<?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-6920007457934939847</id><updated>2012-02-09T03:15:43.117+08:00</updated><category term='rants'/><category term='love'/><title type='text'>The Blissful Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>326</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-7810703018653761733</id><published>2012-02-09T03:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T03:15:43.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aging</title><content type='html'>Today, a friend asked me how old I was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before answering him, I paused for a moment and Realised I'm 19 this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I Remembered that he was 16. I feel really old. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-7810703018653761733?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/7810703018653761733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=7810703018653761733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/7810703018653761733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/7810703018653761733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2012/02/aging.html' title='Aging'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-2950513316280666089</id><published>2012-02-08T01:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T02:01:49.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last week of school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;hello! before we all realise it, it's actually the last week of school already! (excluding study week)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how was today anyway? HORRIBLE.... which got better later on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have been busy with projects a few nights back and last night was the last straw. been taking bullshit from a classmate for quite sometime and really.. some people are like empty vessels. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;argh, so annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i was doing my project last night when i began to feel a little unwell. which led to me puking in the middle of the night at about 1-2am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my dinner was 6 hours ago, so there wasn't much left to puke other than little pieces and small chunks of undigested food. i didn't have anything wrong as my dinner was at imperial palace with my brothers and cousin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all of them weren't feeling weird or queasy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i went to bed and planned to wake up at 10 cause i have a presentation at 1. but you know, people who are unwell just need more rest. 10 hours of sleep will seem like 5. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i only woke up at 1120. OHMYGOD. school is about 45 mins away from home. my teacher is super anal about punctuality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was stucked in the toilet cause of the unhappy tummy. had 1/4 of a prata and i was on the way to school. at raffles city (about 15 mins more to destination), i started to feel my puke at the tip of my throat. god bless me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he did. by presenting a really strong smelling indian only when the train was at queenstown (about 5 mins more to destination). i swear i could feel the vomit creeping upwards with every breath i took. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and also, my project mates were calling me telling me that my teacher was threatening to penalise my marks. ._. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;got down the train and RUSHHHHHHED to class. i made it in time for my presentation and i guess it went smoothly.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went for next lecture which was extremely embarrassing cause i went in late and the whole lecture had only 11 people. they all laughed at my expression when i saw how empty the lecture was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blahblah after school and went to meet mercus. which was also when my day began to get better. BECAUSE HE PRESENTED ME WITH A FLOWER! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a title="Uploaded from BlogBooster" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-uWW1VEtmzqI/TzFltzNNo7I/AAAAAAAADaA/RZ_bWUkPuI0/BB_Photo.png"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-uWW1VEtmzqI/TzFltzNNo7I/AAAAAAAADaA/RZ_bWUkPuI0/BB_Photo.png" style="border:none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rose in pretty pink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;basically we didn't do anything special. but we laughed alot and basically spent quality time together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a title="Uploaded from BlogBooster" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-3DnE_nC3dnU/TzFl20nZADI/AAAAAAAADaI/AoswjTvD15U/BB_Photo.png"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-3DnE_nC3dnU/TzFl20nZADI/AAAAAAAADaI/AoswjTvD15U/BB_Photo.png" style="border:none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;outfit of the day(hair is still wet from bath). my presentation group's outfit theme is 'red'. i know. it isn't formal or anything. i was in leopard print shoes. lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and here's a few shots of Valerie and I in class yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Uploaded from BlogBooster" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Ssxvysh6EqE/TzFl_WZqGOI/AAAAAAAADaQ/zpLV4nNDYxk/BB_Photo.png"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Ssxvysh6EqE/TzFl_WZqGOI/AAAAAAAADaQ/zpLV4nNDYxk/BB_Photo.png" style="border:none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a title="Uploaded from BlogBooster" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-l_iftCK0tVo/TzFmHkCYX1I/AAAAAAAADaY/NXFVnom6358/BB_Photo.png"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-l_iftCK0tVo/TzFmHkCYX1I/AAAAAAAADaY/NXFVnom6358/BB_Photo.png" style="border:none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-_0sK9_fnvkk/TzFmNJ_leMI/AAAAAAAADag/5fmuC17Bf1E/BB_Photo.png" style="border:none;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Uploaded from BlogBooster" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-yN5t1J00LRM/TzFmUdSL3wI/AAAAAAAADao/z34YYD6IamY/BB_Photo.png"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-yN5t1J00LRM/TzFmUdSL3wI/AAAAAAAADao/z34YYD6IamY/BB_Photo.png" style="border:none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;span id="BB_SIGN_BEGIN"&gt;&lt;img alt="BlogBooster-The most productive way for mobile blogging. BlogBooster is a multi-service blog editor for iPhone, Android, WebOs and your desktop" src="http://theblogbooster.com/pixel.gif" style="border:none;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-2950513316280666089?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/2950513316280666089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=2950513316280666089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/2950513316280666089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/2950513316280666089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2012/02/last-week-of-school.html' title='Last week of school'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-uWW1VEtmzqI/TzFltzNNo7I/AAAAAAAADaA/RZ_bWUkPuI0/s72-c/BB_Photo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-7145233551000207867</id><published>2012-02-04T00:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T00:39:29.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what i love</title><content type='html'>flowers!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hello all (: i'm in a reallyyyy good mood now. or rather, i've been in a good mood for the whole day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i woke up grumpy due to the lack of sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had to wake up early to bai tai sui, then to bukit batok to pray for my grandfather and back to eunos for driving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LEARNT REVERSE PARKING TODAY. and yes, i suck at it. even the instructor kept laughing at me. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well anyway, went over to M's place after lunch and wanted to get some work done. bathed, talked and soon, it was 630. i planned to nap and wake at 7 to have dinner then go over to parkway and get fishing hooks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but guess what? we slept all the way till 830 ._. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why are we such pigs!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so now i have to rush two assignments and get it done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bye all!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-7145233551000207867?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/7145233551000207867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=7145233551000207867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/7145233551000207867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/7145233551000207867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2012/02/what-i-love.html' title='what i love'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-6418516834893882578</id><published>2012-02-04T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T00:42:44.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what i love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;flowers!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hello all (: i'm in a reallyyyy good mood now. or rather, i've been in a good mood for the whole day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i woke up grumpy due to the lack of sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had to wake up early to bai tai sui, then to bukit batok to pray for my grandfather and back to eunos for driving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LEARNT REVERSE PARKING TODAY. and yes, i suck at it. even the instructor kept laughing at me. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well anyway, went over to M's place after lunch and wanted to get some work done. bathed, talked and soon, it was 630. i planned to nap and wake at 7 to have dinner then go over to parkway and get fishing hooks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but guess what? we slept all the way till 830 ._. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why are we such pigs!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so now i have to rush two assignments and get it done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a title='Uploaded from BlogBooster' href='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-J2jpEKKNmEo/TywOKJONTaI/AAAAAAAADZ0/FpbpTVppa9g/BB_Photo.png'&gt;&lt;img alt='' src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-J2jpEKKNmEo/TywOKJONTaI/AAAAAAAADZ0/FpbpTVppa9g/BB_Photo.png' style='border:none;'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;He's now giving me flowers every now and then (: favourite boy ❤&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;bye all!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id='BB_SIGN_BEGIN'&gt;&lt;img alt='BlogBooster-The most productive way for mobile blogging. 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BUT WE'RE NOT IN JAPAN!!! neither is it the reason why they are slurping the noodles so so so loudly!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay honestly, i dont think anyone likes being on the same table with people who eats this way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;normally, i would just tell my friend to 'SILENCE YOUR CHEWING', 'can you swallow your food first', 'can you not slurp so loudly' or simply kick them and ask them to stop it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;idk i have a friend that acty does all three of the above. even so, he's still a close friend of mine. so what i do is just to kick him really hard and he will apologise and stop doing all of it for about 5-10 mins or so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so anyway, he says that by chewing this way, the food tastes better.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;REALLY? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then how about when youre dining with a friend who isn't as close to you. and he/she is doing all those stated above. what do you do??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tell him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ignore the noises and visual distraction for that hour?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes it's so awkward! WHY CANT PEOPLE EAT PROPERLY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once, i was eating seoul garden with a guy i was dating then. and honestly, that night totally changed my view of him. i was shocked and absolutely disgusted. (i really hope he isnt reading this.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we were cooking the food and eating our meal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the meal, he looked up and said something like 'oh it's shocking how you still eat so nicely (?) in front of me' okay those weren't the exact words but what he meant was that he was surprised that i still maintain my looks, composure and all when i was eating with him...... ?!?!?!?!??!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HELLO, i do not intentionally eat nicely just because you're my boyfriend or whatever. i eat the same where ever i go. be it being at home or some fancy restaurant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so in summary, we ordered ALOT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it's weird because i didnt eat that much. in fact i wasnt stuffed with food. i was just right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when we left the place, we decided to walk around outside and there he was, burping and coughing like he was about to vomit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wait, how much does seoul garden cost? no wait, this isnt even about the cost! i eat at other buffets that cost 3-4x and i dont eat to the point i need to puke!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you dont go to the buffet to eat the quantity, to stuff and torture yourself right! but rather for the variety!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what was more shocking was he later on added that when he and his other friend were to eat together at the buffet, they would eat till the brim, go out to puke and come back in to eat again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHATTTTTTTTT?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, like most of you now, i was shocked, my jaw fell, absolutely disgusted and didn't know how to react. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can't remember how i did react actually but yup, we didn't last very long after that. it wasn't the reason why we broke up either. just.... one of the negative things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't perfect memory and i tend to forget ALOT of things. but this particular incident still plays clearly in my mind everytime i press the replay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so to everyone.. PLEASE. table manners is very important! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and guys, dont make the mistake like how my then boyfriend did. because girls tell their best friends everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yes, HAPPY CNY ALL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh maybe i should make a blog post on things about the guys i previously dated which i don't like!  that's a good idea right!  okay, we'll see. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-8413609835871305629?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/8413609835871305629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=8413609835871305629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/8413609835871305629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/8413609835871305629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2012/01/table-manners.html' title='Table manners'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-4653683013793889727</id><published>2012-01-13T10:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T11:21:40.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feet patches</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Morning all! I wanted to blogged a few days. Back but my app kept having problems so I couldn't post pictures up. Sorry! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And yes, I will be blogging about feet patches today. I have this problem is that my body can't really release the intake of my water. It's really weird because I pee alot and don't drink much water. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So I have water retention that is quite bad and artritis(?). I'm not sure if it's called that but everytime the weather gets cold or rainy, my knees with hurt and ankles will get weak.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Yes, I know it's an old people thing. Don't ask me why I have it. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;My aunt who is like a half sinseh said it could be due to excess water or what in my body. And mine was bad. So my mum went to buy feet patches that were supposed to 'suck'/absorb the excess water from my body. I think.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;a title='Uploaded from BlogBooster' href='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Hoqn0j9ucxc/Tw-eE3SmbQI/AAAAAAAADZE/otbsHiCaGxg/BB_Photo.png'&gt;&lt;img alt='' src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Hoqn0j9ucxc/Tw-eE3SmbQI/AAAAAAAADZE/otbsHiCaGxg/BB_Photo.png' style='border:none;'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Two packets of some herb or what and two pieces of adhesive were given. I was supposed to stick them to my feet when I'm sleeping and the next day, it would turn black cause the water is absorbed! Amazing? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I was skeptical about it. But no harm trying! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a title='Uploaded from BlogBooster' href='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-plMPxlM65tY/Tw-gUbPnL2I/AAAAAAAADZQ/n9iHlhtdGMU/BB_Photo.png'&gt;&lt;img alt='' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-plMPxlM65tY/Tw-gUbPnL2I/AAAAAAAADZQ/n9iHlhtdGMU/BB_Photo.png' style='border:none;'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So I stuck on to my feet &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;a title='Uploaded from BlogBooster' href='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-SKfhxmh9b3U/Tw-guV3twNI/AAAAAAAADZY/tLOZoi24a2s/BB_Photo.png'&gt;&lt;img alt='' src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-SKfhxmh9b3U/Tw-guV3twNI/AAAAAAAADZY/tLOZoi24a2s/BB_Photo.png' style='border:none;'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Put my socks on(yes I wear them to sleep). &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Amazingly enough in 10 mins or so, my feet began to itch. But now when I think about it, it's probably due to the adhesive.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;When I woke up at 615 for school, the first thing I did was to remove the feet patches. &lt;a title='Uploaded from BlogBooster' href='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-nCAyFLHBLP0/Tw-hVw_rULI/AAAAAAAADZg/ns73V79mT5o/BB_Photo.png'&gt;&lt;img alt='' src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-nCAyFLHBLP0/Tw-hVw_rULI/AAAAAAAADZg/ns73V79mT5o/BB_Photo.png' style='border:none;'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;WHOA. It's very disgusting, I know. It was a little greenish, dark green, towards black. It looked wet but it feels dry. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So does it mean it did absorb the water from my body? I don't know.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Did I see any body or health improvements? No. The patches are so small as compared to my body. I don't think the amount absorbed will acty change the amount of water in my body much. Unless of course if I continue using it for a long time.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So I shall end here and good day to all of you! ^^&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;PS honestly idk if it turned black because of the water. It could be due to my body heat too right!&lt;span id='BB_SIGN_BEGIN'&gt;&lt;img alt='BlogBooster-The most productive way for mobile blogging. 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;most of you should know i'm not exactly the kind of person who likes to start my new age with a big bang. unlike my parents who loveeeee to throw HUGE parties for me every year. so once i reached the age of.... 12 or 13? i said no to my parents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like to keep it simple, close friends and families. in fact, i wouldnt organise a get together. it's just another day. i dont want to make it such a big deal and ask everybody to make the day free for me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of course i enjoy surprises and presents, who doesn't! but then again, do we really need to wait until a special day then to surprise somebody? of course it is a reason to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, tradition is that on special dates, it's always family day. i'm actually very family oriented. i always have this family-priority thing since i was young. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so a family dinner on my birthday itself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh a bonus was that it was a weekday but sp gave a day off to year 2s on that day itself! so i get to sleep in!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you all for the wishes and stuff (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;another thing. i didn't get to really relax even though its the long weekend because projects are piled up for us to complete!! it's a rush to finish everything! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;glad i've already completed half of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so anyway, i woke up early today (like 830 on a sunday!) to have mac breakfast with mercus during his break and off to bucks to get my project done (and slamming the keys for my blog)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but so far the day has been bad!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im happy i left home on time and wasn't late but when i was at the bus stop, i realised i forgot to bring my cardigan! it's a cold morning today.  so yes, i'm actually freezing in starbucks while its raining outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything went well and breakfast was perfect. mercus went back to work and i stayed at mac to sip my hot tea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the wind blew and my hotcakes plate threatened to fly right in my face. so in attempt to stop that, i started shifting the things on the table, deciding what was heavy enough to stop plate from flying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;guess what happened? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SOMEHOW, hot tea decided to spill on me!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was alone, my tea was 3/4 full and half of it was on me! DID YOU KNOW HOW EMBARRASSING THAT WAS? VERY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i quickly picked the serviettes from my table and stuffed it between my legs to soak all the tea up! it didnt help much though. my reaction is extremely slow. i did not even stand to avoid the tea. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my top was stained with tea and my pants were wet )):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was out of mac area in 2 mins i swear. i quickly went to parkway's toilet and started washing off as much stain as i could. of course, i gave up after a while. sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i waddled to starbucks with my wet ass and to my horror, the ONE AND ONLY seat with plug was taken up by a guy who wasn't even using it!! NOOOOO &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ah but after a while i think he realised i was hawking him (his seat) from another table right in front of him. so he cleared his table and left :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/w-deag1b8AyORyPPwpmSLtMTjNZETYmyPJy0liipFm0?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7-5tx_iv0zs/TwksuUB-zLI/AAAAAAAADYw/DUXqxhlDfRE/s288/bucks.jpg" height="288" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so anyway, hello from starbucks while i go bury myself with words from microsoft. (: *waves*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-2534740652392962542?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/2534740652392962542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=2534740652392962542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/2534740652392962542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/2534740652392962542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='happy birthday to me (:'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7-5tx_iv0zs/TwksuUB-zLI/AAAAAAAADYw/DUXqxhlDfRE/s72-c/bucks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-7317904967640755316</id><published>2011-12-31T17:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T17:35:41.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;End of 2011 and here's what has happened this year &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Firstly, as most of you already know, I cut my hair, short! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a title='Uploaded from BlogBooster' href='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-LQNCPsOJ3oI/Tv7R7wlT8wI/AAAAAAAADYA/POoxV8_j03U/BB_Photo.png'&gt;&lt;img alt='' src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-LQNCPsOJ3oI/Tv7R7wlT8wI/AAAAAAAADYA/POoxV8_j03U/BB_Photo.png' style='border:none;'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;My dog, lucky, passed away on 4th march &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a title='Uploaded from BlogBooster' href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-ZITo7kq4AJE/Tv7OZJf8UlI/AAAAAAAADXU/u3YVGlnfWSQ/BB_Photo.png'&gt;&lt;img alt='' src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-ZITo7kq4AJE/Tv7OZJf8UlI/AAAAAAAADXU/u3YVGlnfWSQ/BB_Photo.png' style='border:none;'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;She was with me for 7 years and slept in the same room as me. It was like she was part of me and her leaving was so painful. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Honestly, I imagined many times when she was alive, how I would feel and be like when she left us one day. I couldn't believe the pain I would feel. But as the day finally came, it was so much easier than I thought. It was my decision to put her to sleep. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Watching her in pain for 2 days then finally seeing her go peacefully was so much easier than I thought it would be. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It was also after she left when I truly believed in god. Prayed so sincerely in hope that she would be in a better place with no pain and unhappiness. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I prayed several times a day but thing is, after praying, I don't go amen or whatever. Truth is, I didn't know which god I was praying to. Which god I believed in. Just god. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Of course, I stayed home for more than a week, depressed. Until now, I miss her so much and still will cry when I talk about her. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Next, &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a title='Uploaded from BlogBooster' href='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-k0HLNrRX46I/Tv7Qi1vfXnI/AAAAAAAADXg/PqabACgveCY/BB_Photo.png'&gt;&lt;img alt='' src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-k0HLNrRX46I/Tv7Qi1vfXnI/AAAAAAAADXg/PqabACgveCY/BB_Photo.png' style='border:none;'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;+a few others&lt;br/&gt;Marharbangs. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I grew close to them this year and they brought me so much laughter and joy. &lt;br/&gt;I know they will be there for me when I need them. Thank you guys (: &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;My room renovated! New furniture and new paint&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a title='Uploaded from BlogBooster' href='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-YqTxs0CPB6Y/Tv7RGxCsFyI/AAAAAAAADXo/b63KkRkoSsY/BB_Photo.png'&gt;&lt;img alt='' src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-YqTxs0CPB6Y/Tv7RGxCsFyI/AAAAAAAADXo/b63KkRkoSsY/BB_Photo.png' style='border:none;'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a title='Uploaded from BlogBooster' href='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-BOzut9dTQPU/Tv7RQYUukgI/AAAAAAAADXw/kg8fao76cbw/BB_Photo.png'&gt;&lt;img alt='' src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-BOzut9dTQPU/Tv7RQYUukgI/AAAAAAAADXw/kg8fao76cbw/BB_Photo.png' style='border:none;'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a title='Uploaded from BlogBooster' href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-_khWoDhe-to/Tv7RbirGIRI/AAAAAAAADX4/ZigPhPRcz3c/BB_Photo.png'&gt;&lt;img alt='' src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-_khWoDhe-to/Tv7RbirGIRI/AAAAAAAADX4/ZigPhPRcz3c/BB_Photo.png' style='border:none;'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Pretty? Haha the painting was from my brother. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Lastly, &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I met Mercus. Who is my best friend and boyfriend &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a title='Uploaded from BlogBooster' href='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-rT4qpRIKBQM/Tv7Stg3taxI/AAAAAAAADYI/PyEnE0R7Jwg/BB_Photo.png'&gt;&lt;img alt='' src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-rT4qpRIKBQM/Tv7Stg3taxI/AAAAAAAADYI/PyEnE0R7Jwg/BB_Photo.png' style='border:none;'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a title='Uploaded from BlogBooster' href='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-S0nulkqQKhE/Tv7WCsmx2AI/AAAAAAAADYU/ifHyG5-X0hQ/BB_Photo.png'&gt;&lt;img alt='' src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-S0nulkqQKhE/Tv7WCsmx2AI/AAAAAAAADYU/ifHyG5-X0hQ/BB_Photo.png' style='border:none;'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Of course, we have our differences, our ups and downs but I love him so much. (:  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Oh my younger brother finished his o levels and older brother ord this year too!! ^^ &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Many things happened this year and these are A few of them. I hope all of you had a good year and will have a better year ahead! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Happy new year guys (: &lt;br/&gt;&lt;span id='BB_SIGN_BEGIN'&gt;&lt;img alt='BlogBooster-The most productive way for mobile blogging. BlogBooster is a multi-service blog editor for iPhone, Android, WebOs and your desktop' src='http://theblogbooster.com/pixel.gif' style='border:none;'/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-7317904967640755316?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/7317904967640755316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=7317904967640755316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/7317904967640755316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/7317904967640755316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2011/12/end-of-2011.html' title='End of 2011'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-LQNCPsOJ3oI/Tv7R7wlT8wI/AAAAAAAADYA/POoxV8_j03U/s72-c/BB_Photo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-6424199119785182162</id><published>2011-12-22T17:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T17:29:03.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Painful tang yuan day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Hello all, it's tang yuan day and im having super bad cramps. So bad that pills don't work at all. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Was cramping all the way when I was having my driving lesson, back home and 2 hours later, im still suffering. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ever since I got home, I'm either handicapped in bed or in the toilet. I feel like vomiting and at the same time feeling like having diarrhea that can't come out!!! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It's so bad that I'm having cold sweat and having goosebumps. Arghhhhh, help me ): &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I swear if I were to ever die early, it would be because of cramps&lt;span id='BB_SIGN_BEGIN'&gt;&lt;img alt='BlogBooster-The most productive way for mobile blogging. 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(home under renovation)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was SO CLOSE to screaming my head off after the entire day of moodiness. but it was found in the end! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i painted my nails and had dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;UNTIL.. i switched on my laptop. it was then EVERYTHING WAS LOST! I HAVE NO IDEA WHY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it reformatted itself!! WTF&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my music, pictures.. EVERYTHING! i spent 48732979827 minutes trying to restore it but to no avail. so submiting to fate, i just used the 'new' software. trying to download chrome with IE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything was so... SLOWWWWW. really!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well thats to sum my boring post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i did promise on my formspring to post up some pictures this week so maybe in a few days? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*wink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-5644713731671058033?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/5644713731671058033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=5644713731671058033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/5644713731671058033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/5644713731671058033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2011/12/horrible-day.html' title='horrible day'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-5576080650048892474</id><published>2011-12-02T14:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T14:38:36.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>View from my window after a rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Tlh--oq_P5w/TthyOZvlymI/AAAAAAAADW8/uMRX42D9ar8/BB_Photo.png" title="Uploaded from BlogBooster"&gt;&lt;img style="border:none;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Tlh--oq_P5w/TthyOZvlymI/AAAAAAAADW8/uMRX42D9ar8/BB_Photo.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-5576080650048892474?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/5576080650048892474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=5576080650048892474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/5576080650048892474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/5576080650048892474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2011/12/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Tlh--oq_P5w/TthyOZvlymI/AAAAAAAADW8/uMRX42D9ar8/s72-c/BB_Photo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-2384999230164508248</id><published>2011-11-29T10:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T10:46:04.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 things about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-PhLFkvmHBvA/TtQ_uhO2OwI/AAAAAAAADWw/OehZxC2Cv2E/BB_Photo.png" title="Uploaded from BlogBooster"&gt;&lt;img style="border:none;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-PhLFkvmHBvA/TtQ_uhO2OwI/AAAAAAAADWw/OehZxC2Cv2E/BB_Photo.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Hello beautiful people. I'm on my way to school for a presentation now. Listening to skinny love as I watch the beautiful bright sky change every second. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Yes I'm actually one of those annoying people who leaves home and sigh happy 'what a beautiful day!' or points to the sky exclaiming how pretty the clouds were. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;DON'T YOU ALL AGREE THAT EVERYTHING AROUND US IS SO BEAUTIFUL? The colours of the sky, tress and buildings? No? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Well anyway since I have nothing to do for the next 30 over mins as the train creeps towards the west, I shall tell you people 3 things about myself! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;This idea is brilliant! It allows me to realise things about myself! (: &lt;br/&gt;Okay here goes &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;#1. Known fact, I don't eat mushrooms! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Okay maybe not all kinds of mushrooms cause I do eat button shrooms. I guess I'm fine with western fungi? I particularly hate chinese mushroom!! Xiang gu!!&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;IT'S EXTREMELY SMELLY! Not only so, whatever you cook it with taints the smell and taste of the entire pot of food! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;#2. I am actually afraid of the dark.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;A little too old for this? Yes. Maybe. But I can't help it! I still haven't figured out if I'm afraid of the dark when I'm alone or if I'm just afraid of the dark in general. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I can't sleep alone with lights off. I need the baby light! *ashamed* i don't know why but when the lights go off when I'm alone, I start seeing things messy and figures around. On top of that, I start hearing noises that I don't when the lights are on. It's damn amazing like once the lights are off, my neighbour above suddenly starts walking around! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; I think I'm not actually afraid of the dark. But what's IN it. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;#3. I am TERRIFIED of cockroaches (and beetles)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I have NO IDEA how people can go near a cockroach! Much less hold it! It is DISGUSTING. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;If you noticed, there's actually two kinds of roaches. One kind is those that are a little rounder and shorter in length. And there's the other one which I'm super scared of. Those roaches are shorter in width and longer in length. Their heads are sharper and OMG THEY LOOK SO EVIL. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I can't even step over or go near a full grown dead cockroach. Even in death, they look evil. Belly up and legs bent above their bodies in their brown glossy colour. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Also, when you walk on a path minding your own business, THEY CHASE YOU!!!! Ohh those bitches. