<?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-33739417</id><updated>2011-11-17T11:42:47.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blabber</title><subtitle type='html'>The dumping of day to day issues.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sara</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>341</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33739417.post-4730111383364468529</id><published>2010-06-24T13:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T13:45:08.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;I moved to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sarakhoo.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://sarakhoo.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-4730111383364468529?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/4730111383364468529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=4730111383364468529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/4730111383364468529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/4730111383364468529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-moved-to-httpsarakhoo.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-5825057880437628419</id><published>2010-06-21T19:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T19:26:03.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-enjoyment.</title><content type='html'>The class outings (which is actually ages since) was only alright. The planning wasn't all that great. But the company was still okay. &amp;amp; Killers was a nice movie; although it had a lousy and bullshit ending. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyways, my third week of the holiday, was spent at Cell camp. It was amazingly awesome and God did amazing things throughout that 2 days! (The last day was where most of us were just sloozing and waiting to check-out) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The camp committee did great and the whole camp went really well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so a brief run-through of the happenings: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First day - Apprehensive about the whole camp (told Bee that the night before). But once I reached there, it was still okay. Then the games started and I was pretty much adsorbed :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right after, we carried our heavy baggage and head for the chalet. It was a long way but we got some help from Sherilyn's father. So thankful for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The food was awesome and the service that night, was even better! It really ministered to me. So I'm glad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First night- Was crap! Trust me, the sleep quality wasn't good and certain XXXX was making sleep difficult. I feel really mean about commenting like that but still, for crying out loud, the snores were impossible! When I close my eyes, I can imagine bubbles forming, and the snort cramped up in the nose. EEEE. Thinking back makes me shudder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank god, Bee brought his ear-piece and lent it to me, so I managed to catch some shut eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second day- Bombatastic. Big stuff, great service. But I think the BBQ didn't go all that well. Seeing how some of us got food-poisoning and stuff. I really hope that it wasn't because I intervene and I really hope the food I prepared was safe for consumption. My pins are on the fried rice, since it's the only thing I ate, and I felt sick in my stomach after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, the whole committee is great at handling and just running things smoothly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played for awhile before zoning out. &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 minute I came home, I replenished all the sleep lost :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoyed myself a lot, now it's time to get serious, and start on the shitload of work. Not looking forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The photos are all in FB, no courtesy of me.&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/33739417-5825057880437628419?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/5825057880437628419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=5825057880437628419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/5825057880437628419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/5825057880437628419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2010/06/post-enjoyment.html' title='Post-enjoyment.'/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-9193065806600851567</id><published>2010-06-07T09:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T10:27:14.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revival.</title><content type='html'>I just have the urge to blog again :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyways, will be going to Plaza Sing today with the six-Faith people. I'll come back again with the photos or whatsoever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so the main reason for this post, is because of my dream (more like nightmare though).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd been dreaming a lot lately. Most don't make sense, some do, some is scary ttm. Like I can dream of living in a home, where the man abuses me! And I'm related to him for goodness sake! Then I can have dreams where I always forget to bring impt. things when I go out, like practically forget my entire bag when I go out. (Said dream always happens, a night before I actually go out)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today, (just a few hours ago, when I'm still deep in my sleep) I had those impacting dreams again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first it was something like the aftermath of breaking up with Bee. It was seriously sad and though I can't remember the details, it's like edged on my mind now ): It's damn scary to dream things like that! (Esp. when Bee was acting weird during the phone call before I sleep. It's scary when he acts weird because it's cause for worry.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after awhile, I was almost raped/molested by men who stood outside my house! Serious! They were like touchy touchy and I had to push them away. I can remember me scattering and scrambling to find my keys and rush in to lock them out. Intense right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I settle down, I found out I wasn't in my house (though clearly, I opened the doors to my house) but in a hostel. At first it was an SP hostel. Then awhile later, it became a TP hostel. (And I don't even think that any of the two polys' have a hostel!) So, the people were like kindda crazy and that is where someone whose name shall not be mentioned, appeared in my dreams. Damn it was weird!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so after that, the scenario totally changed, and I became some weird pretty smart person who was solving I don't know what. Then after that, I'm not sure what happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SEE! Weird dream! I'm like trying to get over it now. (I'm not being dramatic, but the dreams will linger in my head when I wake up!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and my twitter seems to be failing me. The stupid timeline can't show with my username, where else, it works with other people's!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-9193065806600851567?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/9193065806600851567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=9193065806600851567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/9193065806600851567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/9193065806600851567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2010/06/revival.html' title='Revival.'/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-7027918508797267628</id><published>2010-03-28T19:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T19:35:15.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;After having come across a post on someone else's blog, and remembering certain incidents, I feel that the school (staff/admin) reads students blogs. I have no idea how they do it and why they do it, but it's actually super freaky to even go there. Obviously when you post something on your blog, you are telling the ENTIRE WORLD what is going on in your life, but I still can't get over the fact ANYONE (staff/admin) in school would read students blog. I mean, why do they bother to read the sickly disgusting, over mushy, over minor, insignificant blogs of ours? (We're still young, and usually young people just tend to do things and write things they later on regret)&lt;div&gt;Oh well. A pinch of my thoughts.&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 onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs408.snc3/24697_379306493712_340729228712_3503920_2144885_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs408.snc3/24697_379306493712_340729228712_3503920_2144885_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs368.snc3/23693_348436363712_340729228712_3424338_4095516_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 336px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs368.snc3/23693_348436363712_340729228712_3424338_4095516_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs488.ash1/26683_342984648712_340729228712_3409796_6041330_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 377px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs488.ash1/26683_342984648712_340729228712_3409796_6041330_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is what I spent my weekends on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-7027918508797267628?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/7027918508797267628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=7027918508797267628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/7027918508797267628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/7027918508797267628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh.html' title='OH!'/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-1748060818185712947</id><published>2010-03-28T19:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T19:19:14.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn-images.hollywood.com/site/PattinsonRememberMe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 625px; height: 926px;" src="http://cdn-images.hollywood.com/site/PattinsonRememberMe.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, it's good. Not awesome, but good. It left me pondering about life.&lt;div&gt;Everything was just sooo unexpected. And Robert Pattinson really redeemed himself in this show. I mean, he was really worth gaggling in this role, unlike the Edward Cullen role. Emilie de Ravin is just beautiful. They really found good actors to make this show work beautifully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it left me this sad tangling feeling. It's sad you know. Just when things are looking up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-1748060818185712947?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/1748060818185712947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=1748060818185712947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/1748060818185712947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/1748060818185712947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2010/03/remember-me.html' title='Remember Me'/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-2612072107872699605</id><published>2010-03-21T16:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T16:57:24.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I spent my weekends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S3XEraQZjGk/SObwyF9BfQI/AAAAAAAACeU/mj5OlKjGFvA/s400/watch+download+one+tree+hill+episodes+online+season+1+2+3+4+5+6+video+streaming+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S3XEraQZjGk/SObwyF9BfQI/AAAAAAAACeU/mj5OlKjGFvA/s400/watch+download+one+tree+hill+episodes+online+season+1+2+3+4+5+6+video+streaming+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One Tree Hill plus Bee's phone calls made fever slightly more bearable.&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/33739417-2612072107872699605?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/2612072107872699605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=2612072107872699605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/2612072107872699605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/2612072107872699605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-i-spent-my-weekends.html' title='How I spent my weekends.'/><author><name>Sara</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/_S3XEraQZjGk/SObwyF9BfQI/AAAAAAAACeU/mj5OlKjGFvA/s72-c/watch+download+one+tree+hill+episodes+online+season+1+2+3+4+5+6+video+streaming+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33739417.post-7100155541825571840</id><published>2010-03-15T10:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T11:06:46.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PONG PONG SPREE.</title><content type='html'>Damm, I should have taken picture of my beautiful pai. However, didn't win though :P&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, had decommission dinner for Vera last night. Went to Sakura to spam food and photos :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was fun like mad. The food was okay only but the company was awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then right after dinner, went to the grass patch outside D'marque where we played catching and took many many jump shots. It was all very fun and we just kept laughing like mad only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after that, instead of coming home, I made a super last minute decision to go play Mahjong at Vera's house, with Shawn, Christabel, JunGui and baby. At first was just for awhile. But ended up just staying over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So throughout the night, till 3 plus, we played mahjong and I was on a pong pong spree. In fact, all of us were. I even had all the wans once. TOO BAD NO TAI! Irritating not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, about 3, we were all like zombies alr :S so we crashed and burned the minute we were on the bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up at 9plus and just reached home. Bee left so early without saying anything &gt;: well, it's alright, because my body is just protesting for me to stay in this position (with my legs crouched up near my body on the arm rolling chair) for as long as I can. I'm super stiff and achy now!&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 pictures aren't uploaded yet ): Next post then. So busy from here on. I want go shopping! Must plan my schedule properly alr! AIYO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss that boy so much now :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-7100155541825571840?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/7100155541825571840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=7100155541825571840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/7100155541825571840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/7100155541825571840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2010/03/pong-pong-spree.html' title='PONG PONG SPREE.'