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I thank god my dog hunts them down and if my house ever has one evil roach, my dog KILLS IT!! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Oh, and the only times I beg my mum for a favour is always due to cockroach issues. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Okay are 3 things about me which I think most people already know haha. Will post up more soon! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;See you ^^ &lt;br/&gt;Oh yes and you can ask me anything at all with fornspring! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;l&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-2384999230164508248?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/2384999230164508248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=2384999230164508248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/2384999230164508248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/2384999230164508248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2011/11/3-things-about-me.html' title='3 things about me'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-PhLFkvmHBvA/TtQ_uhO2OwI/AAAAAAAADWw/OehZxC2Cv2E/s72-c/BB_Photo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-6929656648320036735</id><published>2011-11-22T23:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T23:35:29.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22/11</title><content type='html'>It's the 22nd today! So.....&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-GmKnduX03MQ/Tsu8XgL4cxI/AAAAAAAADWY/om6zYaQy7i4/BB_Photo.png" title="Uploaded from BlogBooster"&gt;&lt;img style="border:none;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-GmKnduX03MQ/Tsu8XgL4cxI/AAAAAAAADWY/om6zYaQy7i4/BB_Photo.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOH PANG PANG (: &lt;br/&gt;We had a little birthday surprise in class and she was screaming at our classmates who didn't want to eat her cake!! Haha she was shouting 'IF YOU DON'T EAT MY WISH WON'T COME TRUE BY 2012!!!!' &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;HAHAHA &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;well anyway I wish you'll have a good year ahead and enjoy your last teenage year babe! &lt;br/&gt;Oh and your wishes to come true!! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-pY_awO0kkM4/Tsu_wX0o2eI/AAAAAAAADWk/WASRNnErwUk/BB_Photo.png" title="Uploaded from BlogBooster"&gt;&lt;img style="border:none;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-pY_awO0kkM4/Tsu_wX0o2eI/AAAAAAAADWk/WASRNnErwUk/BB_Photo.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Well aside from that, I'm a sad girl now. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Why? My brothers and mother went to hong kong!! Leaving my dad and I in Singapore!!! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;so I come home everyday without my noisy family members! Also, my house is under renovation so it's very messy! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I can't go back early because there isn't a proper place for me! I can't find my stuff! I can't do anything at alll!!!!!!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; IT'S HORRIBLE!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I'm so lonely now too! Thank god my maid and dad is still here so there're people around to talk to me. But it's times like now, at night, when my dad goes out and my maid goes to bed when I'm really lonely. But good thing is, Mercus will talk to me till around midnight. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;To make things worse, im actually afraid of being alone (and the dark). So I'm practically facing my fear for the next 10 days! ): &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ohwell! I shall wait for the day my house will be noisy again!! (from the voices of my family and not drilling)kl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-6929656648320036735?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/6929656648320036735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=6929656648320036735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/6929656648320036735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/6929656648320036735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-22nd-today-so_22.html' title='22/11'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-GmKnduX03MQ/Tsu8XgL4cxI/AAAAAAAADWY/om6zYaQy7i4/s72-c/BB_Photo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-5664885865792122163</id><published>2011-11-19T01:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T01:11:07.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-T0H9HVdfqlA/TsaReybA80I/AAAAAAAADVc/7CWuT8_XdMI/BB_Photo.png" title="Uploaded from BlogBooster"&gt;&lt;img style="border:none;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-T0H9HVdfqlA/TsaReybA80I/AAAAAAAADVc/7CWuT8_XdMI/BB_Photo.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(: sorry for disappearing. I've been busy. &lt;br/&gt;Well anyway everything looks and feels more beautiful when you're in love, don't you think? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Something to look forward to every single day &amp; how days seem to fly past so amazingly quick. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Well so anyway, quick update. my life is really packed now since school has reopened and I have more than just myself to juggle now. &lt;br/&gt;I've forgotten about this blog :x &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I apologize!! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Okay so anyway it's saturday tomorrow and I have project assignments due ): &lt;br/&gt;Also, my brothers and mum are leaving for hk!!!!! Leaving my dad and I together with my maid in Singapore!!!!! Noo!!!!&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;Oh my room's renovating!! New bed, table, walls, light and all that! Yay! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So as usual, life can't be any better. Oh except that maybe we should have more than 24 hours a day! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I promise to update more often! (I mean it this time!)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Bye!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-5664885865792122163?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/5664885865792122163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=5664885865792122163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/5664885865792122163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/5664885865792122163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2011/11/sorry-for-disappearing_19.html' title='Pretty world'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-T0H9HVdfqlA/TsaReybA80I/AAAAAAAADVc/7CWuT8_XdMI/s72-c/BB_Photo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-1122251193049109560</id><published>2011-10-09T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T00:26:23.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>annoyed.</title><content type='html'>im so irritated! i went down for a swim (FINALLY) with my mum and there will just have t be people who will be there to piss you off! SO ANNOYING&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was swimming my idk how many laps and some china guys have to keep cutting into my lane! not only that, they kept staying where my 'rest spots' were at!!! WHY?! ARE PEOPLE THAT BRAINLESS?!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so everytime i swim and they cut my lane RIGHT in front of me, i have to stop!! WHATS WRONG?!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fannoying.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-1122251193049109560?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/1122251193049109560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=1122251193049109560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/1122251193049109560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/1122251193049109560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2011/10/annoyed.html' title='annoyed.'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-7904594942433009803</id><published>2011-09-17T17:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T17:33:22.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Oh hello all! I'm back from Malaysia! &lt;br/&gt;The primary purpose of going there was to attend my cousins' wedding. Relatives from everywhere flew back. Secondary purpose was to visit my relatives. Yes, I love my family. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So anyway, while I was there, I stayed at my Australia cousin's place in Malaysia and so, I was living with 2 nephews too. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Super cute, I was a babysitter there.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;a title='Uploaded from BlogBooster' href='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-C7m_u7uaOcQ/TnRnE-bA5II/AAAAAAAADUc/tr7K-UHEum8/BB_Photo.png'&gt;&lt;img alt='' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-C7m_u7uaOcQ/TnRnE-bA5II/AAAAAAAADUc/tr7K-UHEum8/BB_Photo.png' style='border:none;'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;a title='Uploaded from BlogBooster' href='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-S9nTVpdsgiY/TnRmupHhxOI/AAAAAAAADUY/6vQcGEbbTwc/BB_Photo.png'&gt;&lt;img alt='' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-S9nTVpdsgiY/TnRmupHhxOI/AAAAAAAADUY/6vQcGEbbTwc/BB_Photo.png' style='border:none;'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Meet isaac and Lucas.&lt;br/&gt;I swear Lucas is the happiest baby I've ver met, he hardly cried and was always laughing and smiling. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So anyway while I was there for a few days, my cousin and I had a conversation which affected me till today. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Well we were at the table and we the conversation began. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Apparently she had a friend that brought his kids to china for a vacation. A boy and girl aged 6 and 4 respectively. While they were in china, their kids got lost/stolen/kidnapped, whatever you call&lt;br/&gt;It. ITS HORRIBLE. can you imagine how their parets felt at that point of time? How much sadness and guilt they were feeling? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It's been two years and so now the kids should be 6 and 8. They haven't been found or seen anywhere. Can you even imagine what was done to them? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And my cousin went on telling me about how dangerous it was to bring children to china because there were many people there who were stealing kids. Even the older women there, like grandmothers' age, would steal children. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It was unbelievable, yeah, I didn't know about all that. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Then there was a case in Mexico when an American family drove down there and their child ran out of the car once they reached. The family waited and reported to the police. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;A few hours later, they saw a man carrying their child and the child was sleeping. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;They got the child back. He was still warm and all but just couldn't wake up from his sleep. After that, they found out that the child had actually been cut up, emptied of his organs and all to put drugs in. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;HE WAS STILL WARM!! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Okay I'm so sad now. How can people actually do something like that? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I shall end now. Goodbye sad world ):&lt;span id='BB_SIGN_BEGIN'&gt;&lt;img alt='BlogBooster-The most productive way for mobile blogging. 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So what Have I been up to? Mm okay like most of you all, I'm actually having my exams. So... Yeah you can pretty much guess my schedule for the week. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Starbucks food and notes can pretty up sum it all up! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Well honestly I think what's most impt during our 'meditating' week is th godly, energy-giving, spirit-lifting, eye-opening (literally), tasty, caffine and sugar loaded coffee!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a title='Uploaded from BlogBooster' href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-_WbVHVUJRVc/TlZlZMgkF-I/AAAAAAAADUI/EvgSFi2IZQI/BB_Photo.png'&gt;&lt;img alt='' src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-_WbVHVUJRVc/TlZlZMgkF-I/AAAAAAAADUI/EvgSFi2IZQI/BB_Photo.png' style='border:none;'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Yes I'm practically living on this now. And well some other stuff. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I've been drinking Starbucks ever since I was young. Yes young like primary-school young. There was one just across the bridge of my school and we would go there after school sometimes to grab a coffee and sit to drink while we munch on either cheesecakes or kettle chips (when they used to sell). &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Sometimes before cca which starts 3 hours after school ends, we would walk to the nearest mall, which was parkway, have our meal, buy coffee and walk back. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It used to always be mocha frap grande with Dijon honey chips. Oh, those days. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Now I'm actually addicted to a whole new taste. &lt;br/&gt;Mocha frap has a rich coffee taste which is 'icy-crispy' in a way and when you breathe out after one mouth, WHOA. the rich coffee frangrance fills the entire mouth, nose whatever. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Well then now, I'm addicted to green tea latte. Smooth milky latte with a tinge if green tea In it. The milky goodness in it won't allow you to stop with just a mouth! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The warmth of it doesn't just stop in your mouth but in a way, it warms your heart and I swear I'm not exaggerating! I have no idea why!! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Haha, however I have no idea why a friend of mine actually HATES this particular drink. He hates the taste, the smell and even commented that he would rather smell shit than that.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;a title='Uploaded from BlogBooster' href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-GUyEVpjobLM/TlZivy6h7NI/AAAAAAAADTs/TJM6aA-KmHc/BB_Photo.png'&gt;&lt;img alt='' src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-GUyEVpjobLM/TlZivy6h7NI/AAAAAAAADTs/TJM6aA-KmHc/BB_Photo.png' style='border:none;'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Yeah that's him but I'm pretty sure he's exaggerating. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Okay I'm short. He's just tall. I chose that picture  because u wanted to show y'all I chopped my hair again!! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It's kind if boyish now and actually... QUITE short. Some guys actually have longer hair than me now.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Mm well also, I've painted my nails just a new hours before so I should might as well post it here right now&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a title='Uploaded from BlogBooster' href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-yp4ecBwy9k0/TlZlJ-IdN2I/AAAAAAAADUE/JUyT8uYhOsM/BB_Photo.png'&gt;&lt;img alt='' src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-yp4ecBwy9k0/TlZlJ-IdN2I/AAAAAAAADUE/JUyT8uYhOsM/BB_Photo.png' style='border:none;'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It looks a little clumsy and all, I know I know. I'll probably be changing it soon. Something new I guess, I've never done this design before. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Okay off I go to my books now! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Oh anyway, I'll be working at Clarke quay this cmg weekend outside the bars for some flea event selling opi! Do pop by! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span id='BB_SIGN_BEGIN'&gt;&lt;img alt='BlogBooster-The most productive way for mobile blogging. 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And honestly, today was one of the worst day I've ever lived, I think. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Well before I start sharing my horrible day here, I shall post an extremely cute picture&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-x4sUsjZslfc/TkVeLUfRpyI/AAAAAAAADTU/2kUz6SBzVso/BB_Photo.png" title="Uploaded from BlogBooster"&gt;&lt;img style="border:none;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-x4sUsjZslfc/TkVeLUfRpyI/AAAAAAAADTU/2kUz6SBzVso/BB_Photo.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Meet Xiao Tu, accompanying me as I studied through the night. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Let the ranting begin...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So The week was bad but today was the worst of all. Firstly, I alr have insufficient sleep over the past few nights. So I was up late studying again and after about 3 hours of sleep, I was up at 8+. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I began my torturous studying of cultural intelligence till 1030 when I stopped my race against time to complete my topics and went to bathe and leave home at 1115 for my dental at 1130. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I left home and the weather was... OMG SO SO HOT. So I was looking forward to entering my dental clinic as the air-condition there was always freezing. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;When I finally reached, I was shocked to see the doors of the clinic opened. I stepped in and there wasn't a temperature change AT ALL. TO MY HORROR, THERE WAS NO ELECTRICITY. Oh.my.god&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I was the first patient. So they didn't have time to Inform me. I had to make my way back. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So I had to stop studying and come down and go back. THE HEAT. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I went back, perspiring and settled for lunch with my mother and brother then back to studying. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Everything was well till I left home and went on the train. Oh god. I received a call from my classmate who was in my project team to hear that our team mate responsible for submitting our report wasn't in school yet!!! It was 445 and the deadline was 5. Also. my train was SLOW. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I ended up being late for my paper. So once I reached Dover station, I rushed and went up the hill and to class(it's super tiring I swear) and the tutor in charge was still assembling the tables and everyone was waiting. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I was tired and the weather is insane. I started perspiring again. Argh!!! Not to say I had to rush off to meet my cousin for dinner at 630.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Paper started late so I submitted the paper later than planned. Also while attempting the paper, I actually forgot what factors were for what points so I had to guess and stuff. Sigh. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Well I was late for my dinner anyway so I rushed and got on the train immediately, thank god.... &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;NOT. some prc guy ran in and the train was PACKED. best part? He stinker like a freaking fish. Worse than a fish. No wait, that wasn't the best. The best was HE RAISED HIS ARM TO HOLD THE POLE OMG. armpit RIGHT IN MY FACE.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Forgive me but.. FUCK. I swear he knows he stinks unless his nose isn't working or his friends all stink even more. But don't he even have the courtesy to spray deodorant? OR BATHE? OR EVEN NOT TO RAISE HIS ARM?!?! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;To make things more interesting there was a Malay man behind me and he had petruding belly. Train packed and jerking. Guess what? His belly was rubbing against me. Yes. BELLY.RUBBING.AGAINST.ME. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I hardly get angry but man, I was so pissed off. Extremely angry. I wanted to just kick them and throw them off the train if I could. #angsty &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Well but I had a great dinner at panpacific and caught up with my cousin and had sone drinks at marina mandarin: (: so that's a good thing.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I'm super tired now so I shall end off here. &lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;Did I make your day look alot better? Well, you're welcome! Goodnight all &lt;3 &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-hYxibc9GdH0/TkVjnQ_b1gI/AAAAAAAADTc/7irai3m4UtQ/BB_Photo.png" title="Uploaded from BlogBooster"&gt;&lt;img style="border:none;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-hYxibc9GdH0/TkVjnQ_b1gI/AAAAAAAADTc/7irai3m4UtQ/BB_Photo.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-4121976245903014026?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/4121976245903014026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=4121976245903014026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/4121976245903014026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/4121976245903014026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-day.html' title='What a day'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-x4sUsjZslfc/TkVeLUfRpyI/AAAAAAAADTU/2kUz6SBzVso/s72-c/BB_Photo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-6589143434622266991</id><published>2011-08-09T20:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T20:27:25.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy national day!!</title><content type='html'>Goodmorning! It's 930 and I'm up and out. &lt;br /&gt;Otw to Malaysia with family. So I'm not exactly patriotic. Haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway I'm really tired and im actually dozing off while typing this post. Oh it's a beautifulday though. Not raining cats and dogs. Neither is it too hot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope this weather lasts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy national day again! &lt;br /&gt;Ps please do cherish our (hardly existing) public holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-6589143434622266991?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/6589143434622266991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=6589143434622266991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/6589143434622266991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/6589143434622266991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-national-day.html' title='Happy national day!!'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-4533041236008386675</id><published>2011-08-08T02:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T02:39:01.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As life races by</title><content type='html'>Have you guys ever felt the feeling that you want something so bad that you make every single wish wishing about it but inside you know secretly that you're not going to get it?&lt;br/&gt;At least for now? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Well I'm feeling this way right now, or rather, the past 2 weeks or so and I hate it. I hate it so bad. Sadly, it's not something I can control. Oh ah well, life goes on doesn't it? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So as my post title writes 'as life races by', does it not? It's amazing how quickly time flies. It's august already! And soon, 2012 will come. But before that, the colorful life awaits!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Well it seems to me that it wasn't so long ago when school just reopened and all. Not so long ago when I started to feel really really warm and happy inside. And now suddenly it's the end of term and all I feel is the the little sadness inside feeling sorry for myself. Ha. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Oh anyway fav went for another shopping trip. It's my third shopping trip in maybe 9 days? Oh someone, same my account! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I'm not getting enough money per month to sustain my spendings! It's not balanced!!! *frustrated* &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-ALTxkZPIf98/Tj7ZeVTwSqI/AAAAAAAADTE/8CKs5HSiEaw/BB_Photo.png" title="Uploaded from BlogBooster"&gt;&lt;img style="border:none;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-ALTxkZPIf98/Tj7ZeVTwSqI/AAAAAAAADTE/8CKs5HSiEaw/BB_Photo.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Happy ^^ &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Oh and I got a new swimsuit to add into my 5615145 swimsuits!! :D&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Well yesterday was jo's birthday. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JO ;D &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And we Went down to avatar and it was drama drama but overall fun(: &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Workload in school isn't getting any lesser. Exams are nearing and datelines are coming at us too. And with events and all lined day after day, I feel that it's really a race against time to do everything. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Oh and maybe I should start posting pictures of my nails in attempt to spice up my lonely, sad and dead blog! &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-7MspQ4wnsi8/Tj7YYkF7RjI/AAAAAAAADS8/MsqSM1m8b6M/BB_Photo.png" title="Uploaded from BlogBooster"&gt;&lt;img style="border:none;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-7MspQ4wnsi8/Tj7YYkF7RjI/AAAAAAAADS8/MsqSM1m8b6M/BB_Photo.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Saw my friend did it so I tried too. &lt;br/&gt;Looks a little weird. What do you all think? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Oh and drop me question in the little formspring box on the left!! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;&lt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Goodnight and I love you all (: &lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-4533041236008386675?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/4533041236008386675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=4533041236008386675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/4533041236008386675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/4533041236008386675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2011/08/as-life-races-by.html' title='As life races by'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-ALTxkZPIf98/Tj7ZeVTwSqI/AAAAAAAADTE/8CKs5HSiEaw/s72-c/BB_Photo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-8789626822417084397</id><published>2011-07-28T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T22:10:18.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; "&gt;“You may fool all the people some of the time,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; "&gt;you can even fool some of the people all of the time,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; "&gt;but you cannot fool all of the people all the time.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; "&gt;- Abraham Lincoln&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; "&gt;to people out there and maybe the leaders of today. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; "&gt;anyway, a huge sorry for not updating this space for a while. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; "&gt;someone asked me today&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; "&gt;'why are you always so busy'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; "&gt;and honestly, i dont know. almost every single day is lined up with events after events and work after work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; "&gt;its exhausting, honestly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; "&gt;but at least, at the end of the day, all is done and you get to heave a sigh of relief.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; "&gt;after all, you reap what you sow, dont you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; "&gt;food for thought, have you people ever wondered about how life will be as you end your path of teenage life and enter adulthood?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; "&gt;looking at the current cost of living, doesnt it leave you with the thought of how your life will be?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; "&gt;it scares me. then leaves me with a bag of stress weighing me down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; "&gt;ohwell, what can i say? life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; "&gt;the weather's insane so do hydrate yourselves! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-8789626822417084397?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/8789626822417084397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=8789626822417084397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/8789626822417084397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/8789626822417084397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2011/07/you-may-fool-all-people-some-of-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-5697996209971313312</id><published>2011-07-02T07:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T07:11:39.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; 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padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: bold; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;big style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;likes you&lt;/big&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; doesn’t mean they want to &lt;big style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;date you.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;small style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;small style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt; someone &lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: bold; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;big style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;dates you&lt;/big&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; doesn’t mean they &lt;big style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;love you.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;small style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;small style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt; someone &lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: bold; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;big style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;loves you&lt;/big&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; doesn’t mean they won’t &lt;big style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;hurt you.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; "&gt;&lt;big style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; "&gt;&lt;big style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;anyway, im officially nocturnal. and school has reopened. O.M.G.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; "&gt;&lt;big style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;i had one of my most embarrassing nights EVER, it's crazy. i can never look back at last night and not feel embarrassed! argh.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; "&gt;&lt;big style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; "&gt;&lt;big style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;anyway, my tamagochi died and left me a goodbye note .&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; "&gt;&lt;big style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;it was just a i baby. ):&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-5697996209971313312?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/5697996209971313312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=5697996209971313312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/5697996209971313312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/5697996209971313312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-had-to-learn-it-hard-way.html' title='&amp; i had to learn it the hard way.'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-4694359430403847082</id><published>2011-06-23T15:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T15:16:04.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Oh hello. So recently I was thinking.. So what if you get offered to work as a model in a men's magazine? Like maxim or fhm or smth. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Will you? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Of course you'll have to be daring to do it. And the payouts will be good too. It'll give you enough exposure(if you're alr a model) and can get more jobs. It'll look nice in your experiences too. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Sounds good? But thing is, you'll have to put on skimpy lingerie and put yourself in a compromised position before taking the picture. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Also you never know what those guys are doing with your pictures!! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And the worst is can you imagine if your parents or family members ever see those pictures?? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So maybe your cousin saw then tells your uncle. Then your uncle tells your dad. So your dad purchases the magazine and sees you like this! &lt;a title='Uploaded from BlogBooster' href='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-_LnJfimHYTQ/TgLnuw6XClI/AAAAAAAADSI/NIgQ5X7coWE/BB_Photo.png'&gt;&lt;img alt='' src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-_LnJfimHYTQ/TgLnuw6XClI/AAAAAAAADSI/NIgQ5X7coWE/BB_Photo.png' style='border:none;'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Or &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;This!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;a title='Uploaded from BlogBooster' href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-CF5BTrEuD7Q/TgLn4bN3-gI/AAAAAAAADSM/WNJVgi8Fac8/BB_Photo.png'&gt;&lt;img alt='' src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-CF5BTrEuD7Q/TgLn4bN3-gI/AAAAAAAADSM/WNJVgi8Fac8/BB_Photo.png' style='border:none;'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Idk, it's weird if my dad or brothers see me like that. Haha! Well just a thought I thought I would share with you guys! Gna go study! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;See you soon!&lt;span id='BB_SIGN_BEGIN'&gt;&lt;img alt='BlogBooster-The most productive way for mobile blogging. BlogBooster is a multi-service blog editor for iPhone, Android, WebOs and your desktop' src='http://theblogbooster.com/pixel.gif' style='border:none;'/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-4694359430403847082?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/4694359430403847082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=4694359430403847082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/4694359430403847082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/4694359430403847082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2011/06/just-thought.html' title='Just a thought'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-_LnJfimHYTQ/TgLnuw6XClI/AAAAAAAADSI/NIgQ5X7coWE/s72-c/BB_Photo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-4895383964509448308</id><published>2011-06-18T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T21:40:13.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>freedom?</title><content type='html'>really? sometimes when people really want to pen their thoughts through tweeting or blogging or something, can they?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when we want to express how we are feeling on certain things, certain events, can we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;despite the fact that we're all living in the world of technology and that we have more freedom in terms of expressing our thoughts and opinions, i feel that we cant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;many times, when i feel upset or wanting to tweet something, i hold back because the person would likely see it. even if i dont direct it at him/her or mention names. its hard and i feel as if im keeping what i have inside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really dont like it. you dont want to hurt that person but you have to let it out. what do you do then? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-4895383964509448308?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/4895383964509448308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=4895383964509448308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/4895383964509448308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/4895383964509448308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2011/06/freedom.html' title='freedom?'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-4261852301642601234</id><published>2011-06-11T04:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T04:49:04.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Argh you know you're screwed when you can't sleep at night (4.45am now) and you have casting in approx 3 hours time. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I'm doomed&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Haven't really be able to sleep well for the past few nights. Does anybody have a remedy for sleep? Other than sleeping pills, of course. I'm&lt;br/&gt;Don't want to be reliant on pills. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I know someone who actually is reliant on sleeping pills and is acty taking 5 per night as her body is getting 'immune' to it. Scary? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Yeah I think it is. And I once heard that panadol acty stays in your body for 30 years! Whutttt?? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Okay now, before I end this random post, here's an adorable picture to share with you guys. &lt;a title='Uploaded from BlogBooster' href='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-xN0fxn9KSe0/TfKDO5v0mWI/AAAAAAAADQI/bdSvFuGiWTY/BB_Photo.png'&gt;&lt;img alt='' src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-xN0fxn9KSe0/TfKDO5v0mWI/AAAAAAAADQI/bdSvFuGiWTY/BB_Photo.png' style='border:none;'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id='BB_SIGN_BEGIN'&gt;&lt;img alt='BlogBooster-The most productive way for mobile blogging. BlogBooster is a multi-service blog editor for iPhone, Android, WebOs and your desktop' src='http://theblogbooster.com/pixel.gif' style='border:none;'/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-4261852301642601234?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/4261852301642601234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=4261852301642601234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/4261852301642601234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/4261852301642601234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2011/06/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-xN0fxn9KSe0/TfKDO5v0mWI/AAAAAAAADQI/bdSvFuGiWTY/s72-c/BB_Photo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-7122997423534118292</id><published>2011-06-10T00:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T00:26:48.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Have you all ever wondered why they say 'life is full of nysteries'?&lt;span id='BB_SIGN_BEGIN'&gt;&lt;img alt='BlogBooster-The most productive way for mobile blogging. BlogBooster is a multi-service blog editor for iPhone, Android, WebOs and your desktop' src='http://theblogbooster.com/pixel.gif' style='border:none;'/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-7122997423534118292?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/7122997423534118292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=7122997423534118292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/7122997423534118292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/7122997423534118292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2011/06/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-4524293348232412539</id><published>2011-06-08T12:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T12:50:13.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;It's really weird because right now, as I'm eating my lunch, I'm acty thinking of so many other things. It's amazing how one's mind can think of so many things at once. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Or is it tht the thoughts are flickering so rapidly that you don't realize it and think that you're thinking about everything at one go? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I was munching happily on my yong tau hu when I suddenly lost my appetite. I placed my chopsticks down and rested my legs on my 'bigboned' jack Russell under my table. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The last thought that came into my mind was 'how did we become like this?' &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Really. If you get what I mean, it leaves you to ponder as well. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Like me, for example, I used to care. About my results, about how others think of me. Everything! Now I don't. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It's really so shocking how much someone can change so drastically within a short time frame, be it a few months or years. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Look back at your  bestest friends when you were in primary school. Are they still how they were? Did u think they would become like this? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Most importantly, &lt;I&gt; do you still know them?&lt;/I&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Well what made us this way? So.... 'adaptable' to our surroundings and all. You know they say, birds of th same feathers flock together and we all know that's true. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So think about it. Look back in your life and ask if you like yourself How did you change so quickly? Why?&lt;span id='BB_SIGN_BEGIN'&gt;&lt;img alt='BlogBooster-The most productive way for mobile blogging. BlogBooster is a multi-service blog editor for iPhone, Android, WebOs and your desktop' src='http://theblogbooster.com/pixel.gif' style='border:none;'/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-4524293348232412539?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/4524293348232412539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=4524293348232412539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/4524293348232412539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/4524293348232412539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-feeling.html' title='This feeling'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-1665962158281278708</id><published>2011-06-07T21:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T21:17:11.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday bro!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Okay I'm being damn slow but it's the first time I'm using an app to blog! So let's hope that I'll blog more often? ^^ &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So anyway today is my brother's birthday! Went down to town with parents and did some shopping! (: &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It's a crime to spend so much. I feel guilty but I can't help it!! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So anyway here's a picture of my brother and I.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a title='Uploaded from BlogBooster' href='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-RUw68qh2Czc/Te4kJJqn1RI/AAAAAAAADQA/UB6sagBZjKY/BB_Photo.png'&gt;&lt;img alt='' src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-RUw68qh2Czc/Te4kJJqn1RI/AAAAAAAADQA/UB6sagBZjKY/BB_Photo.png' style='border:none;'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id='BB_SIGN_BEGIN'&gt;&lt;img alt='BlogBooster-The most productive way for mobile blogging. 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Because if i do, i would go so tired that i can hardly open up my eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i used to never be able to wake up before 1 or 2 unless with the help of the alarm. but for the past 2 days i woke up at 10+ without alarm! amazing much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yeah, i cut my hair so i have short hair now. some say its nicer, others prefer me with long hair. but yes or not, i think i look okay with short hair but my hair grows quite quickly. so it isnt cheap to maintain it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so anyway, i have basically summarised my life into a really really short post here. and words don't give justice to it. haha. ohwell! i've been eating really really well though. so i'll post up some pictures on batam and bintan trip to save my blog okay? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Batam Trip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; just simply camwhoring while waiting for food. and this is only a fraction of the total camwhore pics!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/WOQhQRbPVXqvMsNjulWlPWGBOAQ5XoWyA8R6IuB4PTw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TdkAx064deI/AAAAAAAADMQ/pqFVOFOnFJE/s400/DSC02400.JPG" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/eMA1RZc1CJnMKrdg_tSIiGGBOAQ5XoWyA8R6IuB4PTw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TdkAx-aSx-I/AAAAAAAADMU/-D7YkrplUyI/s400/DSC02402.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/7OU_hq2PklpboKflXV3rMmGBOAQ5XoWyA8R6IuB4PTw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TdkAx6wQyDI/AAAAAAAADMY/Y889RXlGtCY/s400/DSC02411.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/nuRi-nSgyhj_qc1enZiB-WGBOAQ5XoWyA8R6IuB4PTw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TdkA0NFrFEI/AAAAAAAADMc/iyGOF3VmgXc/s400/DSC02416.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/U8BTyylx2xM9dHEER9PhQmGBOAQ5XoWyA8R6IuB4PTw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TdkA0NvZ-dI/AAAAAAAADMg/4W3N30WYNLo/s400/DSC02421.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/AaZ902jU7rrzRLowEBIG_mGBOAQ5XoWyA8R6IuB4PTw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TdkA2lnPy9I/AAAAAAAADMo/AWrVF7CNNOM/s400/DSC02444.JPG" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/IPlMvNWipBzzOxzVPf_cTGGBOAQ5XoWyA8R6IuB4PTw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TdkA2263VHI/AAAAAAAADMs/yEXAVyAioCw/s400/DSC02448.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/qhw8iWQ6G7QfnJZ7mR4-ymGBOAQ5XoWyA8R6IuB4PTw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TdkA3gLP2vI/AAAAAAAADMw/YpRgJmfgeKI/s400/DSC02450.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the food was good. esp the satay. it was different from singapore. the sauce was much spicier and the satay's meat were chunkier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/PSd00IV0S3vCkIwpk8IkMmGBOAQ5XoWyA8R6IuB4PTw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TdkA6dTEA4I/AAAAAAAADM0/GKDOtycugQk/s400/DSC02456.JPG" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/dCg1ysOq5Ylaa5dXHvvAymGBOAQ5XoWyA8R6IuB4PTw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TdkA6fzkFbI/AAAAAAAADM4/rRUMCVRXK1c/s400/DSC02451.JPG" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saw this really cute toy at the mall! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/6zv0ymKp7gEjcahVxFoHJWGBOAQ5XoWyA8R6IuB4PTw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TdkA6Y2zeoI/AAAAAAAADM8/dAv3vX6zOis/s400/DSC02454.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/dU184w53MPnAIIFd5w7KQGGBOAQ5XoWyA8R6IuB4PTw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TdkA8MJm5KI/AAAAAAAADNA/vACwD7b65sI/s400/DSC02460.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mantou at some cafe! not bad. crispy on the outside and a tinge of sweetness on the inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the 'sauce' to dip in with was Kaya. and personally, i DETEST kaya. ew. but i tried this one after letting myself get persuaded by billy, it was acty not bad! i cant remember the taste but it was edible. which means really good for kaya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/H3Lo7Ur5cCVobCNHBq3FEWGBOAQ5XoWyA8R6IuB4PTw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TdkA_DFixVI/AAAAAAAADNI/6yQS6UusDgo/s400/DSC02468.JPG" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ORnyuMtdznveFzyEpssxrWGBOAQ5XoWyA8R6IuB4PTw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TdkA_5u1nII/AAAAAAAADNM/uO0QUuVElD4/s400/DSC02470.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/UC3MWiTj-KHLX-WtVkmqn2GBOAQ5XoWyA8R6IuB4PTw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TdkA_5GMHmI/AAAAAAAADNQ/mK5UxuPEJq8/s400/DSC02469.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i got woodle and billy got mojo! and some 2bucks damn chio cupcake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/GSTEI7JqUzTMk9m7bNYELmGBOAQ5XoWyA8R6IuB4PTw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TdkBB43PcTI/AAAAAAAADNY/18tGGH8o1uU/s400/DSC02474.JPG" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chio shorts ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/sRD8lIb5Kb3lUQur04bGTGGBOAQ5XoWyA8R6IuB4PTw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TdkBCA0RnmI/AAAAAAAADNc/ZX_vkUVR21w/s400/DSC02476.JPG" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ffCQiVT7oYanVBDZw69BJWGBOAQ5XoWyA8R6IuB4PTw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TdkBDLw_mMI/AAAAAAAADNg/S56e4J4yJ8w/s400/DSC02485.JPG" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/7IqbJAC3sEsKB2DrOWj3NWGBOAQ5XoWyA8R6IuB4PTw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TdkBD6RGK-I/AAAAAAAADNk/f577kJ2iblw/s400/DSC02489.JPG" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/YHEzs6TureC3R7tRVkbHPWGBOAQ5XoWyA8R6IuB4PTw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TdkBEMG7VAI/AAAAAAAADNo/4z_yi3zB1jc/s400/DSC02490.JPG" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha our attempts to act cute! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/qd9hXPSqokUsNkUkA0PEBWGBOAQ5XoWyA8R6IuB4PTw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TdkBE2zJmfI/AAAAAAAADNs/X7qQKcEDFZ8/s400/DSC02495.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/8oE-SfD9PJlZWPleLmuYLWGBOAQ5XoWyA8R6IuB4PTw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TdkBGOkEeRI/AAAAAAAADN0/FbYGzDYmPWA/s400/DSC02506.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fish and chips. not fantastic. just alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/JzhJ8d3us-xfuIgc_Q8p-mGBOAQ5XoWyA8R6IuB4PTw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TdkBIBUrKQI/AAAAAAAADN4/EVDsMjQ8n0c/s400/DSC02507.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/TuhXd0LsuvbRCfRIqDwkMmGBOAQ5XoWyA8R6IuB4PTw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TdkBIKUIszI/AAAAAAAADN8/-JYYPYA3T0c/s400/DSC02508.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my roasted chicken fried rice. DAMN AWESOME I SWEAR. but the chilli bits inside can kill! it was mad spicy! now im craving for this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/jVN6EjKuCo44ujSLddSz2GGBOAQ5XoWyA8R6IuB4PTw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TdkBItNCx8I/AAAAAAAADOA/l2mfX8BqQ4E/s400/DSC02509.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our drinks. it's really really weird that for all our meals, billy's drinks were much nicer than mine for some reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/VyoGxoQp6JZTmonT6Gxv6WGBOAQ5XoWyA8R6IuB4PTw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TdkBfcd9Q2I/AAAAAAAADOg/wEzsj7IAwzE/s400/DSC02499.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i drew this pic with chilli sauce on my plate! i think i have a talent in drawing with a sauce bottle :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ZiDb7gAmJIVsjaILbHac-WGBOAQ5XoWyA8R6IuB4PTw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TdkBfQ1m0eI/AAAAAAAADOk/vqvi6z6Wzrs/s400/DSC02470.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/xByBWQ_puZbtu_DD7xfsgGGBOAQ5XoWyA8R6IuB4PTw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TdkBfwbzd4I/AAAAAAAADOo/LVpHSlhBVvM/s400/DSC02456.JPG" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bintan trip!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/j3RMyHgmlXybSQOTzLHLwmGBOAQ5XoWyA8R6IuB4PTw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TdkCdCJRGcI/AAAAAAAADOs/HuobW-JjWg4/s400/219195_10150180370889586_620814585_6767100_5085076_o.jpg" height="292" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DIVEEEE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/IkOwVx3Pgu2sCn676Tevn2GBOAQ5XoWyA8R6IuB4PTw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TdkCdXlL-AI/AAAAAAAADOw/hRgc4s_SVHY/s400/209955_10150180375264586_620814585_6767221_3622957_o.jpg" height="292" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one of the funniest picture during our Truth or Dare game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/iwteDN8ohcZwtRb3mbs6u2GBOAQ5XoWyA8R6IuB4PTw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TdkCdfYm3DI/AAAAAAAADO0/1LnNL-DkfqU/s400/209612_10150180374044586_620814585_6767190_8198615_o.jpg" height="292" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;group shot with fishes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/tCCd2WBtj14LzYuIs7z2v2GBOAQ5XoWyA8R6IuB4PTw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TdkCd-FlPlI/AAAAAAAADO4/FwMEvdVioRY/s400/221289_10150180374179586_620814585_6767194_7977882_o.jpg" height="400" width="292" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/fTQ-JvTbSVOesiAra_XkRGGBOAQ5XoWyA8R6IuB4PTw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TdkCdzjib4I/AAAAAAAADO8/h7d_StCewpY/s400/226525_1355735671231_1766647073_603889_7069536_n.jpg" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/cePsT-lzeXIj3bSwrv5wkmGBOAQ5XoWyA8R6IuB4PTw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TdkCd9izrWI/AAAAAAAADPA/tXICmoa_W6E/s400/228005_1355734951213_1766647073_603888_5873837_n.jpg" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/RAvhHzxdaxP4gDzpAUnpPWGBOAQ5XoWyA8R6IuB4PTw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TdkCeZ50EKI/AAAAAAAADPE/nSrbCjdsVnA/s400/229111_198041780239078_100000997724114_503379_2702315_n.jpg" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay i know im retarded to post pictures that 1) long hair + nicely made up and all together with 2) sunburnt, sweat, no make up, no sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but whatever! just dont go judge and say OMG SHE WITHOUT MAKE UP SO CUI AND HER LONG HAIR SO SO SO MUCH NICER LEH WTF. kind of thing okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the bintan trip was so so so fun and next is tioman! i will bring my cam along too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheers (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-3059583453049787617?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/3059583453049787617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=3059583453049787617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/3059583453049787617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/3059583453049787617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2011/05/life-has-been.html' title='Life has been...'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TdkAx064deI/AAAAAAAADMQ/pqFVOFOnFJE/s72-c/DSC02400.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-4490194630867391217</id><published>2011-05-02T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T21:43:05.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This weekend</title><content type='html'>has been really really unhealthy. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've been stuffing myself with ALOT of alcohol and food. omg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next weekend i'll be diving so it wouldn't be much healthier. so much for a diet ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay pictures up soon! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-4490194630867391217?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/4490194630867391217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=4490194630867391217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/4490194630867391217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/4490194630867391217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2011/05/this-weekend.html' title='This weekend'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-3374287648040322410</id><published>2011-04-30T03:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T03:35:46.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why i've been missing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I AM SO SORRY FOR THE (obviously) LACK OF UPDATES and i think you all can forgive me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;simply because school has reopened AND my timetable is INSANE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i have 4 days of 8am lessons and most of my days are till 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;also, SP just had CCA drive and i've been down for all three days. super tiring but extremely fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;okay no pictures, i am so sorry but i have something to share with all of you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Recently, i came across this song in my ipod which got me thinking and asking a few of my friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Hurricane by 30 Seconds to Mars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;and in this song there's a line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;tell me would you kill to save your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;tell me would you kill to prove you’re right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;me across this song in my ipod which got me thinking and asking a few of my friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;so would you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;once in a class, a teacher asked us 2 questions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; i can only remember one though and it's like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;'If there's a train with a few hundred people in it. then it was reaching a double track. The track it was on has a huge hole and if it continue to be on that track, the driver and probably other passengers would die. However on the other track, there was a baby laying there. If you had a choice, would you switch the track and save many other lives at the expense of the baby?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;okay. the practical answer would be 'yes. it would be saving so many more lives'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;but then again, you would be killing the baby as the live of it is actually in your hands. If you didn't do anything to the track, the baby would be alive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;if you left the track alone, it would not be your fault that the people die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;how? kill the baby or let others die but it isn't your fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;AH YA, practical answer is 1 death is better than multiple deaths BUT ITS NOT EASY TO DO IT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;or what if one day you have to kill a stranger to save a loved one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i swear i wouldn't know what to do. it's so hard to watch someone die already and yet you have to do it yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;but watching a loved one die is painful too. esp if you know you could have done something else and save him/her. and you would probably live in pain/guilt for the entire of your life. you would miss him/her and you would think about how life would be better or not if you did otherwise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;just a thought. have you all actually thought about something like that? what would you do if you were placed in such a position?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;it's very hard isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-3374287648040322410?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/3374287648040322410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=3374287648040322410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/3374287648040322410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/3374287648040322410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2011/04/why-ive-been-missing.html' title='why i&apos;ve been missing'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-2462410097299737860</id><published>2011-04-14T03:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T04:17:07.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex slaves or not?</title><content type='html'>Okay quick update on my blog about an article i came across in straitstimes. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with a strong title: Malaysian MP says men have affairs because wives 'neglect' duty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Obviously, &lt;i&gt;duty&lt;/i&gt; (note, not dutieS) in this case is apparently easing the urge of their husbands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If i'm not wrong, such a statement was made due to the recent 'sex video scandal' which featured Anwar. So anyway, back to the article, there were several sentences that lit a little fire in me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i shall share a few lines i quote from the article.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOTE: the article QUOTES these so means, this MP SAID it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;1)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;  'Husbands driving home after work see things that are sexually arousing and &lt;b&gt;go to their wives to ease           their urges&lt;/b&gt;,'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;2)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;  'In Islam, wives are &lt;b&gt;supposed&lt;/b&gt; to stop everything to fulfill their husband's demands.'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;3) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; 'Wives failing in their duties &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic; "&gt;pushed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; men to go to 'private places to satisfy their urges"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;HOLDDDDD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;look at the words i bold. sorry, why do we(females) get married to men?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;idk? several different reasons i suppose. maybe like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;- because we're in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;- to start a family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;- to have a lifetime companion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;- whatever the reason but MAYBE , 'to be a sex slave' might not get on the list. (unless its a forced marriage)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;oh i meant DEFINITELY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;1)&lt;/b&gt; 'see things that are sexually arousing and go to their wives to ease their urges'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;seriously, if you think about what he said ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;HELLO, ITS MALAYSIA! NOT ROME OR WHATEVER. what can be seen in the streets that are sexually arousing? (let's not even bother saying Malaysia. Singaporeans get onto STOMP just by kissing in the train (rolls eyes) ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; font-size: small; "&gt;after all, 96 WERE ARRESTED IN KL ALONE FOR 'CLOSE PROXIMITY' ON VDAY OKAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;unless what he meant by sexually arousing is accidentally looking at an ass crack of an ahsoh that is on her way home OR bras that are in shops or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;it's RIDICULOUS. &amp;amp; okay fine, you get horny so you decide to have sex with your wife. done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;but 'go to their wives to ease their urges' ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;when did the word 'wife' become 'stay-in prostitutes' ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2)&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;In Islam, wives are &lt;b&gt;supposed&lt;/b&gt; to stop everything to fulfill their husband's demands.'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;i'm not really sure about how marriages work in islam but really? wives have to stop whatever their doing just because HE WANTS IT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;what if she's feeding the kid? or washing the laundry? REALLY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;OR is he so persistent that the GUY having an affair is NOT his fault but because the wife did not adhere to the rule of islam so it's okay to cheat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;WHAT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;3) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; 'Wives failing in their duties &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic; "&gt;pushed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; men to go to 'private places to satisfy their urges"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;i can SLAP HIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;Who said a duty of the Wife is to just have sex with her husband when he wants it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;okay fine. maybe a century ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;TODAY, WIVES work too! i guess we have A LITTLE more duty than to satisfy you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;okay apparently, just one breadwinner in the family might not provide enough financial stability to the family. so wife works. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;THEN one night HE has an urge cause he saw two cats 'wakawaka-ing' while he was going home. but OH NO, wife is working night shift today and can't fulfil her duty! you go have an affair ok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;WTF?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;and PRIVATE PLACES TO SATISFY URGE&lt;b&gt;S. &lt;/b&gt;(not one time okay)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;so if you dont earn enough money she can go get other men? HELLO YOU DING DONG OR WHAT? yes or no, it is NOT a reason for you to have an affair just because she doesn't satisfy you when YOU want it, you selfish _________ (whatever word you want to input)!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;whatever he has said is extremely disrespectful and i'm not sure if he's married but i can say 'POOR WIFE!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;because she has to have sex with him whenever he wants and if she doesn't, she gets cheated on (probably so).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;okay moving on to smth that has been made into a mountain recently, maid carrying nsmen bags!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;here's a video! 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eh when written down, its so simple but when said out, it's different okay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) If 8 people were racing on the same track (100m straight race track) and you overtook the 2nd fastest runner, which position are you at now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) okay if you overtake the last position, what position are you at now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;take FIVE seconds, it will be different. ah actually you all will just say ' ah ya, so easy! who can't answer' BUT ITS NOT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its cause reading AND listening to it is two different stories! no fair! plus right, have stress one leh. FIVE SECONDS YOU KNOW!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;k anyway, we went to watch a movie called mary and max or smth like that. and o.m.g&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/6xtcbK5GuvxAc3U63myw9g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TaNO4VjiLoI/AAAAAAAADL0/fQA--BQdqgM/s800/mary%20and%20max.jpg" height="400" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;boring. okay the last 2 mins or so was kinda touching but we sat throught the movie basically eating popcorn and whispering to each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;SERIOUSLY, IT WAS SUPER BORING.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the whole storyline was this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a sad girl with a birthmark that is in the colour of poo (look at her forehead in the picture abv) is named Mary. She stays in Aussie and leads a sad life without friends in school or whatever. Her favourite cartoon is the Noblets. Her dad works at some tea factory and mum is a drunk who shoplifts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so one day Mary was with her mother 'shopping' and she got bored. so she decided write to someone in america using the phone book she got there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Max was who she wrote to. someone who has aspergers and basically was like her, friendless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the whole movie was them writing to each other and people dying. they were each other's only (and best) friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the ending was  alittle touching but that was it. the animation was good though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so well, don't watch it unless you love such depressing animated shows or just have too much time and money to waste. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay so now i shall blog with whatever pictures i have to upload!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i had to retake my statistics cause i fail it. i was quite... well idk cause i know i deserved failing it but i didn't really like the idea of retaking one whole module.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woke up earlier than usual and went to school. was late for an hour and i realised, I DIDNT HAVE TO DROP ANY MODULE! which meant that I STILL GRADUATE THE SAME TIME AS MY MATES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how lucky is that!! wahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so in school i was with ida and we basically chatted for 2-3 hours. saw annab in school too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then when we were chatting i heard an unfamiliar voice calling me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'felicia!' so i turned. and there was this guy sitting there, staring at me. i stared back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in my head, i was thinking 'who.is.this.? look so so familiar but WHO? OHHHH EDWARDD!!!!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG MY FREAKING CHILDHOOD FRIEND WHOM I LOST CONTACT WITH(Somehow, other than our annually meetups in some dinner)  IS IN SP NOW! OMG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sooo, eager to catch up with him, i made ida crash his maths class with me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we have another of our childhood friend (we were like a little clique who grew up tgt) in sp too! so cute! so we grew up together then lost contact and now, we're all in the same school! cool not!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/iCrBkYzrAxSlZj4FDY0YuQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TaNOiLKDhhI/AAAAAAAADLY/I9ddt-a0TtI/s400/DSC02390.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/0e1d2s5VPfGw75HmgHBiQQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TaNOmlf9BsI/AAAAAAAADLc/9kpvIt310WU/s400/DSC02392.JPG" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/l53rB256FIDJ7SUDpFC3-w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TaNOxQHH5SI/AAAAAAAADLs/RxJ-ZFdIoKc/s400/DSC02393.JPG" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sooo this is edward!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went for class chalet later and JR WAS THERE!! &amp;lt;3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;k no pictures though. argh stupid camera shy people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;erm and sometime last week, went out with the guys and im always late because they always tell me the meeting like freaking last minute. i have no idea why either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im a girl. im vain. i take HOURS to prepare before i leave. they dont get that. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so peektures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/QxBEJsb4NtD0EQh2ylUhkQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TaNK7wh03HI/AAAAAAAADJM/ScAmOBTktmQ/s400/DSC02364.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kenken and Irene. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kenken and i also (in a way) grew up together. i knew him since p1 and we weren't close then. then after that we lost contact. only in recent years that we started talking. (idk why either!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/vfteeNf4wp5brnCCGAgwkQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TaNL4tGCcAI/AAAAAAAADJs/UtQyY0LhU1s/s400/DSC02372.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha no further elaboration on what they're doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/GNTFAuvsKk2z4PqqbzhXtA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TaNK8PCItbI/AAAAAAAADJY/AVOhFwmJ5OM/s400/DSC02361.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the gay bros ken and alpin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i said 'hahah see alpin looks so happy when kenneth is kissing him! omggg!!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;k: ' huh really? take again leh'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/mVhiZ8a0vxYkGdpkBA0f0g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TaNK8HSKipI/AAAAAAAADJQ/w0ekpr_u_-0/s400/DSC02362.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/koYGU8FnBwjEEzT_6K1bqg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TaNLfvfcHlI/AAAAAAAADJg/ys-UEY2l3C8/s400/DSC02367.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/tbhJ4uAMfDMVC72TkcZG_w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TaNLg6NGtrI/AAAAAAAADJo/ap0erv8MhTc/s400/DSC02368.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/xz4WIclLlNVzu07IVNTs4g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TaNMDpY61sI/AAAAAAAADJ8/ujbJt2NA8Ww/s400/DSC02366.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gatti and i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we(the 6 of us) were chatting through the few hours and the conversations were non-stop! love em so so so much. too bad chan couldn't make it though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/-2W852xHUyHgeHtTD15rsQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TaNL51vcdPI/AAAAAAAADJ0/l2qZ8xaf-lw/s400/DSC02373.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KEN WAS GRINDING GATTI (or smth like that) IN THIS PICTURE and gatti had to pose nicely while kenken was grinding him HAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we left and kenneth was piggyback-ing me all the way and alpin got jealous. so they kenneth carried him. then alpin carried kenneth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the 2 heavyweights:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/fQyRjXDZHdYXUHYtt8RlNA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TaNMcjazG8I/AAAAAAAADKI/2zjyIselGG8/s400/DSC02377.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahah I HAVE NO IDEA how alpin looks so so happy in all situations. (more below)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/v_vctmfd595taQrfloJaXg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TaNMZOpeKqI/AAAAAAAADKE/qcNJKAZPKRg/s400/DSC02376.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SEE still so happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/75TULhdEjFukpjcGdQLncQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TaNM7hzE33I/AAAAAAAADKY/taBpjqAY5LQ/s400/DSC02380.JPG" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can't help but notice we look a little similar right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/xSfe0hPIIzZ5AaTmNcvU3A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TaNNF5y0jaI/AAAAAAAADKk/QWZ8HrGTLKg/s400/DSC02381.JPG" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gatti. mai bff! (almost as hiao as me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/RnLaJRIot78CCutaOa7GZg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TaNNZAqcg6I/AAAAAAAADKw/pL4Lon8mAaU/s400/DSC02382.JPG" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'come we take tgt!' *snaps* *half of kenneth's face*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay so anyway i cant cross roads and most of my friends know that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we were about to cross this road then kenneth pulled me and we made a run for it, leaving the rest behind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i took my camera out and alpin got sexcited. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/-p1j948JPxZwwPuhPJPtLg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TaNMnpGpPNI/AAAAAAAADKU/qAUTkgDvdIQ/s400/DSC02378.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he (checkerd shirt) starts running towards me while he sees the camera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/WD4Jku4fpIsyqe2SJLCZbQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TaNM-UpgupI/AAAAAAAADKg/aR173xrqjgI/s400/DSC02379.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SEE WHAT I MEAN BY HE ALWAYS LOOKS SO HAPPY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we were going back and here's an inside joke that the rest of you would probably not get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;UNTOLD STORY :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ezLJkKuQUCKKydNfOMhxKQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TaNNfzHkaFI/AAAAAAAADK0/khqCqVqj7VA/s400/DSC02384.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/9ifEBh61Uy2aM1eO5F6e6A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TaNNnGQsBsI/AAAAAAAADK8/WbOloMIjcSw/s400/DSC02385.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/KQg4Ii2yHp2mfik_KAVXMg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TaNOL502PvI/AAAAAAAADLQ/U14DIEEY884/s400/DSC02388.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: is it normal that you take your camera out and SUDDENLY everyone becomes camera shy? even though before going you, you ASKED if you should bring it out or not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;soooooooo annoying because it ALWAYS happens! argh!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people should allow others(me in particular) to capture moments!! YES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;k goodnight all! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-3273252219763520978?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/3273252219763520978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=3273252219763520978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/3273252219763520978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/3273252219763520978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2011/04/random-all-in-one-post.html' title='a random all-in-one post'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TaNO4VjiLoI/AAAAAAAADL0/fQA--BQdqgM/s72-c/mary%20and%20max.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-7620407452977245944</id><published>2011-04-06T02:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T03:32:40.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>experiences</title><content type='html'>okay so i've been raised in a chinese family. been to only chinese schools all my live until i went SP.&lt;div&gt;Even my kindergarten was a chinese school! and my condo only had one malay family and 1 or 2 indian families. that's all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so in other words, my whole life, i don't have many friends outside the chinese race. so last monday, i was invited to my friend's sibling's wedding at jurong, a malay wedding! i've never been to one so of course i was excited and curious. i've only walked past several malay weddings when i walk my dog or go for lunch and stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be honest, i have NO IDEA what to expect OR what to give that i actually went to the extent of calling my malay senior to ask him these questions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the first question mark i had was the timing. on the invitation it stated '11am - 5pm' HUH?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because for chinese weddings, it's always dinner. so we just reach at around 7pm and stay until the dinner ends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if its the same, means we have to stay at the wedding for 6 hours! okay so i found out its free timing. ( don't laugh. im new to this)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so anyway, we (FAV) met and went for the wedding together. and IT WAS SUCH A HOT DAY. we reached at about 4ish and the sun was literally still blazing. everyone was perspiring oh, thank god there were tissue boxes on all tables. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we quickly found idah and we went to help ourselves with the food. after piling our plates, we were lost. WE DIDN'T KNOW WHERE TO SIT!! it was free seating and most(if not all) tables were taken up! so we just asked this chinese couple there if we could sit with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the whole dinner/lunch was extremely noisy with the emcee speaking and the speakers were SO LOUD. i swear we had to semi shout in each other ears to communicate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/tsr_Iinqw5fiOIBqQ_L30g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TZrnUhaW2gI/AAAAAAAADFg/8-RCYhT6kpI/s400/DSC02280.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;us with the food, after some left so it was relatively emptier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/sXYQXMjc9Sqb4nEs_NCJJQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TZroGkegD0I/AAAAAAAADF8/Huo9GLsthEc/s400/DSC02295.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;valerie with this SUPER ADORABLE kid. she was camel-like eyelashes! so so so pretty! &amp;amp; also wearing a qipao! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh so anyway, when the guests began to leave after the bride and groom made their last appearance, the emcee(he says that he's called charlie) decided to make fun of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he called us charlie's angels, came talk to us and basically we ended up entertaining the rest of the guests at the wedding. and V actually screamed in the mike 'WE ARE 18 AND SINGLE' which got her a rose by one of the waiters at the end of the wedding! HAHAHHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/aUlUvzK6-LB1rebePNAS-g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TZrqD9fWN7I/AAAAAAAADG0/dr9lam19Mzw/s400/DSC02316.JPG" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahah it's actually part of the table decor. So when they cleared the vases, she got one of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT LOOK AT HER. she looks SO SO SO HAPPY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/jsdHM5NZEkz01cjO-AwcAA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TZrqIznCGHI/AAAAAAAADG4/OtbQrwPUkJ4/s400/DSC02315.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RIGHT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got prop must camwhore!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh anyway, there's something really different about malay weddings is that they can actually have fun and sing karaoke!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/4cADvsP20fc9_-23J537jg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TZrn417be-I/AAAAAAAADF0/B2_-8XdHcaA/s400/DSC02282.JPG" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here's a picture of idah singing like a Superstar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we had half a song sang by charlie and another song sang by idah's dad dedicated to us!! &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the decor of the void deck was BEAUTIFUL. the colours and all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/qbqFTDgPf8igr4JTdeVztw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TZrom3h0YbI/AAAAAAAADGA/Dq3q-5CvblY/s400/DSC02298.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the area for the bride and groom to sit and take pictures with their friends and family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/I3NAh4yOcgrn0ZPHBRmMhg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TZrooCh3PwI/AAAAAAAADGI/TClOZb7a4xA/s400/DSC02299.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have no idea what this is for cause when we went there, it was empty. but nice right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/5r83_4STsGHwUNWjRUBvMQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TZtnI0BkGxI/AAAAAAAADIk/zqcMFWij7oY/s400/DSC02296.JPG" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the wedding cake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and there was this 'tree' thing just at the start of the aisle which was very pretty. there were like crystals in the shape of water droplets hanging down from the top and the whole atmosphere was very... 'mysterious'? i would say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/N6JycY8VBB4WViTtAa3Hfw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TZrpZLuZoFI/AAAAAAAADGk/WDs3U9987nI/s400/DSC02302.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our message written to the newly wed (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/KC7inbbIAmxVjRxfFwHjag?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TZrosx3s-5I/AAAAAAAADGM/B9gIpFaI5LE/s400/DSC02301.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;souvenirs to be brought back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wellll as the emcee was speaking in malay and we finished our food, we got bored and the pillar beside us was PRETTY SO SO SO we camwhored in front of everyone with the pillar! HAHAHHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Qq52yAxJk7oFVCNbEo2GHw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TZrpLPUXrnI/AAAAAAAADGY/zvD-6P8WYf0/s400/DSC02303.JPG" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/SCi-0wY3YJmKkyg5kLPjhg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TZrpPTp_Y9I/AAAAAAAADGc/dvGjee5QGSE/s400/DSC02308.JPG" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/OuuLeeHdHfGUw9FifUdf5g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TZrp5-GdHDI/AAAAAAAADGo/Bt-T0d9dn4A/s400/DSC02309.JPG" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehe super thick skin. okay so the weather was torturing us and we decided to leave and went to town. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was super tired by then. i had only 3 hours of sleep as i had to go sao mu and wake at 8. so anyway, we (a few of my family) went to pray to our grandfather together with our parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/D1wXBkD2PUyvU30ZyUtlYg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TZrnnOdfNMI/AAAAAAAADFs/IquV0pxutKg/s400/DSC02270.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a few who were present folding the paper money. I LOVEEE my relatives i swear. we always have so much fun and there is no topic we wont talk about ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/I-SiqMq2ZMmzY_QAifuorw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TZrnkyw_mTI/AAAAAAAADFk/g-VycJ_K3Sw/s400/DSC02276.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and here's spongebob look-alike. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay moving on, after the wedding, we went to town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/NNjGbaiMuiX75NIAqilEIg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TZrq2rTkkqI/AAAAAAAADHE/0_kUNh7YAhg/s400/DSC02325.JPG" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we were all tired, sticky so we didn't have the mood to shop. walked around and had EWF for dinner. saw the cutest gay couple that were SO SHY. they nibbled on their food and hardly spoke to each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went up to sky garden after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Nx5JoFAt1w3r9hK2Rlhc7w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TZrqrtZ0bGI/AAAAAAAADHA/RwL4ex6H0XQ/s400/DSC02331.JPG" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/n48zMq2rUtIug3-2zaPkIQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TZrr1WsHJ7I/AAAAAAAADHU/QmXra6fHtlc/s400/DSC02336.JPG" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/gJmOOg_KpDGaFWg7RnS4TQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TZrsBFinTmI/AAAAAAAADHc/pfpcT1vYqOc/s400/DSC02337.JPG" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YES TO SHOW YOU ALL OUR HEIGHT DIFFERENCE!!! yes, i look extremely tired already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ohoh, so we were camwhoring and i was so tired so i sat on this rock. i invited them to share the rock with me. V was nice and sat with me but A just rejected me which led to V also walking over to the dark side and stood up. leaving me to sit there alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i decided to look sad and stare at the empty space beside me while they snap a picture of it .....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Vybe2QRM151bj4dwWyhlNw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TZrsf2_QaaI/AAAAAAAADHs/dLLbuJqudDo/s400/DSC02348.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND THIS ACTY CAUSED THEM TO START SCREAMING AND ACCUSE ME OF BEING SCARY AND SAY I LOOK GHOSTLY!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they ran all the way to the side and didnt want to come back ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and when they finally did, they gave me this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/1OnudlL9kyrOyGHcUwxT2Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TZrs-cPrVjI/AAAAAAAADH4/5m1rovEM4WU/s400/DSC02351.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;scared faces. WHAT THE HELL RIGHT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they asked me to do again but to look at another direction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/LSiO0_jBJuHYSUZHCtb6HA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TZrtC64qY4I/AAAAAAAADH8/zHNt03r5JfA/s400/DSC02352.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay not as scary. but the one before was indeed quite ..... hmmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Vybe2QRM151bj4dwWyhlNw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TZrsf2_QaaI/AAAAAAAADHs/dLLbuJqudDo/s400/DSC02348.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RIGHT? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMFG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMFG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Vybe2QRM151bj4dwWyhlNw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TZrsf2_QaaI/AAAAAAAADHs/dLLbuJqudDo/s400/DSC02348.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHAHAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay i shall end this post with my companion of the night when  A and V ran away from me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(and cute too!! hehe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/6CMLiv_oQHl8tHM0V5Rgyg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TZrtILEG1gI/AAAAAAAADIE/ehtZy8VCGes/s400/DSC02354.JPG" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-7620407452977245944?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/7620407452977245944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=7620407452977245944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/7620407452977245944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/7620407452977245944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2011/04/experiences.html' title='experiences'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TZrnUhaW2gI/AAAAAAAADFg/8-RCYhT6kpI/s72-c/DSC02280.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-5775768549130370525</id><published>2011-04-02T19:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T20:27:37.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Chunky Post!</title><content type='html'>hi all. i went for facial yesterday.&lt;div&gt;okay for those who read/follow me on twtter, you should know that i describe 'going for facial' as 'going for war'. because during the process, it hurtssssss and after it, you'll definitely be going home with wounds. literally 伤痕累累 (means wounds all over (the face in this case) ) okay im not sure if its the right word but you all get what i mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and acty i have a shoot tmr. but i can't make it (thankfully, or else i'll look like some girl with weird case of red polkadot face). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...so tmr, i'll have to saomu @ bukitbatok then go home and leave for wedding at JURONG! wowwwww. so, i'll have pictures, if i remember to bring my camera!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH so the other day i was fishing with Alpin and we caught some grunter fish that actually grunts (?!) like it kept grunting when we left it there! at first we thought it was a croaker cause honestly, it sounded like it was croaking! HAHA. and caught an eel. when alpin disected it, he found a baby crab in it! okay i (finally) realised and made up my mind that i SHOULD bring my camera out to fish everytime to show you our catch! yes no? YESS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO REALISE IT! i always say 'ohoh we caught this, saw this and that, some glowing worm/fish' and i never get to take any pictures because my camera isnt there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it's not a very good idea either because my hands would stink like the baits (raw prawns or whatever we are using. and my hand sanitiser dont really work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay we'll see.. and i saw a shooting star!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after fishing i was walking home AND I ALMOST DIED! it was maybe 3am? and i was at the road junction waiting for the trafficlight to turn green so i could cross. i looked down and was fiddling with whatever was in my hands at the time and i had green light shining at me so naturally i thought it was the green man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i cross the road for about 6 steps AND I HEARD ALOT OF HORNS HORNING AT ME. i looked up and WOOOOOOO its RED MAN. and the green light was for the cars to COME AT MY DIRECTION.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stunned, i stood there for 2 sec before rushing back! OMG. i swear i almost died!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;k so anyway, i lived. went out with FAV ystd and was supposed to meet the guys too but... ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was late for about 2 hours so we just ate and caught up. then when they were leaving, i INSISTED to take pictures. but I TELL YOU, it was a failure!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we took ALOT of pictures together. like we all took turns but THERE WASNT A PERFECT ONE! until val for irritated and didnt want to take anymore! i'll post it all up anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/O4UO_56aMtAosA3d-XbS_Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TZcH8MiLXdI/AAAAAAAADEE/dOXvQ8E7miA/s400/DSC02262.JPG" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shot 1. fail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Ith_4uaXapITiUlTppggrA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TZcH-ZdvyOI/AAAAAAAADEY/S1-_6pbwsAU/s400/DSC02263.JPG" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shot 2. okay but we all look... so RETAKE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/g57lNer767Be27qrT1zIgg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TZcIgTTPq7I/AAAAAAAADEg/kJ6TIixEEEE/s400/DSC02265.JPG" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shot 3. fail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they decided that I shouldnt be the one taking so annab took the camera instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;soo.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/79HAmOWtw2C1BRPdk_-3DA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TZcIihwm25I/AAAAAAAADEo/igA7x7Q2c4Q/s400/DSC02267.JPG" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shot 4. looks okay? BUT valerie was beside me!!! SHE TOTALLY LEFT HER OUT!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ULTIMATE FAIL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/53fwjyn4J0blW3IANqBWyg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TZcImIkTANI/AAAAAAAADEs/Yh8b04xdogg/s400/DSC02266.JPG" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shot 5. back to me. also fail, obviously&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/7QYbO2cfO-Oax5dWZo5FvA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TZcItzsDvLI/AAAAAAAADE4/N9n_TuLw2KE/s400/DSC02268.JPG" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shot 6. annab is much much worse than me. fail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there were more but deleted cause it was BLURER and all. OMG. why are we like that?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but okay it's quite funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so after meeting them i went home and after a few hours, i decided, im bored of my red nails and decided to do colourblocks. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/GNrqslO8TFx88MGla7U9zA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TZcS70MYrsI/AAAAAAAADFA/871tpFF-IwU/s400/DSC02269.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it didnt take quite long and okay, it isnt perfect. but i LOVEEEEE them! its so bright and colourful! i hope it lasts for quite some time before it gets chipped off and stuff AND THIS PICTURE DOESNT DO MY NAILS JUSTICE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thennnn some pictures dated longgg ago with gatti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/s-QjTS2SGfzvrnM1jaz-uA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TZcH3VNapwI/AAAAAAAADEA/n32cAslpEP0/s400/DSC02226.JPG" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/5zpKLlSwS33xkR-ckzl6Zg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TZcHRdsKbCI/AAAAAAAADD0/SB0kR9wiW-E/s400/DSC02223.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha i got irritated with his thick and long hair so i decided to make a dog tail out of it. AND HE DIDNT REMOVE IT FOR THE WHOLE NIGHT!! &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/nUbbvPa1hw1XJO77CL-ZWQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TZcHQmzYKII/AAAAAAAADDw/MJsz1fjYZQk/s400/DSC02225.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/YLslqzETtXenDGBxVJ7wNw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TZcHP5kX5XI/AAAAAAAADEQ/tyyHKHmlsb0/s400/DSC02224.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haiyo, like just a few months ago but i look so much younger than now. i think this is without make up or something so i look super pale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ah i was youtubing about diving and i came across this video and now im excited for out next leisure trip! :D DIVERSSSS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fmGJqTd0Qt8?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay that's all for now! TATA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-5775768549130370525?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/5775768549130370525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=5775768549130370525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/5775768549130370525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/5775768549130370525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2011/04/chunky-post.html' title='A Chunky Post!'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TZcH8MiLXdI/AAAAAAAADEE/dOXvQ8E7miA/s72-c/DSC02262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-6218990006145918180</id><published>2011-03-30T18:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T20:54:25.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i got left behind!</title><content type='html'>okay so my mum knows im depressed cause boyfee's in bkk nao leaving me ALL ALONE in singapore so she decided to cheer me up and gave me a couple of hundreds to shop! TEEHEE&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kay kidding! she doesn't know that he left singapore. neither am i depressed. anyway i only shopped for about 2 hours and decided to have have a break (which never ended).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sooo, loots from 2 hours of shopping!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/prFS1qgM4_TWCxDkiRNfRrkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TZMjHy86x5I/AAAAAAAADDQ/uHPf6RDa1Xc/s400/DSC02261.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh i just realised the bag is covered. the bag damn chio! ohwell, nevermind next time! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/hlbTIn9Ei_Igduhy-N7RMLkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TZMaW6xzgrI/AAAAAAAADCM/nvkiSKGe844/s400/DSC02243.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;super chio right?! my fav item of all! the colour is damn cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/zxHXXL-tYUlPdJWhE5QDBbkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TZMaZcMS72I/AAAAAAAADCQ/X211rr5PhN4/s400/DSC02245.JPG" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/1uwPQ33EtgGwYtohmHGhrrkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TZMbEqGtE5I/AAAAAAAADCc/OvE0o6lV8QI/s400/DSC02250.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;got this thermal bottle also! super cute! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/AcZk78uM0JggA_kYOQl47bkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TZMbJE3iLhI/AAAAAAAADCk/RP0MCW0Yh90/s400/DSC02249.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this pair of shorts for sleeping! HOW TO RESIST? SO CUTEEE!!!! material very good and comfy also! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so anyway, i was thinking.. MY BLOG IS SO BORINGGGGGG!!! so im gna show you all what i do best! shopping! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay. not exactly shopping but just looking around then buying them when i think they're pretty! so here are a few things i got in the last few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/qfs9EW-pGhIEIFpZta9opLkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TZMbrR-metI/AAAAAAAADCs/NpZVEar8iuE/s400/DSC02254.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ribbon ring! cute and simple at the same time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ATBrPzNdE7A5K0R2PJcGz7kac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TZMbvTCKDHI/AAAAAAAADC0/vWx3oOp01Fc/s400/DSC02256.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;somehow i LOVEEE this earrings! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/f1LjQpCi1T7dCQKH2zrBxbkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TZMbvpXa0iI/AAAAAAAADC4/BYCfKudVJvw/s400/DSC02257.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bracelet with pearls, ribbons, chains AND bling and the same time! awesome not!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/cULGvLNxxAF4FaL2OEIfCbkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TZMcIpZT1zI/AAAAAAAADDI/o30h9l5-t2w/s400/DSC02259.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HK from billy! how cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/j-LOrlclguw743UC_f-9pbkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TZMbIl-jtxI/AAAAAAAADCg/epJ9Px-OMiM/s400/DSC02251.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND SHADES from warehouse. i HAVE TO HIGHLIGHT THIS because ITS SOOO ANNOYING WHEN MOST OF YOUR FRIENDS ARE MALES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they will think it costs $10!!!! even after you tell them ITS FROM WAREHOUSE YOU ASS! they'll still insist its some cheap good. okay i know they're like joking and all. BUT WHY?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so annoyinggggg!!! but yaaa, its funny when all laugh about it but dont you think its so weird that guys like to do that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay i'll update this space soon! love you all!! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-6218990006145918180?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/6218990006145918180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=6218990006145918180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/6218990006145918180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/6218990006145918180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-got-left-behind.html' title='i got left behind!'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TZMjHy86x5I/AAAAAAAADDQ/uHPf6RDa1Xc/s72-c/DSC02261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-2263352551459752119</id><published>2011-03-28T01:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T01:38:02.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HI</title><content type='html'>okay i knowwwwww. i havent been posting up pictures or whatever. butbut that's because keep forgetting to bring my camera out!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay soon, PROMISE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, had a shoot so did a little shopping :D oh and im going to pack my closet tonight. salvation army, here i come (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bai!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-2263352551459752119?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/2263352551459752119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=2263352551459752119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/2263352551459752119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/2263352551459752119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2011/03/hi.html' title='HI'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-1831946960230367836</id><published>2011-03-21T15:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T18:07:09.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's as if..</title><content type='html'>God is sending me a message.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly, Lucky left us so suddenly then Japan and some other incidents. It got me really cherishing everything i have around me. who knows that one day, maybe tomorrow, someone whom you love might just leave you without any warning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is already as unpredictable as it is. with new surprises springing up on us every single day, are we really strong enough to go through life as we think we can?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good and bad, we live life one day after another, step after step. But it really sucks that you never know if the next, you'll be falling down a never ending hole or being lifted up the sky to watch a rainbow from above. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who knows? maybe you quarrelled with your best friend and said things you don't mean out of anger and the next minute, he/she got into an accident. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it really does scares me because lucky leaving us was so sudden. I took it really hard. up till now, i miss her so much and pray for her every day. how many more times i can sit with my friends and laugh with them? how many more times i can have dinner with my family, with my parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm not being emo or anything but it's true isn't it? how scary life is. no matter how angry i am, i just don't dare to say things i don't mean. so afraid to say something i would regret for my entire life. i've read articles about people losing their family and regret not telling how much they love them before they've lost them. and yet, we know but it's so hard to put your pride down and tell your parents again, like how you used to when you were young, 'mum, dad, i love you'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay i've done that so many times but when was your last?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's so difficult to understand life but how hard it is? what has bring us so far? the optimism we carry around us, the love and support people around shower us or faith that we all possess? or all of the above?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we're only human and what we have to go through is already hard as it is. But then again, there're assholes around to make things so much worse for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a few examples like how some people feel that japan DESERVES the natural disasters that hit them. and how GOD has answered their prayers. HUH SERIOUSLY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how many lives have been lost and the statistics (Which i believe is altered to a lesser number) itself is horrifying. the amount of damage is insane and if we're not there and we feel something, what about those who are there GOING THROUGH IT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's hard to believe what some people are thinking. is heartless even enough to describe them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here's a video i'd like to share which touched me pretty much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nQY4dIxY1H4?rel=0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;those of you who dont know, this guy, Chris Medina, he proposed to his girlfriend and they were supposed to get married. after x months, she got into an accident and got into a coma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the doctor said it's likely that she wouldnt wake up. but they (chris and her family) believed she would and she did. but things are never the same. she cant control herself and cant even communicate properly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Chris never gave up hope and still is there for her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg how touching? the lyrics and all. fairytale. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay extremely wordy post but just a little of my thoughts put in words to share with you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodday! tell the people around you that you love them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS/i know i mentioned God in a few of my posts but im not christian or anything. i believe that there's a god but not in any religion in particular.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-1831946960230367836?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/1831946960230367836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=1831946960230367836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/1831946960230367836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/1831946960230367836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-as-if.html' title='It&apos;s as if..'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/nQY4dIxY1H4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-6766183651705024901</id><published>2011-03-20T04:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T04:38:12.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glance and Japan's disaster timeline</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;A 8.9 magnitude earthquake off the coast of north-east Japan spawned a ferocious tsunami that's caused massive destruction; flattening whole towns, starting raging fires, and killing thousands of people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The following is a list of key events since the two natural disasters devastated north-eastern Japan on Friday (March 11):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday, March 11:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- An undersea earthquake with a magnitude of &lt;b&gt;8.9&lt;/b&gt;, one of the most powerful ever recorded, strikes off Japan's north-eastern coast just before 3.00pm local time (2pm Singapore time). The authorities issued a tsunami warning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- A 1&lt;b&gt;0m tsunami wave&lt;/b&gt; smashes over the north-eastern Japanese coast, causing massive damage and flooding. A &lt;b&gt;series&lt;/b&gt; of aftershocks follows, many &lt;b&gt;exceeding&lt;/b&gt; a magnitude of &lt;b&gt;7.0&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Japanese authorities announce that four nuclear power stations in quake-hit areas have been shut down. Eventually &lt;b&gt;11 &lt;/b&gt;of the nation's roughly 50 plants &lt;b&gt;stop producing power&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- The US Geological Service announces the quake was the &lt;b&gt;most powerful&lt;/b&gt; to hit Japan since records began.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday, March 12:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- The Japanese government orders the evacuation of residents living close to the Fukushima No. 1 nuclear power plant, where the disaster has caused cooling systems to fail and raised fears of a &lt;b&gt;meltdown.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- An explosion occurs in a building housing one of the plant's reactors.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Japan mobilises some 100,000 military and other rescue personnel. &lt;b&gt;Aid pours in from around the world, including from the US military stationed in Japan.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Video images show the extent of the damage, with the tsunami washing away houses and cars and hurling ships far inland, while fires blaze over large areas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The US Geological Survey says the force of the quake moved Honshu - the main Japanese island - by 2.4m.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday, March 13:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- The government says 230,000 people have been evacuated from the vicinity of the crippled nuclear reactors.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- While the overall toll remains unclear, the police chief in badly-hit Miyagi prefecture said the number of deaths was certain to exceed &lt;b&gt;10,000 &lt;/b&gt;in his region alone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- A man who was swept out to sea on a piece of the roof of his house is rescued by a naval vessel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- The Japanese government announces energy rationing due to the shutdown of nuclear power stations. &lt;b&gt;Millions&lt;/b&gt; of residents are without any power or water.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- The Japanese weather service says there is a 70 per cent chance that a further aftershock with a magnitude of 7.0 or higher could occur within three days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday, March 14:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- A second explosion occurs at the stricken Fukushima nuclear power station.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Rescuers say they have found &lt;b&gt;2,000 bodies&lt;/b&gt; in Miyagi prefecture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Share prices plunge 6.18 per cent on the Tokyo stock exchange.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- A United Nations humanitarian agency says &lt;b&gt;1.4 million&lt;/b&gt; Japanese are without running water and more than half a million have been evacuated.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- The International Atomic Energy Agency says it is 'very unlikely' Fukushima will turn into a Chernobyl-like situation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- The US Geological Survey upgrades the magnitude of Friday's quake to &lt;b&gt;9.0&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday, March 15:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Two more blasts and a fire rock the Fukushima plant and radiation levels around the facility reach &lt;b&gt;dangerous levels&lt;/b&gt;, prompting the government to advise people up to&lt;b&gt; 30km&lt;/b&gt; from the reactor to stay indoors.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Officials say that &lt;b&gt;higher&lt;/b&gt; than normal radiation levels are detected in Tokyo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- The official death toll from the disaster passes &lt;b&gt;2,400&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Japan stocks fall more than 14 per cent before clawing back ground with shares ending down 10.55 per cent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- The Bank of Japan pumps eight trillion yen (almost S$130 billion) into the financial system to soothe shaken money markets following a record 15-trillion yen injection on Monday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday, March 16&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- A new fire erupts at the troubled Fukushima plant. Workers are briefly evacuated, as a tall white cloud is seen billowing into the sky over the complex.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Radiation levels at the plant's entrance spike before decreasing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Another strong &lt;b&gt;6.0-magnitude aftershock hits&lt;/b&gt;. Buildings in Tokyo sway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Emperor Akihito delivers a rare address to the nation, offering his prayers and expressing his deep concern over the escalating nuclear crisis.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- The official number of dead and missing surpasses &lt;b&gt;11,000&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Tokyo shares rebound after the biggest two-day sell-off in 24 years. The headline Nikkei share index closed up 5.68 per cent on bargain hunting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- The Bank of Japan pumps another 3.5 trillion yen (S$55.5 billion) into the financial system.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday, March 17&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- The official number of dead and missing hits &lt;b&gt;14,650&lt;/b&gt;, a rise of nearly 1,000 in just a few hours.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Foreign governments urge their citizens to leave Tokyo and US State Department authorises the voluntary departure of US embassy family members.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Chinook helicopters dump tonnes of water in a desperate effort to cool overheating nuclear reactors.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- The government says Japan faces major blackouts unless energy use falls.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Tokyo shares close down 1.44 per cent as the central bank injects another five trillion yen (S$80.9 billion) into its buckling financial system.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- US President Barack Obama offers to give Japan any support that it needs, the Tokyo government says.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this is the first time ever that i prayed so hard. god bless them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-6766183651705024901?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/6766183651705024901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=6766183651705024901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/6766183651705024901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/6766183651705024901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2011/03/glance-and-japans-disaster-timeline.html' title='Glance and Japan&apos;s disaster timeline'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-5727293892136611711</id><published>2011-03-18T22:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T22:16:44.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Miss Ou Yong</title><content type='html'>i love you so so much and you know it. but you're so so so bias towards others. &lt;div&gt;just so you know, it hurts ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i still love you so :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-5727293892136611711?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/5727293892136611711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=5727293892136611711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/5727293892136611711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/5727293892136611711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2011/03/to-miss-ou-yong.html' title='To Miss Ou Yong'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-5720532048455133058</id><published>2011-03-16T01:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T02:03:55.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a long chain of thoughts</title><content type='html'>hello all. anyway im just sitting here all alone and my mind isnt resting (you know what they say about how female's brain never stop working?)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sooo, i had a few random thoughts and i decided that i shall blog about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont know if it's only me but time seem to fly so so fast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's like i don't remember things like maybe 2 days ago and if somebody reminds me something that has happen maybe a week ago, i will feel as if it happened probably weeks or maybe even, months ago!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't understand why. i didn't use to be like this. so i tend to forget things so easily now. or that i have freaking short term memory?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just damn freaking weird. then yet, things that were DAMN long ago, are still crystal clear in your mind. WHY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and also, while thinking of this, my mind wandered off into a few years (maybe a little more than a few) later in my life when i have my own home and all. it's nice but i have to leave my parents ):. wellll then my mind would go crazy on how i will place the furniture, what will be in the house, the pant colour, the rooms, the kitchen and all that you know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's soooo exciting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;must.must. have a piano, a nice kitchen with all-matching utensils and pots and pans. ahhh. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and at the end of the day when you lie in bed and reflect/think about your life/days, you settle your mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now after really letting everything leave, i wonder, how come i can actually be so so so afraid of something good that has happened? it wasn't like this the last time. is it that i've been lost for a really long time and suddenly being jolted back or it's just a fear inside that i thought i didn't have anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahhhhh. lost pup. ): ohwell, side note, tmr i shall wake up earlier and meet anna. and i miss my girls. boohoooo i think im moodswinging now. crapppppxz. time to isolate myself in a container. bye ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-5720532048455133058?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/5720532048455133058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=5720532048455133058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/5720532048455133058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/5720532048455133058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2011/03/long-chain-of-thoughts.html' title='a long chain of thoughts'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-4231229156640028450</id><published>2011-03-10T02:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T02:46:29.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rants on... my maid</title><content type='html'>HI ALL.&lt;br /&gt;im okay now. and i guess its better to embrace the memories rather than be sad and all. i love you baby girl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. HOW REALISTIC CAN THIS WORLD BE? after i post up that i'll probably MIA for a while,the views of my blog DROPPED BY MORE THAN HALF!! OMFG WHATTHEHELL?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay but i wont say anything cause whats the point coming when theres nothing to read right! HAHAHA IM SO WEIRD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, zombiemode on now. i have no idea what to blog about at all. maybe except for recent things? i wont blog about what happened and details and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so update on my life, im changing maid soon. sucks that the customs in Philippines are super strict now. so i kinda like this maid but what made me so turned off by her is her attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here are the few reasons why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;she disrespects me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- she shouts for me rather than coming in my room to talk to me. (this only happens when my parents are not home)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for example, i'm in my room and shes in another room. then i hear my name 'FELICIA FELICIA' WALAO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you're my maid. not my friend. even my friends don't scream for me and expect me to go to them and that's because they respect me more than you do. it's ridiculous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- when she wants something and my parents are not home, she TELLS me she wants it and not ASKS me if she can have it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for example, Shes addicted to ibumie meegoreng (damn nice) i have like zillion other brands but she only eat that. okay fine. everytime my parents leave home, she immediately asks me 'mam, can i eat noodles. im hungry'. understandable right? BUT even if there's food on the table or whereever, she MUST eat it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i always say yes. until once, i was in my room preparing to bathe. then she starts screaming for my name again. i ignored. then once im done bathing, i went out of my room and she cooked the noodles already. AND TOLD ME 'mam i eat noodles' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WTF?! she cant even walk over and ask me if she can eat?! RIDICULOUS. are you that lazy? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it pisses me off so much also because my brother and i LOVE ibumie meegoreng and she spams it. she secretly eat also sometimes. so when WE want to eat it, there isnt anymore for us. fucking selfish. there's food you also want cook ibumie. fuck you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) &lt;b&gt;She &lt;/b&gt;(probably) &lt;b&gt;takes my dad as a joke&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-my dad's a happy person so he jokes alot with my maid and us. but she takes it to a whole new level. my parents ask her to make coffee for them. then she makes the drinks and serves it to them. and SOMEHOW (more than just a single time) my dad's coffee is SUPER SWEET. like sugar coffee. and my mum's? JUST RIGHT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is that possible? both cups of coffees are made at the same time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-my dad has ariwanas (idk how you spell that fish) and fishes tend to get scared easily. so once, my dad was feeding the fish, then at the other side of the tank, she started slamming the tank, scaring the fish. (and then it starting jumping like mad) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my dad got angry and started yelling at her to stop. then she looked at my dad and SLAMMED THE TANK MORE! WHAT?! is she fucking retarded! probably yes. then the fish obviously freaked out more and started jumping more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my dad then started scolding her. and now, the fish gets scared at EVERY LITTLE THING. like when someone off the lights or walk pass the tank in a faster pace, it starts jumping like mad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and she still act dumb. once she walked pass the tank then the fish started jumping. then she look at my dad and say 'why the fish like that'. obviously trying to imply it isnt her fault. OMG. CAN DIE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-my mum was having her nap and my dad was hungry and wanted to have bread. he cant speak english well so he told the maid he wanted roti. she didnt understand so he went on explaining 'roti, put kaya and jam' she still didnt understand so my dad said 'nvm i ask mam'(my mum has no-joke attitude to her) then she immediately 'wait sir you want bao? i heat for you'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WTF?! LOLOL. nothing to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay anyway, this post was typed like the day before until i got too tired to continue ranting and i didnt post it up. so happier today. i walked to parkway and did a little selfshopping (fave buy: i finally got myself a hello kitty necklace!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its nice to walk long distances when the weather is perfect, with shades, sun in your skin and breeze in your hair. except that some people are weird enough to taint the perfection. i've had stalkers who stalked me ALL THE WAY to my house. i didnt know until he told me he stalked me from where where where.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'you were walking so far so i decided to park my car and follow you' ..........................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so.. today i wanted to bake and the weather was nice. cooling and the sun isnt too hot. so i left home at bout 4 to go to coldstorage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and just now as i was walking, this man approached me and ask if he could know me and get my number blahblah, the usuals. so i decided to say 'yeah okay, but just so you know, i'm married *smiles*''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he replied 'that's okay. i am too.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.. omg? OMG!!!! he looked so so gentle and all. not someone you see making friends with girls you see walking on the streets while having a wife(and probably a kid/kids) at home! why so many cheaters?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so so so... the night before i was craving to have cupcakes with ALOT of frosting. so i have to satisfy my craving by baking it! and sharing with others:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so here it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;peanutbutter cupcake with buttercream frosting with hundreds and thousands and multicoloured hearts toppings :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/uyD9VidNay-IwUuHGf6jmrkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TXpm3wW6XqI/AAAAAAAADA4/G8gLTBAmJgc/s400/DSC02237.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;spammed it with peanut butter cause PB IS LOVE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/vvyNkrD7XTew-H0a-1wQFLkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TXpnCnko6XI/AAAAAAAADBI/AETpC2K3ymY/s400/DSC02240.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, i bought some REALLY CUTE SNACKS the other day :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/E_NBDWwewxi1DPF3zLCk47kac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TXpmW2x9urI/AAAAAAAADAs/mI-CwYElf_M/s400/DSC02233.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DOUBLE LAYER CHUPACHUPS!!!!!!!! OMG HOW COOL IS THAT?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorry if its everywhere BUT I'VE NEVER SEEN SUCH THINGS BEFORE. i havent tried it yet but my friend said its nice :D omo! shall take a picture of the real thing when i eat it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Mno1y2JWRfsxGt56kBC2Grkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TXpm4N75OvI/AAAAAAAADA8/_wRYgJGObTE/s400/DSC02232.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and whats this? CAPLICO!! i bought chocolate and strawberry. ate the strawberry flavoured one already. super sweet but damn nice. looks super cute also like a huge cone icecream and the cream part is soft&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and ofcourse the super huge bag of HELLO KITTY!! marshmallows!! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy kid. anyway its the holidays now and I AM GLAD i have been giving alot of time to myself as compared to my previous holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sleeping alot, staying home to do the things i like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;previous holidays were like waking up, rushing out. coming home, sleeping for a couple of hours then rushing out again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;busier than school days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh anyway, im quite a believer of horoscopes. i think it's so-darn-accurate sometimes. is it the same as you all? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-4231229156640028450?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/4231229156640028450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=4231229156640028450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/4231229156640028450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/4231229156640028450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2011/03/rants-on-my-maid.html' title='rants on... my maid'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TXpm3wW6XqI/AAAAAAAADA4/G8gLTBAmJgc/s72-c/DSC02237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-4732566390374705205</id><published>2011-03-05T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T23:11:35.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>something tragic has happened and i will only be back after i'm emotionally and mentally ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-4732566390374705205?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/4732566390374705205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=4732566390374705205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/4732566390374705205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/4732566390374705205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2011/03/something-tragic-has-happened-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-1278643274209226364</id><published>2011-03-03T14:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T15:17:39.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello all :D</title><content type='html'>OKAY. so turns out, we didn't camwhore yesterday. lol. in fact, we didn't even take a simple picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am quite unhappy actually. i ALWAYS bring my camera out and no one asks/uses it. then when one day i DECIDE to leave my camera at home, then someone will just 'FELICIA WHERE'S YOUR CAMERA!! FASTER!!' WTH ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so anyway, i met annab yesterday and we decided to go shopping and maybe catch a movie (but didn't in the end) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and somehow annab and i ALWAYS end up so similar it's insane. i like certain food and she likes them too. i dislike some and she dislikes them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i wanted to get white spaghetti top and pink lipstick and it was the exact same things she wanted to get!! how amazing is that. was thinking of whether getting M.A.C's or sephora's. ended up getting sephora's because i figured mac's lipstick was EXTREMELY pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after getting sephora's i regretted because the pink's a little too dark. now i want mac's ._. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's raining like mad now. how to go out?!  it's actually stayover night today but i have event to work tmr! and stayover means not sleeping and i cant afford to look like a zombie while im working. ahhh ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay anyway, before i end this boring post, here's something for you to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Stick and stones may break my bones. But words will never hurt'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha what a confident and optimistic statement huh. but is it really so? i think i'll post up my thoughts in the upcoming post to share my view on this (if i remember).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye all have a nice day! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-1278643274209226364?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/1278643274209226364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=1278643274209226364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/1278643274209226364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/1278643274209226364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2011/03/hello-all-d.html' title='hello all :D'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-7488571355218493899</id><published>2011-03-02T13:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T13:41:26.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When i finally fell asleep.</title><content type='html'>Last night, i was so tired i decided to go to bed at 12+. (i normally only go to bed after 4.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but somehow, despite me feeling the weight of the world on my lids and the pressure in my head, i couldnt seem to fall asleep until about 3+am! ARGH. the feeling was TERRIBLE. i was soooo tired but no matter what i did, i couldnt sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried EVERYTHING. counting sheep, hugging/not hugging bolster. to hug my toys. to get up for a walk for 5 mins. i only managed to fall asleep unknowingly after 3 hours or so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i did, the next thing i know was that i was awake in sweat at 6.03 and every little noise startled me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. i had a nightmare. again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it all went like this. apparently, i was in my room, on my bed and someone was with me (afriend i think) and she went to bed first. so being the owl, i decided to get up and do my stuff before going to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was meditating (yes, sometimes i do that to empty my mind) and she suddenly attacked me. and when i opened my eyes, i realised that the attacker was ME. and not only that, my WHOLE ROOM was filled with my friend (ME!!) and they were ALL ATTACKING ME. or smth like that. WTF you know how scary that was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like seeing yourself attacking yourself!!! and not only you but A LOT of you attacking you!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i opened my eyes, i was well, in sweat. i guess my fight in the dream became real physically. thank god i dont sleep with anyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when i woke up, i closed my eyes back again then to realise i NEED to open them again to check if nothing/NOBODY was in my room. because the setting of my dream was in my room!! exactly! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my maid was already awake outside the leaving room and every sound she made was scaring me. ah. i have NO IDEA why my bad dreams, a.k.a nightmares always happen in my house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last holiday, i had a super scary nightmare that involved a dream IN A DREAM! and it was in my house too. and my room. ahhh. but that was under alcohol influence! but last night i had not one drop of alcohol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not fair!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i shall camwhore today with annabell later. (if she's willing) we're gna go shoppingggg. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye all! im late already roar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-7488571355218493899?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/7488571355218493899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=7488571355218493899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/7488571355218493899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/7488571355218493899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2011/03/when-i-finally-fell-asleep.html' title='When i finally fell asleep.'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-5577207120408921021</id><published>2011-02-26T03:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T03:49:47.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>growing up</title><content type='html'>Here's something i read on the net that i want to share.&lt;br /&gt;remember the times at age 12 or 13, we wished we were 15 or 16. at age 16 we wish we were 18. now at age 18, i wish i'll be 18 forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Lollipops turn into cigarettes. The innocent ones turn into sluts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework goes in the trash. Mobile phones are being used in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detention becomes suspension. Soda becomes vodka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bikes become cars. Kisses turn into sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When protection meant wearing a helmet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the worst things you could get from boys were cooties?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad’s shoulders were the highest place on earth and Mom was your hero?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your worst enemies were your siblings. Race issues were about who ran the fastest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War was only a board game. And the only drug you knew was cough medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees, and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we couldn’t wait to grow up?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Author Unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-5577207120408921021?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/5577207120408921021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=5577207120408921021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/5577207120408921021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/5577207120408921021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2011/02/growing-up.html' title='growing up'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-983300525822158181</id><published>2011-02-23T04:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T04:39:53.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>two down</title><content type='html'>two papers down! two more to go!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had one paper on the 21st from 4-610. on the 24th, i have to sit for another economics paper from 12-1+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHOA INSANE. okay so basically before 21st i have to prepare for my accounting paper. after accounting, i wont study. so i only have TWO days (22 and 23rd) to study for economics. WTH?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IS THAT POSSIBLE. and im sooo tired so i didnt study today (22nd) oh crap. holy shit. what am i gna do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am SO distracted. i can do anything else but to study. i can stay hours in front of the keyb trying to play whatever song i have in mind but my hands cant co-ordinate. (idk why! it's so annoying. i really want to play but my left hand cant!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i keep thinking about guitar, keyboard, bangkok, dive trips, should i go aussie or not and all that crap. i just can't settle!! even when i finally settle down, i tweet and fb and all that. omg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sigh. and now i think i should change my blogskin. i hate it. i know i have been saying this for so long. but i cant find a single blogskin i like! i like it plan (white preferably) and have big fonts. IS IT SO HARD TO FIND ONE? argh. okay 4.30 am now. i should sleep so i can wake up earlier tmr to study! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just to share with you all, my favourite pianist on youtube. he's a pro. and im a stalker. somehow there are instructions to share his score sheets but i can't seem to download them! can someone try and if you succeed, tell me? (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2Ao4ZjDkajs?rel=0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yes. anyway, PLEASE ASK ME ANY QUESTIONS ON MY FORMSPRING. ITS JUST ON THE LEFT OF THIS PAGE &lt;&lt;&lt;&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you! i will answer! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-983300525822158181?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/983300525822158181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=983300525822158181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/983300525822158181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/983300525822158181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2011/02/two-down.html' title='two down'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/2Ao4ZjDkajs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-6747643201965162999</id><published>2011-02-22T02:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T19:06:48.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>embrace yourself</title><content type='html'>"When you are lost in the woods, it sometimes takes you a while to realise that you are lost.  For the longest time, you can convince yourself that you've just wandered a few feet off the path, that you'll find your way back to the trailhead any moment now. then night falls again and again. and you still have no idea where you are. now its time to admit that you have bewildered yourself so far off the path that you don't even know from which direction the sun rises anymore."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so where are you now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-6747643201965162999?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/6747643201965162999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=6747643201965162999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/6747643201965162999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/6747643201965162999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2011/02/when-it-it-finally-dawns-upon.html' title='embrace yourself'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-271529550415037228</id><published>2011-02-20T01:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T01:44:35.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>save me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TyHyObNrFnA/TWABaQiVGpI/AAAAAAAAC_4/mr_g0quxsKI/s1600/dog"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TyHyObNrFnA/TWABaQiVGpI/AAAAAAAAC_4/mr_g0quxsKI/s320/dog" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575457889311857298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really really dont like accounting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-271529550415037228?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/271529550415037228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=271529550415037228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/271529550415037228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/271529550415037228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2011/02/save-me.html' title='save me'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TyHyObNrFnA/TWABaQiVGpI/AAAAAAAAC_4/mr_g0quxsKI/s72-c/dog' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-3384650252771046374</id><published>2011-02-19T03:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T03:57:07.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello exams</title><content type='html'>hello all (: what are you guys doing now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p63F0hZKiVw/TV7M7v2cEHI/AAAAAAAAC_w/-ts_3nAAItc/s320/Image102.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575118715560398962" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats me. i hate accounting and i hate numbers. roar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, just smth to share to all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: Arial, Verdana, Tahoma; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="genericBoldStyle" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, Tahoma; font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: Arial, Verdana, Tahoma; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="genericBoldStyle" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, Tahoma; font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); "&gt;Incredible but true:&lt;/span&gt; There was once a dog that was so loyal to his master that when his master died the dog never left the gravesite. He would only go to get food, and return it to the grave so that they could have lunch together like they had always done. The dog spent the rest of his days there, and when he died, he was buried next to his master. (Awwwwww.....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: Arial, Verdana, Tahoma; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: Arial, Verdana, Tahoma; font-size: 13px; "&gt;talk about loyalty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: Arial, Verdana, Tahoma; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: Arial, Verdana, Tahoma; font-size: 13px; "&gt;anw, i there this random person called Michelle on my msn leecaifeng@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: Arial, Verdana, Tahoma; font-size: 13px; "&gt;'she added me a few years back and some of my friends were her friends too (on msn)' then we were saying that 'shes' acty a made up identity. like srsly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: Arial, Verdana, Tahoma; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: Arial, Verdana, Tahoma; font-size: 13px; "&gt;everytime she talks to me on msn shes asking about female-related stuff. like period, sexual experiences, lingerie-related stuff. WTF?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: Arial, Verdana, Tahoma; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: Arial, Verdana, Tahoma; font-size: 13px; "&gt;hello you girl also right. when i was p6 she said she was p4. so okay fine she doesnt know anything. THEN i switched  msn account then she added me agn. i have no idea how she knows my new email. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: Arial, Verdana, Tahoma; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: Arial, Verdana, Tahoma; font-size: 13px; "&gt;so now she started asking me about more grownup question. and somehow this identity is created very well because the age is still 2 years younger than me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: Arial, Verdana, Tahoma; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: Arial, Verdana, Tahoma; font-size: 13px; "&gt;i dont delete 'her' away cause i like laughing at her and making fun of her sometimes. anyway she talked to me just now and here's the convo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: Arial, Verdana, Tahoma; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, Tahoma; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;MiCheLLe says (2:51 AM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*hey....ask u smth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); "&gt;Felicia says (2:52 AM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); "&gt;*?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;MiCheLLe says (2:52 AM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*how often do u like puton g-string?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*put on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); "&gt;Felicia says (2:52 AM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); "&gt;*...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); "&gt;*go google&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;MiCheLLe says (2:53 AM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*i mean how often do wear g-string?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); "&gt;Felicia says (2:53 AM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); "&gt;*go google la&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); "&gt;*LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;MiCheLLe says (2:53 AM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*this thing can google de meh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); "&gt;Felicia says (2:53 AM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); "&gt;*can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;MiCheLLe says (2:54 AM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); "&gt;*** purple for 'her' cause 'shes' gay :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); "&gt;HAHAHHA WTF. stupid. how often do i wear gstring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); "&gt;EH ASK YOUR MAMA LAH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe i should blog everytime she talks to me and post up her silly questions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the last time she was asking me if she should have sex with her boyf. I DONT EVEN KNOW YOU. WHY SHOULD I CARE? GO HAVE SEX WITH A BANGLAH ALL YOU WANT AND MAKE A VID AND POST IT ON YOUTUBE!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cool, maybe i'll start replying you nicely after that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HEH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh i had supper with my dad just now at pasirris and WHOA their duck noodles there DAMN NICE. some random kopi tiam near ehub thr. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-3384650252771046374?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/3384650252771046374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=3384650252771046374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/3384650252771046374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/3384650252771046374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2011/02/hello-exams.html' title='hello exams'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p63F0hZKiVw/TV7M7v2cEHI/AAAAAAAAC_w/-ts_3nAAItc/s72-c/Image102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-5217886598531272920</id><published>2011-02-15T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T23:11:58.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One down</title><content type='html'>Three more to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOB was quick. finished the paper early and went for dinner/mini shopping with FAV. went to toys r' us AND BUBBLES WERE SOLD OUT~!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i was quite sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i finally went back there to get bubbles, i cant get anymore ):. how saddddddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niway! cheered myself up with redmango and fruity pebbles (: nicenice. and shopped a little bit before going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i reached home, i saw lucky laying on the floor. she was having seizure. i immediately dropping all my bags on the floor and picked her up. omg it's happening increasingly often and i have no idea what to do. i brought her to the vet 2 months ago and they said they couldnt do anything as chihuahua's would get seizures and their hearts would weaken when they get older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extremely saddening to see her like that. but shes still ver happy and when i bring her down, i cut the distance we normally walk. she's still very active unless shes having seizure. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it breaks my heart so much to see her like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay enough with the depressing issues. here's a vid i would like to share with all of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wlG7SMsNbc0?rel=0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-5217886598531272920?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/5217886598531272920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=5217886598531272920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/5217886598531272920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/5217886598531272920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2011/02/one-down.html' title='One down'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wlG7SMsNbc0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-1006036575037349700</id><published>2011-02-14T00:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T02:18:45.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUBBLES</title><content type='html'>HAPPY CNY TO ALL! i have put on ONE WHOLE KILOGRAM after the first five days. WTH! and cny is not even over yet!!! to add to the WEIGHT, a few days ago my parents had to pray to ti gong (sky god) and we bought ALOT more food! then i love the muah chee candy(pink and white one) and peanut cake! ADDICTIVE!! not cool to put on weight like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT ONLY THAT I CLEARED MY HOUSE BAGUA!!!! HOWWW!! OMG BBQ PORK I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. but this year was extremely overpriced 63$/kg right! and day 4, my house was open and SO MANY PEOPLE CAME. how did 5 days of holiday fly by so quickly? it's not possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANW, four days later, thursday, was our unofficial last day of freshmen year in sp, i bought bubbles to play with FAV! we went suntec to get bikinis, lunch, talk, grow fat and camwhore with bubbles! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/KPq6sGGzeCA4eh9DTisDqrkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TVgVriGZ_SI/AAAAAAAAC-c/QInH4pvsD8Q/s400/DSC02148.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA SORRY FOR THE FACE. was exhausted from the whole CNY period and obvious-lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/D9Yg1mtSNuE2t8S7gkNSOLkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TVgVtQ_S4VI/AAAAAAAAC-g/3VNu1-qjq8E/s400/DSC02151.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE I TAKE PICTURE FOR THEM SO CHIO RIGHT? idk why they always anyhow take one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/6c92cGCzqdlM3VmO81LF_Lkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TVgVvbsZkHI/AAAAAAAAC-k/q6Gb9fbZ0Xk/s400/DSC02164.JPG" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I BLOW BLOW BARBLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/tFnfIuRQuUdrllp63zo0ybkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TVgVw0vNMbI/AAAAAAAAC-o/TwRjgcFqnSs/s400/DSC02174.JPG" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/kDbf78FygNDvQ6nVSPeRl7kac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TVgVytzWTMI/AAAAAAAAC-s/SAi75QX5VzU/s400/DSC02176.JPG" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/07JQvBgbTa8KMtoCNAq6zLkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TVgV0TpPG1I/AAAAAAAAC-w/q-gTdQHgZXQ/s400/DSC02185.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE SEE THE TODDLER BEHIND SO CUTE RIGHT. her name is Amara. we were playing with bubbles then she got curious and FEARLESSLY came forward to us slowly! she damn smart. cause SHE KNOWS SHES DAMN CUTE THEN WE WILL PLAY WITH HER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/UDDCzNeVN8zilOOx_G6_5Lkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TVgV3XcO99I/AAAAAAAAC-4/_H8JVFW88_0/s400/DSC02192.JPG" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO ADORABLE RIGHT? OMGOMGOMG. MUST.GET.ANG.MO.HUBBY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/0eiDyxkiMJYBu3fwSQiYNLkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TVgV5OqThNI/AAAAAAAAC-8/YDeNXdX0BBc/s400/DSC02195.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the best thing was SHE WILL POSE FOR US! she will LOOK directly into the camera and stare at it until we take the picture. CUTE OR NOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/SARjgPVw0CrhumnAGwxhw7kac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TVgV6ibmbII/AAAAAAAAC_A/8bf60gLQ314/s400/DSC02196.JPG" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE! i told you right, RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then later theres this cleaner who came and wanted to play with amara but she got scared and started crying so i had to return her to her parents. THEN we three had our honeymoon time back and decided to camwhore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/FahK3HBJvXohf70M5RMaFrkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TVgV8EwRsII/AAAAAAAAC_E/Bc5spYzb6Og/s400/DSC02201.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/OSRDjYJf-6E1nblhQ_BhJ7kac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TVgV9luJWFI/AAAAAAAAC_M/iCce8GfkLhE/s400/DSC02207.JPG" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/UUzzmgnOcnHYuDN6nTPaVrkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TVgV-zS5XGI/AAAAAAAAC_Q/tdkTjLlqaCY/s400/DSC02208.JPG" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/V8zW_LUyn0q-ETw_UfIz1rkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TVgWASP4FzI/AAAAAAAAC_U/rLrFvAqhRvc/s400/DSC02209.JPG" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/_sZ3wkvmK1NTZ8DMc4bLRLkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TVgWBZlfpII/AAAAAAAAC_Y/inqM6qO4rO4/s400/DSC02211.JPG" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA THREE OF US DAMN UGLY HERE BUT I LIKE THIS PICTURE!!! YOU SEE ANNABELL'S FACE!!! THEN VALVAL'S FACE!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay then after a while we went back in then toilet. I TELLYOU, I GOT SO UPSET CAUSE SOMEONE STOLE MY BUBBLE. you all might but believe me BUT ITS TRUE! we were at the toilet then annabell left my bubble on the ledge of the sink. the toilet was EMPTY except us, the cleaner and another girl. when the girl left, i saw her wearing chiffon tube without bra. AND I COULD SEE HER NIPPLE COLOUR/SHAPE/EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i kpo and was like 'OMG DID YOU SEE?!'. so they, being MORE KPO than me, decided to rush out to see the girl's nipples while i remain in the toilet a while more to hiao in front of the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE minutes later, i left the toilet and we were at the atm waiting for annabell to draw money. it was then i found out I LEFT THE BUBBLE IN THE TOILET!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont say i kiasu or what okay but i like my bubble alot! its PINK bottle and i had to wait DAMN LONG to get it CAUSE I CANT FIND. you all have NO IDEA how happy i was when i bought my precious bubble! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO i rushed back to the toilet and IT WASNT ON THE LEDGE ANYMORE!!! the toilet only had THREE cubicles. so small leh! how to lost! then i ask the cleaner if she saw it (it was in a plastic bag) THEN SHE SAY NO AND JUST WALKED OFF. WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE TOILET EMPTY + I ONLY LEFT LIKE 5 MINS. HOW TO LOST? SURE U TAKE LAH. HIDE IN YOUR BRA OR WHAT THEN WANT GIVE YOUR KIDS OR SMTH RIGHT. CFM. I SUPER UPSET. I CHECKED EVERY CUBICLE AND ALL. GONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i left the toilet with my two girls and started ranting to them and it didnt stop until i left them to go to esplanade to have a mini fun shoot (which supposedly to have BUBBLES in the pictures). i swear they were very irritated by me. BUT IDC! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya so anyway, i will leave the shoot pictures for another post! BUT HOW CAN SOMEONE JUST LIE IN MY FACE AND SAY SHE DIDNT TAKE MY BUBBLES? EVEN IF SHE THROW OR WHAT JUST GIVE ME BACK LAH!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid cheapo dishonest chao ahneh cleaner!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HINTTTT: I WISH SOMEONE WILL HELP ME BUY BUBBLE!!!!! PINK ONE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-1006036575037349700?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/1006036575037349700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=1006036575037349700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/1006036575037349700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/1006036575037349700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2011/02/bubbles.html' title='BUBBLES'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TVgVriGZ_SI/AAAAAAAAC-c/QInH4pvsD8Q/s72-c/DSC02148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-5927740554837116986</id><published>2011-02-09T20:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T21:29:01.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how i got fat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/f0dusrvcIp4selR_F_uT1bkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TVKOCpr17ZI/AAAAAAAAC84/sm7Daywd4_o/s400/DSC02109.JPG" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/weoGt_liuqkPHKkehnNJorkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TVKOAjcXXOI/AAAAAAAAC80/5VOJPSbo_iY/s400/DSC02099.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/VbWyMc9oti1RZlhQLES8SLkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TVKN_IAdf9I/AAAAAAAAC8w/1p4RSFZycX4/s400/DSC02096.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/bgYPL-XIQ09lnmQ038Z4Rbkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TVKN94qsQ3I/AAAAAAAAC8s/TA2pGmLFbQ4/s400/DSC02088.JPG" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from normal meals to high teas to snacks to shopping to fingerfood.. WALAO HOW TO NOT FAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch my diet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-5927740554837116986?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/5927740554837116986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=5927740554837116986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/5927740554837116986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/5927740554837116986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2011/02/how-i-got-fat.html' title='how i got fat'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TVKOCpr17ZI/AAAAAAAAC84/sm7Daywd4_o/s72-c/DSC02109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-5717517076385607019</id><published>2011-02-08T16:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T22:13:22.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in the dark</title><content type='html'>you know when people are really happy with their partners when they emit a certain kind of radiance.&lt;br /&gt;wonders of love?&lt;br /&gt;quite a number of people around me now emit that certain thing. it's really amazing to see how their skin really.. glows and how their smiles reminds me of how happiness really was back in the childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the feeling when you hug someone and have the warm fuzzy feeling deep in your heart and not want to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i have a paper on the 15th ^$*&amp;amp;#^*@*&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god im single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy early vday everyone (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-5717517076385607019?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/5717517076385607019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=5717517076385607019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really need attendence for stats but i wont make it in time either. not only that, class this week is almost as good as not going to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams are coming and next week is study week. i shall study and not go for any shoots or whatsoever. and since cny is over, i shall stop procrastinating and start losing weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so upcoming plans for the next couple of weeks&lt;br /&gt;-lose weight&lt;br /&gt;-study for upcoming exams&lt;br /&gt;-exams&lt;br /&gt;-lose weight&lt;br /&gt;-work formore events&lt;br /&gt;-pack room&lt;br /&gt;-lose weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. so now i shall go eat first!&lt;br /&gt;LOL bye all!&lt;br /&gt;-spend more time with lucky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-2980229005771569889?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-8105902748425442411</id><published>2011-02-07T15:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T16:00:23.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>turn away</title><content type='html'>CHINESE NEW YEAR HAS BEEN A BLAST.&lt;br /&gt;friends alcohol money eat family eat gamble eat friends drink eat alcohol sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how did 5 days end so quickly?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-8105902748425442411?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/8105902748425442411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>okay so for those who know, i actually have a module called human disease. veryvery interesting actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well okay ever since the start of the module, annab and i have been going around telling others how to PREVENT cancer and heart disease. hahaha. love that module so much.&lt;br /&gt;it's extremely interesting and we get to watch people get operated on.(i dont watch the videos tho).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, just now a friend of mine asked me to drop by a bbq later. and instantly i thought ERRR NO THANKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because did you know having 2hours of bbq is equivalent to smoking 25,000 cigs?!&lt;br /&gt;and they say smoking is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you constantly go for bbq food, i think must as well smoke right!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no, it's not about the burnt skin of chicken wings or satays. it's the whole idea of BBQing itself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay im not a health freak. but srsly 25000 cigs is like 2500 packets of cigs! and people complain about passive smoking when each chalet we go, we bbq for 2 nights. INSANE NOT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k so right now im cutting bbq events for a while until i get over this fact.&lt;br /&gt;(once i watched a show about dumplings. they put foetus meat into dumplings and the dumlings have a crunch sound to it everytime they eat. after that i gave up eating my favourite fishballs cause they have the exact same sound when i chew on them! ITS DAMN DISGUSTING. it's like you're eating foetusssss. zomg)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k must keep fit soon. AFT CNY AND EXAMS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-514942051983246667?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/514942051983246667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=514942051983246667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/514942051983246667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/514942051983246667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2011/01/bbq.html' title='BBQ,'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-9114854713896755016</id><published>2011-01-27T01:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T15:48:50.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello you</title><content type='html'>im quite drunk now and i shall blog a short one while i wait for my hair to dry.&lt;br /&gt;few pointers to note.&lt;br /&gt;-i have a test tmr and i just found out about it. im doomed.&lt;br /&gt;-i have no idea where are the notes.&lt;br /&gt;-i pooled today&lt;br /&gt;-received a rose.&lt;br /&gt;-and got drenched in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long day isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;the rain was heavy and we got drenched. it was fun. and unglam. (: but srsly, who cares?&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired and i hope you'll do what you said you would tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;im so secretive it's annoying, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gna go school wirh curly hair tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers- and yes i edited this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-9114854713896755016?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/9114854713896755016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=9114854713896755016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/9114854713896755016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/9114854713896755016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2011/01/hello-you.html' title='hello you'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-5148758409599547308</id><published>2011-01-24T01:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T01:52:18.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>equality of sexes?</title><content type='html'>they all say that in today's society, there is the equality of sexes. both males and females are treated equally and are seen of equal status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but is it really the case? i honestly doubt so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this blog post is from the post before that got me writing about this. i got this from somewhere, i dont remember if its a book/show or somthing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it goes something like this.&lt;br /&gt;Girls can dress up as guys. We can wear work pants, we can wear boyfriend shirts and even boots. we will be treated the same as others but why is it that when guys are different? if you ever see a guy wearing a female's clothe design or even something femine, he will be deemed as 'gay'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it because it is a disgrace to wear female's clothes? or is it degrading? i dont understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;guys with long hair -- weird.&lt;br /&gt;girls with short hair. fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys eating banana. oh guy eating banana, guy eating fruit.&lt;br /&gt;girls eating banana. gets laughed at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so is it really true that we are living in a society that both sexes are seen upon as equal status?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's just take another example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;managers. it is normal to see a male in a large company with a high rank like director. but seeing a female as a director, others would go WOW.&lt;br /&gt;females are 'supposed' to cook/take care of children/do house chores and not seen as professionals as males.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if a guy doesnt do smth and pisses his friends off, he'll be made fun of and probably be called a 'girl' okay so not only the guy but FEMALES get insulted too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, we all receive the same amount of education but yet respect and equality for females? i dont think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and honestly, as a girl myself, i think there are many times i feel very disrespected by males and i think im not the only one around here who feels this way. there isnt a 'who is supposed to be howhowhow' but more like 'everyone can be anyone they want.' be it a male or a female.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-5148758409599547308?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/5148758409599547308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=5148758409599547308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/5148758409599547308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/5148758409599547308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2011/01/equality-of-sexes.html' title='equality of sexes?'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-8735025294401775391</id><published>2011-01-21T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T00:32:33.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rantttt for the day.</title><content type='html'>okay today's the first day i got half angry(it's damn difficult to piss me off) since the start of 2011.&lt;br /&gt;but it's a mix of happy and angry day. so i think since my blog's alr dying i shall just blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo day starts off like this, billy woke me and i managed to go to school on time on thursday! (WOOHOOOOO, i havent been to thursday classes for like ... forever) so i met FAV and went up to accounts class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's kind of weird cause i havent been in accounts class (only once a week on thurdays) for damn long. and the tcher even asked 'is there a felicia in this class'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, aft school supposed to meet a friend then he made me wait got 45 mins and when i called him, he hasnt even left school. i instantly felt pissed off so i went to meet N and J instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glad i met them as ITS BEEN SO LONGGGG. went home. ate, bathed, tved, family time. then got veryyyy tired so i decided to keyboard. a few texts here and there made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN i got back to my laptop and started to read twitter. apparently, two guys were making fun of me because they saw me ate a banana in school today. SERIOUSLY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i eat fruits in school every other day. i had papaya and banana today. and now they're making fun of me cause i ate banana. i honestly feel bullied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;normally, i would just laugh it off but i think im pms-ing which makes me feel so down and sad and whatever negative feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, there are friends arnd me who are sooo sweet that are comforting me now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT REALLY, where's the respect that guys should have for girls. not everything we do/wear/say is related to whatever they're thinking!&lt;br /&gt;so eating a banana is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then how about a pushpop? ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's already poly. hi, grow up please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i also have to admit my sadness and anger today are fueled by my moodswings. but ITS TRUE RIGHT?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-8735025294401775391?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/8735025294401775391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=8735025294401775391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/8735025294401775391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/8735025294401775391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2011/01/rantttt-for-day.html' title='rantttt for the day.'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-6081467431524948561</id><published>2011-01-20T13:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T13:31:54.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today, i went for my accounts tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;at least my tutor doesnt judge me from skipping too many classes. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-6081467431524948561?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/6081467431524948561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=6081467431524948561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/6081467431524948561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/6081467431524948561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2011/01/today-i-went-for-my-accounts-tutorial.html' title=''/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-5161987516067411268</id><published>2011-01-20T00:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T00:14:06.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TTcNMQcTJ6I/AAAAAAAAC7I/OE-sT0JlFv8/s1600/tumblr_lf4em1pKdG1qd50u4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TTcNMQcTJ6I/AAAAAAAAC7I/OE-sT0JlFv8/s320/tumblr_lf4em1pKdG1qd50u4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563930368862791586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-5161987516067411268?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/5161987516067411268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=5161987516067411268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/5161987516067411268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/5161987516067411268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2011/01/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TTcNMQcTJ6I/AAAAAAAAC7I/OE-sT0JlFv8/s72-c/tumblr_lf4em1pKdG1qd50u4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-111967760260478731</id><published>2011-01-15T01:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T02:17:55.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun night out</title><content type='html'>okay another night out with the awesomes.&lt;br /&gt;gabriel and tim later came to join us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/30ggyBNA7P3O5zEttLSuorkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TTCLqStZR3I/AAAAAAAAC64/OQ3Qmdd_QUE/s400/edited-DSC02029.jpg" width="400" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all started because we had nothing to do that night so we all just met and sheesha-ed&lt;br /&gt;my date for the night(you will see why later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/1_T8CzXD35p5DEcFN_-8Xrkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TTCLhaijmlI/AAAAAAAAC6c/4uyTmo4nMrs/s400/edited-DSC01948.jpg" width="300" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/4l2fFBlhp2uAsOi-xKMko7kac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TTCLmgNJB1I/AAAAAAAAC6s/5fwlznlR3xQ/s400/edited-DSC01999.jpg" width="400" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we started with alcohol and all while we waited for all to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;we were making alot of noise and the pubs were having live music and people were dancing.&lt;br /&gt;we had food, drinks and we tried to make alpin drink alot.(failed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/RMnTzw9fgJbS4BzGD_nds7kac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TRZIivDbbGI/AAAAAAAAC5c/T6SHnYuwB2U/s400/DSC01852.JPG" width="300" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE this is how red he can get!&lt;br /&gt;but we only managed to make him drink a little cause we was having a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ZDwGUfEcyWuaexqchijIvbkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TTCLil1MM3I/AAAAAAAAC6g/ScwtLDDuq5I/s400/editedDSC01963.jpg" width="400" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alpin and i. and probably someone purposely blowing smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/mXKaanRb2ALoQL5N-XpaQ7kac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TTCLj6X7L6I/AAAAAAAAC6k/VGfdQXpT4Ig/s400/editedDSC01979.jpg" width="300" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gatti and i. i think i was trying the 'innocent look' thing but obviously failed miserably. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/nhkTRZvfKTJ09kFExZDxGrkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TTCLfjRn5pI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/org4FUxt3tY/s400/editedDSC01938.jpg" width="400" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/bM0aY2PFNjXy8nEhBDq-7bkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TTCLr1-ocaI/AAAAAAAAC7A/hTVJarwWzbc/s400/editedDSC02031.jpg" width="300" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chan and i, before and after alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH WHY I DRINK A LITTLE AND MY FACE GET DAMN RED AH?!&lt;br /&gt;it's super ugly and people will always go 'are you drunk?' 'are you okay?' it's super embarrassing sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;then people will laugh and all that. is there like any ways to make yourself not so red?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not only my face but my BODY also gets red you know! it's extremely ridiculous. my younger brother calls me red indian when i drink then laughs at me. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k anyway why eunice was my date for the night was because she got drunk and pounced on me so i totally took advantage of her :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/mdZT4hRs2TTpCSo5jo-Xvrkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TTCLpL-tWII/AAAAAAAAC60/AfnFuIZw2rg/s400/editedDSC02021.jpg" width="400" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look so happy in this picture *winks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/lwKNXhGsv5bfsJQxih0QKbkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TTCLtEiaTkI/AAAAAAAAC7E/WVy6suyp4uI/s400/editedDSC02054.jpg" width="300" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's the other way round.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-111967760260478731?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/111967760260478731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=111967760260478731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/111967760260478731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/111967760260478731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2011/01/fun-night-out.html' title='Fun night out'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TTCLqStZR3I/AAAAAAAAC64/OQ3Qmdd_QUE/s72-c/edited-DSC02029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-1707016217943397675</id><published>2011-01-07T13:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T14:13:53.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 january</title><content type='html'>today someone asked me what's my age.&lt;br /&gt;i said 17. EH NO 18!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ystd was my birthday and i it's such a happy day :D&lt;br /&gt;i didn't have any celebration or whatsoever because in my opinion, birthday is KIND OF just another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the 5th, pooled then had a friend called me with intention to countdown to my birthday ^^ SO SWEET RIGHT HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the usual calls, texts and all that. at 1.11(it was intentional), another friend called me to wish me happy birthday and came down to give me gifts. we chatted, laughed and cried tgt in an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2+ sleep. cldnt wake for school. i was awoken my the barks of my dogs. a delivery man came and someone bought flowers for me. SO SWEET ZOMG :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out to meet the girls. i thought it was just a normal dinner like all our birthday dinners. but i had 2 surprises :D A came down afterwards to meet us. THEN K APPEARED. OMG SO HAPPY. we ate so much so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went home a happy girl. :D even mozzie decided to give me presents. hehehhe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TSauvwrz16I/AAAAAAAAC6E/eJYVIK_govE/s1600/DSC02080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TSauvwrz16I/AAAAAAAAC6E/eJYVIK_govE/s320/DSC02080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559322925581195170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-1707016217943397675?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/1707016217943397675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=1707016217943397675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/1707016217943397675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/1707016217943397675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2011/01/6-january.html' title='6 january'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TSauvwrz16I/AAAAAAAAC6E/eJYVIK_govE/s72-c/DSC02080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-8112506694647417179</id><published>2011-01-03T23:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T23:09:19.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>erm hi, it's KINDA like the time to man up.</title><content type='html'>i hate those guys on fb/msn and all that that go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'can i have your number?'&lt;br /&gt;'nope'&lt;br /&gt;'why )))):'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF HELLO DO I CARE IF YOU ARE SAD OR NOT?&lt;br /&gt;AND ARE YOU SUCH A PUSSY TO GIVE A SAD FACE CAUSE YOU DONT GET ANOTHER NUMBER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pathetic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-8112506694647417179?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/8112506694647417179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=8112506694647417179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/8112506694647417179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/8112506694647417179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2011/01/erm-hi-its-kinda-like-time-to-man-up.html' title='erm hi, it&apos;s KINDA like the time to man up.'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-7638920834126090950</id><published>2011-01-03T15:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T15:24:42.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>First day of schoollll. 3 hours of sleep cause of chan and billy. (haha im pushing the blame)&lt;br /&gt;i'm in school now and here's to all of youuuu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TSF4xAt9H5I/AAAAAAAAC58/6SryzwHA5-Q/s1600/Image97.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TSF4xAt9H5I/AAAAAAAAC58/6SryzwHA5-Q/s320/Image97.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557856198553575314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy new year :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a new year, a new life. i know i look damn shacked in this pic. my life's insane now.&lt;br /&gt;when i wake, i rushhhh out and reach home only probably in the morning and sleep when people wake or have lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bodyclock's officially screwed. ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, pictures up another day. (: love y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing offff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-7638920834126090950?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/7638920834126090950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=7638920834126090950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/7638920834126090950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/7638920834126090950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TSF4xAt9H5I/AAAAAAAAC58/6SryzwHA5-Q/s72-c/Image97.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-7034559007015311065</id><published>2010-12-26T03:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T03:54:30.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>okay so christmas is a festive season. so it's supposed to be happy, duh.&lt;br /&gt;every year, christmas has been happy and filled with laughter for me and people around me. however this year, things are a little different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ the party i was at, some things happened. erm, yes no doubt the party was fun and we laughed alot but a little alcohol made things messy.&lt;br /&gt;also, looking at twitter and facebook, there were more angry people and people feeling insecure and all with their boyfriends on christmas. why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah idkkk. okay honestly, as i grow, i feel that christmas is losing that 'special' feeling. maybe it's because we dont need a reason to party, have fun and receive presents anymore. christmas is just like another day where all gather to drink and have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighttttt, so on xmas eve, i decided to drop by kenneth's place for countdown. he told me it's gna end at 1-2. but ended up, we only started drinking at 1130. .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i ended up not going home at all. crap. so anyways when i reached, i didnt know a whole bunch of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went in the room and saw a group of people and only two of which i knew.&lt;br /&gt;one of them was ah chuan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/1Wqcy7Y3mCLedYzX_gx0O7kac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TRZIocnqV0I/AAAAAAAAC5s/gzlOVVi8BCY/s400/DSC01897.JPG" width="400" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i know this ass for like.. half of my life. seriously. he disappears for a few years then i see him again at kenneth's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a while a few others came and the room couldnt have all of us in there at once so some of us decided to go up to the balcony to chitchat/smoke/whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went with them, again, only knowing the host. after a while we talked and everything and only maybe a couple of hours later then we introduced ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/jqaFgssjWN5vLj1R19hVpbkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TRZIheUWicI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/1BQ15fWgDOo/s400/DSC01850.JPG" width="400" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girls. okay + 1 guy.&lt;br /&gt;i know we all look like crap in this picture. alcohol + night + limited picture there wasnt a real decent picture okayyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/5c2FcoOItEbXUNfo2q5_Mrkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TRZIld_GYUI/AAAAAAAAC5k/4bkLFzzOTrQ/s400/DSC01870.JPG" width="400" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of the boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/pg6zNHU6lZBJE-L6CWtqzrkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TRZIm7xi0MI/AAAAAAAAC5o/pnY-MzIUOOk/s400/DSC01873.JPG" width="400" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me being super extra in the picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh after that i called alpin and yangyi over. and this was how alpin looked like after two cups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/RMnTzw9fgJbS4BzGD_nds7kac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TRZIivDbbGI/AAAAAAAAC5c/T6SHnYuwB2U/s400/DSC01852.JPG" width="300" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lobster alpinoy! HAHAHA DAMN CUTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/CiUVW0K3OyJv83MPYRzX_Lkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TRZIkABsUnI/AAAAAAAAC5g/__h3MOhVbKE/s400/DSC01868.JPG" width="300" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;host and alpin. i swear that in this picture they look like brothers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/brHI8jqllj3xN5BB04oGS7kac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TRZIpgunwUI/AAAAAAAAC5w/Ef2fDGwjppQ/s400/DSC01903.JPG" width="300" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;irene. shes damn cute and nice lah! like super adorable kind. and she was telling me that she used to be rlyrly fat like BOOMZ kind. about 16 kg heavier than now. i forgot to ask if she has stretch marks or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/3DOhNTCIiY0aN59d8pC5nLkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TRZIrr7-bNI/AAAAAAAAC50/H2SBr9uEGcY/s400/DSC01917.JPG" width="300" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gatti. yes a guy. look like butch right! at this point he was saying 'you look damn red' LOL HES REDDER THAN ME LAH WTF.&lt;br /&gt;and these two pictures are taken like at about 7am! mad not and we dont look shacked right. power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay im gna go force myself and sleep cause i have bbq tmr! pictures k! the rest of the pictures are in fb! theres like tons of webcam pics that havent been uploaded!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-7034559007015311065?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/7034559007015311065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=7034559007015311065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/7034559007015311065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/7034559007015311065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TRZIocnqV0I/AAAAAAAAC5s/gzlOVVi8BCY/s72-c/DSC01897.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-4145306758707248457</id><published>2010-12-24T18:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T19:51:34.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24th (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TRR2OT7FkSI/AAAAAAAAC44/PR_BN5qaAcA/s1600/miley.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TRR2OT7FkSI/AAAAAAAAC44/PR_BN5qaAcA/s320/miley.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554194228693012770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miley Cyrus made a last minute fashion choice at the AMAs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay saw this somewhr and decided to post it up here.&lt;br /&gt;hahha i srsly feel damn sad for her. sigh &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, xmas is here again! ZOMG CAN I SAY AGAIN?&lt;br /&gt;2010 WENT BY SO QUICKLY.&lt;br /&gt;now i'm gna go prep for later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall MIA for a while (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TRSJFAPwC4I/AAAAAAAAC5A/WRwdjwYf3Qg/s1600/Image95.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TRSJFAPwC4I/AAAAAAAAC5A/WRwdjwYf3Qg/s320/Image95.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554214959513078658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-4145306758707248457?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/4145306758707248457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=4145306758707248457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/4145306758707248457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/4145306758707248457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2010/12/24th.html' title='24th (:'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TRR2OT7FkSI/AAAAAAAAC44/PR_BN5qaAcA/s72-c/miley.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-4879691221596242623</id><published>2010-12-23T17:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T17:49:36.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm reaching menopause?</title><content type='html'>i've been feeling extremely tired and my muscle and joints feel sore and aches a little. i have no idea what's going on so i decided to google.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i got a few results on women who are reaching menopausal years faces such problems..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH no wonder everybody always say they are old when they feel aches around their bodies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-4879691221596242623?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/4879691221596242623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=4879691221596242623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/4879691221596242623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/4879691221596242623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-reaching-menopause.html' title='i&apos;m reaching menopause?'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-1921362118572116914</id><published>2010-12-19T03:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T03:42:07.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What i've been up to</title><content type='html'>HI GUYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the -obviously- lack of updates! I'VE BEEN BUSY ^^&lt;br /&gt;i've met up with quite a few of my 'wanting to meet up' friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was my previous list of TO-DOs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- going back to exercising. includes jogging every other night, swimming and if possible, gym classes with NANA NG :D&lt;br /&gt;- to pack my room to get rid of the 3 shelves and customise a table there. sigh, plans since january. oh and paint my room.&lt;br /&gt;- religiously practising keyboard and learn a ton of songs since i have no more school for the next couple of weeks&lt;br /&gt;-  meet up with people and go for outings. a few of which are &lt;s&gt;divers,  benny&lt;/s&gt;, nanang, keling, chenghui blahblah. and all that, you get it.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;s&gt;pack closet&lt;/s&gt; HALF DONE (i separated it from *packroom* cause it's a whole world itself. wtf i cant even separate hangers properly now. )&lt;br /&gt;-blog more often&lt;br /&gt;-shop and spend time with mummy more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay obviously not alot completed. i've been shopping again (sigh), tanned, shisha-ed, met up with FAV for another time, Divers a few times, jb, barrage, xuan, ws, wp, billy, alpin, benny, shoot, pooled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate at alot of my used-to-go-to supper places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm not bad. did catch up quite alot but obviously am worn out already.&lt;br /&gt;I MUST NOT WASTE MY HOLIDAYS AWAYYYY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, pictures!&lt;br /&gt;here's only some. there's alot more to be uploaded. haha honestly, the only pictures i have is  only those when im out with divers cause they camwhore like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Ba9YfbyrClgao_wcc33F3Lkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TQ0MIqQL3RI/AAAAAAAAC4I/GhX4Tk_VyBM/s400/barrage.jpg" width="400" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/64skgRS1wUkY9CbNJdHMibkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TQ0MJRLXMjI/AAAAAAAAC4M/4jDsaKbifF8/s400/barrage1.jpg" width="400" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA SEEE DOUBLE EYE LIDS APPEARING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/NtNFOVJqc__NGdHFUogcY7kac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TQ0MJxwPOXI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/6iQNQwCLTpw/s400/barrage2.jpg" width="400" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/RCOzsbITGJ166iEsQQH-uLkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TQ0MKtJtYLI/AAAAAAAAC4U/k9q1T3D45gc/s400/barrage3.jpg" width="400" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/7_pdNyXQwSgaHwrF1AoDvrkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TQ0MLGO_t8I/AAAAAAAAC4Y/7vWhMyXwCIc/s400/barrage4.jpg" width="400" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/pA4_eA-HbPVe9oB2Vn-h5rkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TQ0MLr0vbDI/AAAAAAAAC4c/o3TqRD1wiEo/s400/barrage5.jpg" width="400" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/VKhLhrb6w6XcMj2vdBjGqbkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TQ0MMn9t9eI/AAAAAAAAC4k/UidASm6HAB0/s400/barrage7.jpg" width="400" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we look like turtles right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/xnk-H6I3p9RtSFyDXBTD8Lkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TQ0MNBJrjmI/AAAAAAAAC4o/rAXyPlmnO8w/s400/barrage8.jpg" width="400" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/PG6PQcbpcwf0HCM_fNX2B7kac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TQ0MNrwCiCI/AAAAAAAAC4s/h-KaFFDXKPA/s400/barrage9.jpg" width="400" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/bw7IBTNauuUsvq54N83Bnbkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TQ0MNwKmGSI/AAAAAAAAC4w/0ZJWBJx2fkI/s400/barrage10.jpg" width="400" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super eyebags. lack of sleep. my body clock's srsly screwed alr. i wake at like 4pm now. wtf. sleep at about 5am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/_PGvJ7ZxHKqj-YixkGUOZ7kac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TQ0MOYPBBTI/AAAAAAAAC40/8FLww-XBlHk/s400/barrage11.jpg" width="400" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPER LOVING RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;cause adam and rae keep PDA-ing in front of us. so we must not lose out and show them that we love each other tooo!!! HAHAHAH k damn lame but the effect not bad lor. you have to admit too!&lt;br /&gt;it's as if we're all in love with each other right!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-1921362118572116914?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/1921362118572116914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=1921362118572116914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/1921362118572116914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/1921362118572116914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-ive-been-up-to.html' title='What i&apos;ve been up to'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TQ0MIqQL3RI/AAAAAAAAC4I/GhX4Tk_VyBM/s72-c/barrage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-2847721873464841660</id><published>2010-12-15T00:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T01:40:05.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother</title><content type='html'>Recently, i came across this article online that was titled 'Mother of the year'. What was written was that this tiger which gave birth prematurely. The cubs didn't survive and the tiger mum fell into depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her health began declining despite her being physically fine. So the veterans decided if she could surrogate another tigress's cubs, her health would improve. However, they couldn't find any cubs that were of about same age as her cubs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In desperation, the zoo keepers decided to experiment something. The only baby animals they had were piglets. so they wrapped the piglets in tiger skin and place them near her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did they become her 'cubs' or pork chop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TQekxk_0cPI/AAAAAAAAC3w/foJ54rjec6g/s1600/mother4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TQekxk_0cPI/AAAAAAAAC3w/foJ54rjec6g/s320/mother4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550586237409325298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TQekw0McM5I/AAAAAAAAC3o/mhpHOFhM-ro/s1600/mother3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TQekw0McM5I/AAAAAAAAC3o/mhpHOFhM-ro/s320/mother3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550586224308925330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TQekwgvCrcI/AAAAAAAAC3g/w72KOaw3mVw/s1600/mother2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TQekwgvCrcI/AAAAAAAAC3g/w72KOaw3mVw/s320/mother2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550586219085344194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TQekwaBOrkI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/9_Zn1ykiPls/s1600/mother1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TQekwaBOrkI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/9_Zn1ykiPls/s320/mother1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550586217282580034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it kinda reminded my of my own baby girl. she got pregnant last year. Her pups didn't were not living in her womb and so she had to have her pups removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the surgery, she stayed in the animal hospital for several days and was depressed too. the vets gave her a toy, a mouse. When she could be 'discharged', she just kept biting onto the toy an refused to let it go. the vet was nice and gave it to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she came back, she wouldn't leave her home because the mouse was in it. if anyone tried to touch the mouse, other than me, she would bite the person. only after quite some time she started to 'relax' about her mouse. even up till now, she cares about her mouse. but isnt as nervous as before anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was heartbreaking to see her that way.&lt;br /&gt;but ever since then she was sterilised so were boy and wang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if animals love their pups and cubs so much, how could some mothers torture their children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-2847721873464841660?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/2847721873464841660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=2847721873464841660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/2847721873464841660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/2847721873464841660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2010/12/mother.html' title='Mother'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TQekxk_0cPI/AAAAAAAAC3w/foJ54rjec6g/s72-c/mother4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-7213274331928614035</id><published>2010-12-10T01:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T02:20:37.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>summary of an awesome day (:</title><content type='html'>HELLOOO HOLIDAYS (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay for those who have read my tweet, i went for the paper completely unprepared AND was late again. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright dont matter! sorry to say, I DIDN'T SNAP ANY PICTURES OF US TODAY!! okayokay promise! tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tanning session pushed to sunday (likely to be postphoned again. CFM)&lt;br /&gt;wellll went gaigai-ing with FAV :D had loads of fun today. i swear we didn't pass any 10 minutes without laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loots of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TQEYPJW5bNI/AAAAAAAAC20/cdtmVABkRu8/s1600/DSC01799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TQEYPJW5bNI/AAAAAAAAC20/cdtmVABkRu8/s320/DSC01799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548742864386223314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear i'm damn lazy.&lt;br /&gt;everytime i come back with bags then i show mum my loots of the day and leave them all on the floor or in bags (still on the floor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has become a habit. okay so  i think i shall change that habit and FROM TODAY, I WILL PACK THEM ALL. AT LEAST FOLDING THEM!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayyyyy after shopping we had our hugs as usual and val is SUPER cute. she's about 7cm shorter than annab and i. so when we hug she keeps hopping like a kid (not cause she wants to be taller but cause shes excited for sunday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR SHES SO CUTE! if i were a boy, i would go after her FOR SURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annab and i left in a different direction as val and we stood at the traffic light to talk about half an hour! MAD NOT! we were so engrossed in our conversation that we didn't care about passerbys and all that. we just stood there laughing and just.. being girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i made my way back. as i was walking back, pingping texted me. :D&lt;br /&gt;then went into neighbour's house to chitchat. then home!&lt;br /&gt;and the boyfriend who MIAed for 3 days called :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh sidetrack a little! about a week back i saw lucky sleeping in my closet! damn cute! it's like her favourite 'hangout' now lor! lucky the bottom of my closet is not for clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ZgplTxfXiZxWLDLvMv38Rrkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TQEZ117_OzI/AAAAAAAAC3M/_yvzCv7LlTQ/s400/DSC01786.JPG" width="300" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and those who saw my twitter, i was angry with my nails last night YOU KNOW WHY? LOOK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/uBPSEOSXXjrAUReNMNFr9Lkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TQEZzaias2I/AAAAAAAAC28/_B7VU1xZTYo/s400/DSC01796.JPG" width="400" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent quite long painting a few coats then this. also cause i was tired and stilll have a whole lot of things to study lah. actually it's not this ugly in rl lah. LOL BUT STILL NOT NICE &gt;:l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so i just filled you people with my happy (but boring for you) day!&lt;br /&gt;actually i have so many more happy things to post about but would surely bore you. so wtv.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm gna camwhore tmrw. if i rmb lah! okay gna go practise keyboard then sleep in jeans (must stretch it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas is coming. early happy christmas from wang (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ZTBz0mq3A1389VcURTP0DLkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TQEZ1ZXD1BI/AAAAAAAAC3I/Rhf7RQ9EkKU/s400/DSC01790.JPG" width="400" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/6e53DP6H6h7NX27AuCM9P7kac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TQEZz4QzX_I/AAAAAAAAC3A/_L7Y9-zF1k8/s400/DSC01794.JPG" width="400" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-7213274331928614035?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/7213274331928614035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=7213274331928614035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/7213274331928614035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/7213274331928614035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2010/12/summary-of-awesome-day.html' title='summary of an awesome day (:'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TQEYPJW5bNI/AAAAAAAAC20/cdtmVABkRu8/s72-c/DSC01799.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-5885442979601788464</id><published>2010-12-08T22:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T23:20:58.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the upcoming.. holidays?</title><content type='html'>First off, let me congratulate those of you (myself too) who completed all/most of your papers for cts/msts/exams! and for those of you who's papers haven't started, have fun mugging while the rest of us start celebrating the start of holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, tomorrow's the last paper and it's (the dreaded) accounting. i seriously have no talent for numbers. i'd rather be on the keyboard straight got 7 hours, no kidding. even though i've Aced my e-maths for lower secondary, from secondary 3 onwards, i've gotten nothing more than a D7 for emaths and single digit a-maths. but somehow during o's i got a B3 for emaths! (i didn't attend amaths)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, for those of you who know, i've been spending too much moolah and now i shall WORK for it. annab and i have been motivated by val and we decided to look for a job together this afternoon  as we headed to town to look at some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we already somehow know whr we're gna end up working at but i'm not gna announce it here or twitter. Until it's confirmed, twitter's gna be the first to know! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm definitely looking forward to working with a tinky-pinky friend but as i come to think of it, i'm actually already packed for the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than the Pending going overseas trips (cause most of trips are last minute), here's a list of what i planned to do during the four week break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- going back to exercising. includes jogging every other night, swimming and if possible, gym classes with NANA NG :D&lt;br /&gt;- to pack my room to get rid of the 3 shelves and customise a table there. sigh, plans since january. oh and paint my room.&lt;br /&gt;- religiously practising keyboard and learn a ton of songs since i have no more school for the next couple of weeks&lt;br /&gt;- meet up with people and go for outings. a few of which are divers, benny, nanang, keling, chenghui blahblah. and all that, you get it.&lt;br /&gt;- pack closet (i separated it from *packroom* cause it's a whole world itself. wtf i cant even separate hangers properly now. )&lt;br /&gt;-blog more often&lt;br /&gt;-shop and spend time with mummy more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. so these are the few things that have been in my head. and if i'm gna start working, i swear only either a fraction or none of it will be completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as usual, my holidays will be packed and i'm gna be probably as busy as when there's school. maybe busier. how come my holidays are always busier? i thought holidays were meant to let us rest (or to some, catch up with school work) and somehow i feel abit weird not going for a dive trip during hols!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i heard that most people have much projects and researches to complete during the holidays! it's like travelling in a time machine back to secondary school when we are given stacks of papers with printed words that look like alien language to us to complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thankgod, friends always help to finish my assignments. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;anw, just to share this with you guys. you would have probably seen this on the television and all that already but it makes me laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9yeAe_TE1DA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9yeAe_TE1DA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO CUTE RIGHT :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tanning session's supposed to be tomorrow but decided to shift it on a weekend. so tmr will be just girls hangout instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if they're not camera shy tmr, there's gna be pictures soon :D&lt;br /&gt;soooo until thennnn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-5885442979601788464?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/5885442979601788464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=5885442979601788464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/5885442979601788464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/5885442979601788464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2010/12/upcoming-holidays.html' title='the upcoming.. holidays?'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-9088907998045585613</id><published>2010-12-08T00:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T01:27:43.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>raisins should go to hell</title><content type='html'>1am and i cant settle down to study for MOB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i've been eating ALOT of raisins these days. like in 2-3 days i finished half a tub. (thats hell ALOT of raisins k)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i decided to go google the benefits of raisins. and you know. raisins seem so healthy and all that. maybe help in weight loss also since in the past couple of days i seem to be gaining weight for no obvious reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i starting reading happily about the benefits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The health benefits of &lt;a class="simply_intern" href="http://www.organicfacts.net/health-benefits/fruit/health-benefits-of-raisins.html" title="" rel="index.php?view=simplylink&amp;amp;catid=2&amp;amp;id=56&amp;amp;option=com_simplylinks"&gt;raisins&lt;/a&gt; include relief from constipation &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(wah good good can shit),&lt;/span&gt; acidosis, anemia, &lt;a class="simply_intern" href="http://www.organicfacts.net/health-benefits/home-remedies/home-remedies-for-fever.html" title="" rel="index.php?view=simplylink&amp;amp;catid=2&amp;amp;id=372&amp;amp;option=com_simplylinks"&gt;fever&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(my body keep showing signs of falling sick so, good good!)&lt;/span&gt;, and sexual weakness (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HAHAHAH , good good)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raisins also help in eye care, dental care, bone health&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(all of which is beneficial for me cause i have weak joints and flawed eyesight. untill...) &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;weight gain.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;(WTF NO WONDER LAH )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WALAO EH. NO WONDER I KEEP HAVING MYSTERIOUS WEIGHT GAIN LAH.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU RAISINS. FUCK YOU. YOU LOOK SO HEALTHY AND SO... SKINNY-FOOD AND YET YOU CAUSE ME TO GAIN WEIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you think maybe its also cause i eat alot right! true BUT NOT MORE THAN MY USUAL MEALS (ya im called monster cause my appetite is HUGE sometimes) but i swear i havent been a monster for the past few days!! and i just KEEP eating raisins cause their so addictive. and just before i googled i ate another 1/4 tub of it. WALAO EH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay let's read on okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Let us watch their brilliance.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;Constipation:&lt;/strong&gt; When ingested, &lt;a class="simply_intern" href="http://www.organicfacts.net/health-benefits/fruit/health-benefits-of-raisins.html" title="" rel="index.php?view=simplylink&amp;amp;catid=2&amp;amp;id=56&amp;amp;option=com_simplylinks"&gt;raisins&lt;/a&gt; swell as the &lt;a class="simply_intern" href="http://www.organicfacts.net/health-benefits/other/health-benefits-of-fiber.html" title="" rel="index.php?view=simplylink&amp;amp;catid=2&amp;amp;id=343&amp;amp;option=com_simplylinks"&gt;fiber&lt;/a&gt; present in them in dried form absorbs &lt;a class="simply_intern" href="http://www.organicfacts.net/health-benefits/other/health-benefits-of-drinking-water.html" title="" rel="index.php?view=simplylink&amp;amp;catid=2&amp;amp;id=331&amp;amp;option=com_simplylinks"&gt;water&lt;/a&gt;. This helps giving relief in constipation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i've always have problems pooping and so i include bananas, papaya and yakult in my almost-everyday food intake. i'm extremely health conscious. i eat more veg than meat per day and i force feed people with vegetables even if they hate eating greens. ask ws, living example.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weight Gain:&lt;/strong&gt; Raisins, like all dry fruits, are very  good for gaining weight, as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they are full of fructose and glucose and  give a lot of energy&lt;/span&gt;. Thus, they form an ideal part of the diet for  either athletes or body builders who need a lot of energy or those who  want to put on weight, without accumulating cholesterol. This is further  boosted due to presence of many vitamins, amino acids and &lt;a class="simply_intern" href="http://www.organicfacts.net/health-benefits/minerals/health-benefits-of-minerals.html" title="" rel="index.php?view=simplylink&amp;amp;catid=2&amp;amp;id=23&amp;amp;option=com_simplylinks"&gt;minerals&lt;/a&gt; (such as selenium, &lt;a class="simply_intern" href="http://www.organicfacts.net/health-benefits/minerals/health-benefits-of-phosphorus.html" title="" rel="index.php?view=simplylink&amp;amp;catid=2&amp;amp;id=19&amp;amp;option=com_simplylinks"&gt;phosphorus&lt;/a&gt; etc.) in &lt;a class="simply_intern" href="http://www.organicfacts.net/health-benefits/fruit/health-benefits-of-raisins.html" title="" rel="index.php?view=simplylink&amp;amp;catid=2&amp;amp;id=56&amp;amp;option=com_simplylinks"&gt;raisins&lt;/a&gt; which facilitate absorption of other nutrients and proteins in the body.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WALAO EH WTF LAH. i think i no need to continue to rant about this factor right. I DAMN ANGRY NOW. SO I KEEP TRYING TO LOSE WEIGHT BUT TO NO AVAIL THEN THIS LITTLE FUCKER COMES AND RUIN EVERYTHING FOR ME LAH.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acidosis:&lt;/strong&gt; Acidosis is a state of increased &lt;a class="simply_intern" href="http://www.organicfacts.net/health-benefits/home-remedies/home-remedies-for-acidity.html" title="" rel="index.php?view=simplylink&amp;amp;catid=2&amp;amp;id=427&amp;amp;option=com_simplylinks"&gt;acidity&lt;/a&gt;  of the blood (also known as toxicity of the blood) or of the gases in  our respiratory system, the source of acids for both being our stomach.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is very harmful for the body &lt;/span&gt;as it may give rise to a number of  problems like &lt;a class="simply_intern" href="http://www.organicfacts.net/health-benefits/home-remedies/home-remedies-for-boils.html" title="" rel="index.php?view=simplylink&amp;amp;catid=2&amp;amp;id=380&amp;amp;option=com_simplylinks"&gt;boils&lt;/a&gt;, skin diseases and damage to the internal organs, &lt;a class="simply_intern" href="http://www.organicfacts.net/health-benefits/home-remedies/home-remedies-for-arthritis.html" title="" rel="index.php?view=simplylink&amp;amp;catid=2&amp;amp;id=435&amp;amp;option=com_simplylinks"&gt;arthritis&lt;/a&gt;, gout, renal calculi, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" class="simply_intern" href="http://www.organicfacts.net/health-benefits/home-remedies/home-remedies-for-baldness.html" title="" rel="index.php?view=simplylink&amp;amp;catid=2&amp;amp;id=412&amp;amp;option=com_simplylinks"&gt;hair loss&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; heart diseases, tumors and even &lt;a class="simply_intern" href="http://www.organicfacts.net/health-benefits/home-remedies/home-remedies-for-cancer.html" title="" rel="index.php?view=simplylink&amp;amp;catid=2&amp;amp;id=352&amp;amp;option=com_simplylinks"&gt;cancer&lt;/a&gt;. Raisins are good source of &lt;a class="simply_intern" href="http://www.organicfacts.net/health-benefits/minerals/health-benefits-of-potassium.html" title="" rel="index.php?view=simplylink&amp;amp;catid=2&amp;amp;id=20&amp;amp;option=com_simplylinks"&gt;potassium&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a class="simply_intern" href="http://www.organicfacts.net/health-benefits/minerals/health-benefits-of-magnesium.html" title="" rel="index.php?view=simplylink&amp;amp;catid=2&amp;amp;id=18&amp;amp;option=com_simplylinks"&gt;magnesium&lt;/a&gt; (two of the most popular constituents of antacids, being basic in nature) both of which are very effective in reducing &lt;a class="simply_intern" href="http://www.organicfacts.net/health-benefits/home-remedies/home-remedies-for-acidity.html" title="" rel="index.php?view=simplylink&amp;amp;catid=2&amp;amp;id=427&amp;amp;option=com_simplylinks"&gt;acidity&lt;/a&gt;. They neutralize the acids and thus help check acidosis.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AND HAIRLOSS SOMEMORE?!????!?!!!! I GOT SO LITTLE HAIR ALR. AND KEEP DRINKING SOY BEAN SO MORE HAIR CAN GROW. THEN THIS ASSHOLE CAUSE HAIR LOSS?! somemore what skin disease, damage internal organs and CANCER LEH. WTF&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fever:&lt;/strong&gt; Phenolic Phytonutrients, well known for their germicidal, anti biotic and anti oxidant properties, are present in abundance in &lt;a class="simply_intern" href="http://www.organicfacts.net/health-benefits/fruit/health-benefits-of-raisins.html" title="" rel="index.php?view=simplylink&amp;amp;catid=2&amp;amp;id=56&amp;amp;option=com_simplylinks"&gt;raisins&lt;/a&gt; and help cure &lt;a class="simply_intern" href="http://www.organicfacts.net/health-benefits/home-remedies/home-remedies-for-fever.html" title="" rel="index.php?view=simplylink&amp;amp;catid=2&amp;amp;id=372&amp;amp;option=com_simplylinks"&gt;fever&lt;/a&gt; by fighting viral and bacterial infections.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mm, good good (: i've been eating cherry tomatoes for antioxidents too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sexual Weakness:&lt;/strong&gt; Raisins are known to stimulate libido  and induce arousal, primarily due to presence of an amino acid called  Arginine, which is beneficial in treating problems in erection. It has  been a common practice in&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" class="simply_intern" href="http://www.organicfacts.net/organic-stores/organic-stores/organic-food-stores-in-india.html" title="" rel="index.php?view=simplylink&amp;amp;catid=2&amp;amp;id=554&amp;amp;option=com_simplylinks"&gt;India&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt; to make the bride and the groom drink a glass of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" class="simply_intern" href="http://www.organicfacts.net/health-benefits/animal-product/health-benefits-of-milk.html" title="" rel="index.php?view=simplylink&amp;amp;catid=2&amp;amp;id=99&amp;amp;option=com_simplylinks"&gt;milk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt; each, boiled with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" class="simply_intern" href="http://www.organicfacts.net/health-benefits/fruit/health-benefits-of-raisins.html" title="" rel="index.php?view=simplylink&amp;amp;catid=2&amp;amp;id=56&amp;amp;option=com_simplylinks"&gt;raisins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt; and added with a pinch of saffron&lt;/span&gt;. It is also recommended for those suffering from sexual weakness, to consume &lt;a class="simply_intern" href="http://www.organicfacts.net/health-benefits/fruit/health-benefits-of-raisins.html" title="" rel="index.php?view=simplylink&amp;amp;catid=2&amp;amp;id=56&amp;amp;option=com_simplylinks"&gt;raisins&lt;/a&gt; regularly. This effect is aided with the presence of lot of energy in raisins.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HAHAHHAHAH ZOMG INDIA SEX'S LIFE (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay, the rest about bone, dental and eye care i wont post alr. 1+ i need need to FINALLY FREAKING start studying cause i think i have no time to sleep alr. (wtf i just got a shock of my life cause i accidentally pressed back. i thought the post would be half gone but thank blogger for having auto save every minute!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm gna tell my mum about the raisins tmr and ask her to get rid of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TP5ssxnpG3I/AAAAAAAAC2g/ypZ7pmLhll8/s1600/raisins2008poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TP5ssxnpG3I/AAAAAAAAC2g/ypZ7pmLhll8/s320/raisins2008poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547991307456682866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;fuck you raisins. fuck you sun-maid. YOU SHOULD BE BALD AND FAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i swear she's wearing a wig or have a hell lot of extentions. either that or she doesnt eat raisins at all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS: im not actually angry. it's EXTREMELY hard to make me angry. im just.. erm.. irritated(?) by the fact that raisins stimulated my weight gain and (probably) hair loss. but as i was typing this post, i was half-laughing away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-9088907998045585613?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/9088907998045585613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=9088907998045585613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/9088907998045585613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/9088907998045585613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2010/12/raisins-should-go-to-hell.html' title='raisins should go to hell'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TP5ssxnpG3I/AAAAAAAAC2g/ypZ7pmLhll8/s72-c/raisins2008poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-2485074562894949944</id><published>2010-12-04T11:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T13:13:03.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more than an accessory</title><content type='html'>okay, those who hate my face shall just skip this entire post because this post is about the gradual change in me every since poly started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically, it's just the hair changing, and the size of my face. (growing bigger as the year moves on) BUT IT MAKES A HUGE HUGE DIFFERENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tweeted that i'd post about this so as i'm munching on raisins, i shall uphold my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 april (i was having typical light brown half ahlian colour hair)&lt;br /&gt;(fringe damn long. wtf, what was i thinking. ._.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/oTiDHX7Nh0Db6xXEhi2C2bkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TPm71c_OYMI/AAAAAAAAC1s/yxwPhW1xB0c/s400/Image3.jpg" width="400" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Ktvm-MxIRWcPuZaPFvC7zbkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TPm71xnv0DI/AAAAAAAAC1w/_pp8PqkikEU/s400/Image11.jpg" width="400" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 May (still having long fringe and coincidently wearing a similar shirt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/NaNt1zUf10xXBKzSJwZy5Lkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TPm72dg84iI/AAAAAAAAC10/yLgTPm92dLY/s400/Image20.jpg" width="400" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; to 1 Sept. had my hair dyed black already. w specs and center parting.&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i'm posting this. everytime i have bad hair day, i would just wear a cap/tie my hair up or go school with center parting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/j96pEoWuMkd2RluuoHkrAbkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TPm72-hGygI/AAAAAAAAC14/ZgCigXLdVxA/s400/Image23.jpg" width="400" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 Oct (new term begins(face significantly rounder), during MOB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/fpVuNXLR0J-xHojlEr267rkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TPm73yuoQFI/AAAAAAAAC18/a7VJQtounnQ/s400/Image40.jpg" width="400" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/AXGpIaB7qi--e68hhZD2Xbkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TPm74JzFQQI/AAAAAAAAC2A/9n8G1oQHg5o/s400/Image57.jpg" width="400" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 Oct (hahah sorry i just like this picture because.. SEE GOT FAINT DOUBLE EYELID!! (ya lah, i have single eyelids.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/fEVEfGPMkatC5gilH1AH9bkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TPm74v0CDCI/AAAAAAAAC2E/dxbLo5DH49A/s400/Image68.jpg" width="400" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 Oct (was home alone and wanted to acty 'promote' my nails but ah yah, fail)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/WoFM4dHA1Y4mdZAG92pL5bkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TPm75IrC9CI/AAAAAAAAC2I/THDBZYDoEm4/s400/Image77.jpg" width="400" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/K1uMlyu1w50kW5oh_dv8lLkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TPm75dz7V8I/AAAAAAAAC2M/9hwU9QrzI-0/s400/Image79.jpg" width="400" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THENNNN.. something happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 Nov (whoa exactly one month after the last time i took a pic w lappy!)&lt;br /&gt;a few days aft i cut my bangs (2 i think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/CZEOYpq-LqD2NuV3vI3oQrkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TPm752ZT6yI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/qwgu1pmXbhk/s400/Image83.jpg" width="400" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/GjvCDDDMz1kejFh_Avy_kLkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TPm76HisD7I/AAAAAAAAC2U/GizOy6tZZ8w/s400/Image84.jpg" width="400" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/mUinW7btJjcxjnUYV--wH7kac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TPm76jjbtSI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/EvOrhUAVs9U/s400/Image87.jpg" width="400" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ZJbRtMOo2EXrNcC_EApPILkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TPm77ibPklI/AAAAAAAAC2c/a7l4Ozw3_Zc/s400/Image90.jpg" width="400" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF RIGHT. I DIDNT NOTICE THE CHANGE WAS SO .........&lt;br /&gt;now i look younger. and act cute also. ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these pictures are only pictures from webcam media so hence, the quality and all. but .. side nicer right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/oTiDHX7Nh0Db6xXEhi2C2bkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TPm71c_OYMI/AAAAAAAAC1s/yxwPhW1xB0c/s144/Image3.jpg" width="144" height="108" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/j96pEoWuMkd2RluuoHkrAbkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TPm72-hGygI/AAAAAAAAC14/ZgCigXLdVxA/s144/Image23.jpg" width="144" height="108" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/AXGpIaB7qi--e68hhZD2Xbkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TPm74JzFQQI/AAAAAAAAC2A/9n8G1oQHg5o/s144/Image57.jpg" width="144" height="108" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/WoFM4dHA1Y4mdZAG92pL5bkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TPm75IrC9CI/AAAAAAAAC2I/THDBZYDoEm4/s144/Image77.jpg" width="144" height="108" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/CZEOYpq-LqD2NuV3vI3oQrkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TPm752ZT6yI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/qwgu1pmXbhk/s144/Image83.jpg" width="144" height="108" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/mUinW7btJjcxjnUYV--wH7kac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TPm76jjbtSI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/EvOrhUAVs9U/s144/Image87.jpg" width="144" height="108" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ZJbRtMOo2EXrNcC_EApPILkac9g89YEtxGEnPL-G4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TPm77ibPklI/AAAAAAAAC2c/a7l4Ozw3_Zc/s144/Image90.jpg" width="144" height="108" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;))): how?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think with bangs,i have lesser bad hair days. haha weird right?&lt;br /&gt;i still think side fringe suit me more. maybe i'm not used to my own hair yet. HOW?&lt;br /&gt;ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh, anw,  i told my mama i wanted a keyboard and my parents bought my one when we went out later!! WHOOOOHOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooo now i will be home more often i think (: i spent like 5 hours on it ystd till my wrists hurt. but at least i can play a little music now.&lt;br /&gt;ANYONE HAS SCORES THAT YOU DONT WANT? DONATE PLEASE (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still quite slow in reading notes and still have to write the letterings below each notes. i can't coordinate both my right and left hand together properly and still slow when it comes to two hands playing together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW. BUT I'M STILL LEARNING RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i can play the first half of Gmajor quite smoothly! not bad for a 1st timer! (in one day i learn how to read notes and play okay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so proud of myself. now i shall go back to msn and dig secrets from johanes then back to keyboard again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have too many distractions so i cant study for msts. sian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-2485074562894949944?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/2485074562894949944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=2485074562894949944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/2485074562894949944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/2485074562894949944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2010/12/more-than-accessory.html' title='more than an accessory'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TPm71c_OYMI/AAAAAAAAC1s/yxwPhW1xB0c/s72-c/Image3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-3481204860507045335</id><published>2010-12-02T22:05:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T00:28:28.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's december already!</title><content type='html'>omg i can't believe it! it's like a blink of an eye and 2010 is almost over! (HAHA I KNOW CLICHE, BUT REALLY RIGHT!) i still remember how april was like when i first went into sp and saw annab sitting in the mlt alone at the section where my class was supposed to sit. then i went up and introduced myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from then, we became friends, then amimi sat beside me.. our clique formed because of FLAG DAY! i was late as usual. then my grp did flag say tgt and we became a clique from then on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TPeq01hM8SI/AAAAAAAAC0M/EAV_C4T9xrc/s1600/DSC00940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TPeq01hM8SI/AAAAAAAAC0M/EAV_C4T9xrc/s320/DSC00940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546089290826314018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must sacrifice val cause someone must take the picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TPeryqK-bRI/AAAAAAAAC0k/vvjfOjDLG7c/s1600/dba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TPeryqK-bRI/AAAAAAAAC0k/vvjfOjDLG7c/s320/dba.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546090352932187410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO MUST REMEMBER FLAG DAY VERY IMPORTANT OK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there's the divers to make my sp life so much more interesting..&lt;br /&gt;at first i was in a different clique and was with the seniors and all then one day(YOG day) rae texted me to meet them but i cldnt make it cause i was omw to meet wp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TPetyvyHMnI/AAAAAAAAC1I/8VfA43B1Ty4/s1600/divers8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TPetyvyHMnI/AAAAAAAAC1I/8VfA43B1Ty4/s320/divers8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546092553461772914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but during the event, the girls included me in everything they did and then on, we became a clique. had outings, stayovers, drunk sessions tanning and all that crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TPetx1KR5OI/AAAAAAAAC1A/zTexvf1KXso/s1600/divers6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TPetx1KR5OI/AAAAAAAAC1A/zTexvf1KXso/s320/divers6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546092537725445346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after kbox, we had our divers buffet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TPetxvCPiYI/AAAAAAAAC04/y94b7W7bems/s1600/divers5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TPetxvCPiYI/AAAAAAAAC04/y94b7W7bems/s320/divers5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546092536081123714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TPeq2uBJktI/AAAAAAAAC0c/1TBY34B2YFw/s1600/divers3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TPeq2uBJktI/AAAAAAAAC0c/1TBY34B2YFw/s320/divers3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546089323172565714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abv 2, dinner with clique then l4d &amp;amp; gossip @ scape :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TPetxCZ4kQI/AAAAAAAAC0w/5wgQG8adsRs/s1600/divers4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TPetxCZ4kQI/AAAAAAAAC0w/5wgQG8adsRs/s320/divers4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546092524100686082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tanning session, thanks to wp (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TPeq1ixoozI/AAAAAAAAC0U/hNvG2ktV8_E/s1600/divers1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TPeq1ixoozI/AAAAAAAAC0U/hNvG2ktV8_E/s320/divers1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546089302974833458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprise party at adam's then stayover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TPety5BbQ7I/AAAAAAAAC1Q/EuMKhontIaA/s1600/divers7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TPety5BbQ7I/AAAAAAAAC1Q/EuMKhontIaA/s320/divers7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546092555941921714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day of YOG a day of which many events happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was THE DAY...&lt;br /&gt;- i got close to the clique. hold on, let me phrase it in a better way..&lt;br /&gt;- THE CLIQUE FOUND ME. lol!&lt;br /&gt;- i realised that other than the diving seniors, freshies were very fun people too&lt;br /&gt;- a few of them thought ws was cute and took a picture with him, with my name, as usual. so in other words..&lt;br /&gt;- ws and i knew each other's existence&lt;br /&gt;- adam noticed rae (they're tgt now!)&lt;br /&gt;- rae hugged me for the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TPewR56RSBI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/VDwWyG_YOCM/s1600/divers9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TPewR56RSBI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/VDwWyG_YOCM/s320/divers9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546095287779543058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't YOG such a magical day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, in 2010, i was THIS close to quitting sp and enrolling in SIM.&lt;br /&gt;but love from cliques, friends and all that kept me from doing that. (also cause i just missed the enrollment of the course i wanted)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa i didn't know blogging and sourcing for pictures was such a chore. but anyway, notice that i blog only about school events because i think for the most of 2010, i spent most of the time in school. so much that my exboyf and i broke up after 3 years and i'm dating someone who is from sp. (but he graduated alr lah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's quite sad that the life in poly literally flew by because it seems so quick that 3/4 of my year 1 is over. i still only have 2 &amp;amp; 1/4 years left which i'm sure it'll fly by as quickly too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love when the girls shout my name, hug me when we happen to meet in school and all.&lt;br /&gt;when the girls (both cliques) make the lamest jokes and do the stupidest things to make us laugh (am not gna post pictures on that. lol)&lt;br /&gt;when i see a cute guy and start telling them then the girls agree/disagree and start chanting ws's name together. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon, it'll be christmas, then graduation party which i am extremely 'estatic' to announced that i'm the emcee. (i didn't want one lah but wtfmamabbq)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;countdown then 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can time start crawling now? because when the hols arrive, it's def. gna speed past. BUT I BELIEVE MY FB PICTURE NUMBER WILL SORE WHEN IT COMESS!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-3481204860507045335?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/3481204860507045335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=3481204860507045335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/3481204860507045335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/3481204860507045335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-december-already.html' title='It&apos;s december already!'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TPeq01hM8SI/AAAAAAAAC0M/EAV_C4T9xrc/s72-c/DSC00940.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-7516200950744124540</id><published>2010-12-02T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T22:02:22.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i promise i will will willlllll update this more!!</title><content type='html'>okay, so just an update to all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- msts are nearing. in fact, it starts on monday! and i havent really starting studyinggg :O&lt;br /&gt;- ws's having field camp now and i feel as if i'm single now (freedom) but damn, i miss him like crap.&lt;br /&gt;- currently addicted to 'just a dream by sam tsui and christina grimmie'. go youtube it!&lt;br /&gt;- i have bangs now. no picture because i don't bring cammy out anymore. so annoying when i bring it out, nobody asks for it. then when i choose to leave it at home, people starts asking 'WHERES YOUR CAMERA AH' .....&lt;br /&gt;- i'm down with a flu because of mad weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me digress a little on that, i know it's the monsoon but the weather's really too much!&lt;br /&gt;it's SO hot and humid in the morning then by late afternoon it'll be raining. no wait, it'll be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pouring&lt;/span&gt;! not only that but both lightning and thunder accompanies the rain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few days back i was at annab's and i swear we had alot of fun! i was a pig that day but in that few hours we ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) attempted to study&lt;br /&gt;2) had annab to cut bangs (OH YAH, after i had bangs, val and annab went for bangs too! now we are the bangy 3! oh and we're FAV!! Felicia Annabell Valerie. getit?! )&lt;br /&gt;3) ate mr bean&lt;br /&gt;4) cooked dinner (due to rain again)&lt;br /&gt;5) sang&lt;br /&gt;6) dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much funnnn. gna go tanning then maybe slumber since it's gna be hols (again) soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, i had to go under the rain to get home and the next day, i had slight flu. then today, i went home straight after school and again, it was pouring. i had jennifer to get me a HUGE ella down at the busstop but just walking back home from the busstop got me drenched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a few shocks due to thunder and annab was freaking out cause she was home alone. the worst is after the rain, lucky was in shock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she could not sleep lying down and was in a pathetic state. she was trying to sleep while sitting down and every little touch and sound startled her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even as i carry her, she would have sudden movements and it was as if she couldn't control her head. my mum said it was exactly like if a baby was in shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to carry her for an hour or so before putting her back on her bed. and when i did, she was so still and didn't dare move ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she's okay now cause i stayed in the room with her for 4 hours (but that's because i fell asleep too. :p). she dares to move around now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh did i say i have flu now?! wl wl wl wl!!&lt;br /&gt;i remember a few years back when i was in secondary two i think. someone in class caught a flu and spread it to more than half of the class. hahah it was super funny because people would bring boxes of tissue to class and even a few teachers caught our flu too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it, it was actually quite disgusting because tables and the bin was over flowing with out mucus-filled wantan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLU FLU PLEASE GO AWAYYY. or maybe i should just spread to everyone around me and all will be sneezing and blowing our noses all day long. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay lah. i think i will start bringing camera out so i can blog more pictures! okok?!&lt;br /&gt;love you alllll :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-7516200950744124540?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/7516200950744124540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=7516200950744124540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/7516200950744124540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/7516200950744124540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-promise-i-will-will-willlllll-update.html' title='i promise i will will willlllll update this more!!'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-1206492216218742826</id><published>2010-11-15T15:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T16:20:55.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As baby's sleeping on my crossed legs, i suddenly came to a realisation.&lt;br /&gt;i think, i sometimes care too much for some things and not care too much on even more things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i need to inject some.. urgency in myself! BUT HOW?&lt;br /&gt;all i care about is having fun and irritating others.&lt;br /&gt;i'm always disturbing people around me! BUT RIGHT, it's kind of like a diver trait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the divers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm too much of a guy and i think i need to be a little more girlish. i don't pack my bed when i wake, my room's constantly in a mess esp when i reach home.&lt;br /&gt;i almost don't sleep at night and only sleep in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm messy, lazy and dirty. but maybe when i don't have a maid, i wld start tidying up, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;oh and i have an adam's apple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i miss diver's stayover and all that crap.&lt;br /&gt;i miss dive trips and gatherings during the holidays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then all of a sudden everyone's attached.&lt;br /&gt;then all of a sudden school has occupied everyone's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay but a few sessions to look forward to&lt;br /&gt;-kenneth's birthday&lt;br /&gt;-val's birthday&lt;br /&gt;-hyde's farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. then msts.&lt;br /&gt;AND HOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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type='text'>hafiz</title><content type='html'>Scenario 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a crush on somebody, but they like someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone likes you, but you like someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like someone and they like you back, but then some other bitch tries to get in between you two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And very rarely..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario 4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like him and he likes you back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-6032234698763974108?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/6032234698763974108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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people not just cherish whatever they have now but wait till later when they lose them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-7945690893452721818?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/7945690893452721818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=7945690893452721818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/7945690893452721818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/7945690893452721818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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now starts at about 8. and i havent even have time to on my lappy for 2 - 3 days! other than school. mad not?&lt;br /&gt;i have no time to flip tutorials or anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but busy is good. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some random out of the many pics we took!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TMMDRc_BTKI/AAAAAAAACz0/lvxtcS0x-9o/s1600/Image24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TMMDRc_BTKI/AAAAAAAACz0/lvxtcS0x-9o/s320/Image24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531268365714279586" 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/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TMMDQ2A5qtI/AAAAAAAACzk/6bzZjX6rC5s/s1600/Image46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TMMDQ2A5qtI/AAAAAAAACzk/6bzZjX6rC5s/s320/Image46.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531268355253185234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TMMDQFpFGII/AAAAAAAACzc/ETXDxAGeT5Q/s1600/Image55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TMMDQFpFGII/AAAAAAAACzc/ETXDxAGeT5Q/s320/Image55.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531268342268369026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND my timetable + teachers (Y)&lt;br /&gt;happiness in sp. i think i'm rlyrly happy nao :D&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE DETERMINED TO LOSE WEIGHT! hahah as usual (:/):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and somehow i think i've crossed the border again, like how i did almost 4 years ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-3946255610804150844?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/xn8XbVaUnIlYXCFZ3uJysoEmsp993K7WxkVPDHW3uF8?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TLge7A4SF3I/AAAAAAAACy0/wtkPi_tAyus/s400/67075_439841738223_717108223_5474192_2073409_n.jpg" height="400" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha acty it's alot more than hanging out with them. but they are the only ones who camwhore! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i know is right now, i'm happy and having loads of fun (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-1964027699758562686?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/1964027699758562686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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SECONDLY, i shopped alot and thus, slashed half of my list. THIRDLY, it was hari raya weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so happy i got myself a new wallet! super pretty (: made a couple of new friends and COINCIDENTLY, again, one of them's my senior's friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i had a jab a few days back. was quite scared initially but it didn't hurt so much.&lt;br /&gt;my mum was telling me about the jab she took before giving birth was the most painful injection she ever took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the needle was super long and was to the SPINE! it already sounds painful right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anwww, after that, went orchard to shop with my fam! :D came back with quite a few bags.&lt;br /&gt;i think like out of 10 days i go out, 7 days i come home with bag(s) in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel happy when i buy back things but i get scared when i settle the things down and think of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i am weird cause when i buy back things i just put the bags down and leave it there till maybe a few days later then start packing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh no wait, i will first run to mum and show her what i bought then walk into my room and leave it all there in bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... i think i buy things on impulse?!&lt;br /&gt;but i LOVEEEE the things i buy and i read somewhere before that on average, i female only wears 20% of her closet most of the times.&lt;br /&gt;idk how true is that to all of you out there (if there's any) but it is for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, shit i need to lose weight ):&lt;br /&gt;OH YA DID YOU KNOW A BOTTLE OF 450g OF PEANUT BUTTER IS LIKE ALMOST 3k CALORIES????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-3481075890283499201?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/3481075890283499201/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-8518242247446023202</id><published>2010-09-10T02:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T02:51:50.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day i someone called me a tranny</title><content type='html'>ok let's say today's a happy day&lt;br /&gt;met nick, josh (WHOA FINALLY) , novia and jeshua.&lt;br /&gt;cld have met alex but i went off to meet anna,cy and gene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played pool after SOOO long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANW PICTURES (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/74YpZLIdv-26GvvxO0Ai7IEmsp993K7WxkVPDHW3uF8?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TIkre1z3YaI/AAAAAAAACyg/x5qBmnUsGvI/s400/47542_459992424461_783639461_6316926_261533_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TIkqrGj8LaI/AAAAAAAACyA/He1mgnsvE14/s400/DSC01504.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/aBeyAmYgP4RHDDvUxP7cSIEmsp993K7WxkVPDHW3uF8?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TIkqqiFlwOI/AAAAAAAACx8/Zid928NofcU/s400/DSC01507.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Hv2v280n5G8IbDTv4hMdxoEmsp993K7WxkVPDHW3uF8?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TIkqqDXU36I/AAAAAAAACx4/woLwGBX-QuQ/s400/DSC01511.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIGHT SIDE, i'll be meeting alex tmr anw (: and ch and prolly rw!&lt;br /&gt;MONEH HERE I COME (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just rejected 2.5k. IDK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-8518242247446023202?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/8518242247446023202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=8518242247446023202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/8518242247446023202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/8518242247446023202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-i-someone-called-me-tranny.html' title='the day i someone called me a 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go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something's wrong. feelings a little out of place, a little confused, a little emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TIVLtdidlwI/AAAAAAAACxU/z40AveXVtJ4/s1600/vinyl-decal-sticker-1335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 142px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TIVLtdidlwI/AAAAAAAACxU/z40AveXVtJ4/s320/vinyl-decal-sticker-1335.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513896563180410626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-4565530652088837095?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/4565530652088837095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-4613640363985391893</id><published>2010-09-04T23:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T23:53:46.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>colours</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;green.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im thinking which colour of maxi dress i should get next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;grey &lt;/span&gt;black &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-4613640363985391893?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-8987440822429389690</id><published>2010-09-04T04:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T04:02:32.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TIFUKBtxnhI/AAAAAAAACxM/V-ylhb1tQl4/s1600/doomed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TIFUKBtxnhI/AAAAAAAACxM/V-ylhb1tQl4/s320/doomed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512779950114053650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat: Accounts&lt;br /&gt;Rat: Yours Truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-8987440822429389690?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/8987440822429389690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=8987440822429389690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/8987440822429389690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/8987440822429389690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2010/09/sigh.html' title='sigh'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TIFUKBtxnhI/AAAAAAAACxM/V-ylhb1tQl4/s72-c/doomed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-5062765801591722066</id><published>2010-09-03T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T22:28:36.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little colour</title><content type='html'>quite some days back but at least it adds a little colour (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/yg1iHAQqGC4qX6jOt7WsuH5D13Aztqxk0GQ6q-o_doo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TIEEkJd35zI/AAAAAAAACxE/SWA42VnDhZo/s400/DSC01360.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my babe, rae (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/zkve98TGgGWxju8jRJAXo35D13Aztqxk0GQ6q-o_doo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TIEEjLZU8eI/AAAAAAAACxA/paZeC34yKkM/s400/DSC01358.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and horrible tasting pink popcorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/SFIgN-t_gpqFQ4rR6gVFvn5D13Aztqxk0GQ6q-o_doo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TIEEiCJ64DI/AAAAAAAACw8/ipGWgqBec1w/s400/DSC01350.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;china ch (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/8D6NNeBLK8OsLU0fj2W9sX5D13Aztqxk0GQ6q-o_doo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TIEEhEP6nHI/AAAAAAAACw4/40SFU2ALMuU/s400/DSC01290.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloated ping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/yx0hd1on-0WHbRR8kUOdiX5D13Aztqxk0GQ6q-o_doo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TIEF28Y0ZCI/AAAAAAAACxI/l0HfbtJ9sUk/s400/DSC01236.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/7VEMBdOohRGaXdIwBVyMRH5D13Aztqxk0GQ6q-o_doo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TIEEfkyXMSI/AAAAAAAACw0/8I_J_fQQKOE/s400/DSC01281.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, im a happy gurl :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-5062765801591722066?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/5062765801591722066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=5062765801591722066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/5062765801591722066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/5062765801591722066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2010/09/little-colour.html' title='a little colour'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jQlFJnjsPsY/TIEEkJd35zI/AAAAAAAACxE/SWA42VnDhZo/s72-c/DSC01360.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-6234865079169048127</id><published>2010-09-03T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T22:00:02.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new leaf</title><content type='html'>hello, i changed a skin. i think it's better than the previous one.&lt;br /&gt;what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR MAYBE not. idk it's 10 now. i see the oil of midnight burning alr. &lt;br /&gt;hello owl ong. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-6234865079169048127?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/6234865079169048127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=6234865079169048127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/6234865079169048127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/6234865079169048127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-leaf.html' title='a new leaf'/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-934894657891527171</id><published>2010-09-03T19:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T19:59:07.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love?</title><content type='html'>What is love? Are your palms sweaty, is your heart racing, and is your voice caught within your chest? -it isn’t love, it’s like. You can’t keep your eyes or hands off of them, am I right? -it isn’t love, its lust. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you proud, and eager to show them off? -it isn’t love, it’s pride. Do you want them because you know they’re there? -it isn’t love, it’s loneliness. Are you there because they kissed you, or held your hand? -it isn’t love, it’s low confidence. Do you stay for their confessions of love, because you don’t want to hurt them? -it isn’t love, its pity. Do you belong to them because their sight makes your heart skip a beat? -it isn’t love, it’s infatuation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you pardon their faults because you care about them? -it isn’t love, it’s friendship. Do you tell them every day that they are the only one you think of? -it isn’t love, it’s a lie. Are you willing to give all of your favorite things for their sake? -it isn’t love, it’s charity. Does your heart ache and break when they’re sad? -then it’s love. Do you cry for their pain, even when they’re strong? -then it’s love. Do their eyes see your true heart, and touch your soul so deeply it hurts? -then it’s love. Do you stay because a blinding, incomprehensible mix of pain and relation pulls you close and holds you there? -then it’s love. Do you accept their faults because they’re a part of who they are? then it’s love. &lt;br /&gt;Are you attracted to others, but stay with them faithfully without regret? -then its love. Would you give them your heart, your life, your death?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read this somewhere while bloghopping. i randomly paragraphed it so it wont be such a pain reading. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after reading this, i realised the only love i think i have left other than my family, is for lucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-934894657891527171?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/934894657891527171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=934894657891527171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/934894657891527171'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-790624672910680312</id><published>2010-08-28T21:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T21:45:54.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know i want you but then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a girl doesnt need someone who doesn't need her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-790624672910680312?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/790624672910680312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=790624672910680312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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just speak ahbeng chinese dope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEN says (11:12 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*dat's me mah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEN says (11:13 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*ken who speaks proper english is impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicia says (11:13 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*it is impossible for ken to speak proper english&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-4868651237044980636?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/4868651237044980636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=4868651237044980636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/4868651237044980636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/4868651237044980636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2010/08/ken-says-1112-pm-sian-i-just-showed-dat.html' title=''/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-3181633317594540823</id><published>2010-08-14T02:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T02:45:53.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to catch up, i think fb pictures are quicker. but then again, not so.&lt;br /&gt;i reach home only when dawn is near. i cant get online cause i need to catch some sleep before the next day starts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but niway ho howwwww, been hanging out with different group of people nowadays. &lt;br /&gt;mixture of feelings and thoughts these few days. happiness, confusion, disappointment, happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell. but then again, meeting new people cheered me up again! this week, i got to know and hang out with quite a number of new people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amore tmr for classes w anna and imma be fit again (:  love you all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-3181633317594540823?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/3181633317594540823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've been jogging for the past two nights. &lt;br /&gt;im proud of myself (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to meet up with my girlys soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6920007457934939847-8701171719932918977?l=littlebookmark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/feeds/8701171719932918977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6920007457934939847&amp;postID=8701171719932918977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/8701171719932918977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6920007457934939847/posts/default/8701171719932918977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebookmark.blogspot.com/2010/08/ive-been-jogging-for-past-two-nights.html' title=''/><author><name>Felicia!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6920007457934939847.post-2389309895227424788</id><published>2010-08-03T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T22:35:10.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello world</title><content type='html'>this is really dead. maybe i wont like update long posts with pictures anymore but rather, short posts to just pen down thoughts and what is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life with divers and friends is (Y), have been doing small shoots and earning little money here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i changed like half of my wardrobe, in a way and i've spent like 2k in two months. not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got big plans for the next 2 weeks and take a step to do something i've never thought i would do. thank god for supporting friends and parents. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess right now, im really happy. and im starting to exercise bit by bit! 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