/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-7796917762228993843</id><published>2010-03-11T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T23:52:12.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, a penny of my thoughts.</title><content type='html'>Okay, so instead of rushing my homework, I was watching the press conference held by Jack Neo and typing this post. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I got so much opinion on this epic affair that is the current topic of Singapore. And after watching the video, I was like; "Ah, wth? This is bullshit."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wife must be either mad or crazy or incredulously forgiving. I mean, she has such a blessed heart and soul to withstand all of this. How can any woman take this kind of betrayal and hurt? The bladey fishballs was toying around, and showing excessive concern for females he works around with! And when you're fifty, it isn't just some minor hang around. It's hardcore cheating. I mean, if my boyfriend was to even talk to some other girl frequently, I'll start feeling discomfort and displeasure. So how she could be able to withstand all this grieve and torture, is beyond me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's worst than this, is he actually brought her to the press conference, and made her go out open in the media like that! I mean, she herself stated this was not her scene. She's only just a woman with a shattered heart. Not some celebrity who can hide emotions and react to absurd questions the media throws their way. She was like closing her eyes because the flash lights were to overwhelming. Didn't the media get the hint? Shows what beasts/dogs the media is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, it's too drama. Like, come on, where did I see this scene before? Then after pondering awhile, it's like "Oh, it's from one of his (Jack Neo) movies!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His wife fainted which was understandable, because of the mad flashlights that was enough to cause intense dizziness and vertigo, but the media was like a swam of bees! I seriously thought such cavemen behavior only appeared in drama serials or movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To top it off, that Ah Nan guy jumped into the picture and yelled like some reckless, loyal but brainless ah beng, and called them to "Zou Kai". That scene was just so, Jack Neo.&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 cannot understand how anyone can do this to their partners?  I mean, just because you're married for such a long period of time, does it mean you can just go out and  find some other person because you're seeking something else? What about commitment? Responsibility? What about your other, who you used to love and treat as the world? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's impossible to love someone every single day. But at the end, there is still love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And even if there was no passion, freshness, or perhaps support that you seek, it doesn't mean you can just go and find someone else to provide you with that, WHEN YOU ARE STILL IN A MARRIAGE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I, for one, am sure that, even if I don't love the person like I use to do so after thirty years, I will still stick through the marriage and provide and do my part. I'll work on what's missing and try to find it and rekindle back what was lost. I mean, it's the only right thing to do. It's something I should do and WANT to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I the only one who thinks this way?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-7796917762228993843?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/7796917762228993843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=7796917762228993843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/7796917762228993843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/7796917762228993843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2010/03/well-penny-of-my-thoughts.html' title='Well, a penny of my thoughts.'/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-7611731614119184589</id><published>2010-02-26T22:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T22:52:13.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in a missing kindda mood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F5lm9W1Gveg/S4fdsFeBk_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/HixKpnB5jI4/s1600-h/DSC02849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F5lm9W1Gveg/S4fdsFeBk_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/HixKpnB5jI4/s320/DSC02849.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442562424152626162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, back tracking a little, this is what I did for my baby. (Cutting of Hershey's. Yeap)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F5lm9W1Gveg/S4fdrh4O_aI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-1l7grIeiFA/s1600-h/DSC02847.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F5lm9W1Gveg/S4fdrh4O_aI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-1l7grIeiFA/s1600-h/DSC02847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F5lm9W1Gveg/S4fdrh4O_aI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-1l7grIeiFA/s320/DSC02847.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442562414598880674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this, is what he did for me. A mega heart-shaped cheesecake which tasted superb like mad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know this proves what a shithole I am, but hey, can't blame me la. He was just too sweet and I'm just too... ...let's leave it at clueless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, then today was all about celebrating Jul and Celine's birthday! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs502.snc3/26373_341534816464_662561464_3306900_2289696_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs502.snc3/26373_341534816464_662561464_3306900_2289696_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hazel was the one who baked the cake and it taste really wonderful! She surprised me, that's for sure.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs482.snc3/26373_341537976464_662561464_3306905_2338230_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs482.snc3/26373_341537976464_662561464_3306905_2338230_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px; " src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs482.snc3/26373_341537976464_662561464_3306905_2338230_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs502.snc3/26373_341541406464_662561464_3306910_1501194_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs502.snc3/26373_341541406464_662561464_3306910_1501194_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs482.snc3/26373_341539416464_662561464_3306909_7280129_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs482.snc3/26373_341539416464_662561464_3306909_7280129_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs482.ash1/26373_341928916464_662561464_3308391_6086496_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs482.ash1/26373_341928916464_662561464_3308391_6086496_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs482.ash1/26373_341930231464_662561464_3308513_5267795_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs482.ash1/26373_341930231464_662561464_3308513_5267795_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was hectic, messy and tiring after school. But the whole deal was worthwhile and it was fun actually, preparing and keeping things under wraps. I kindda enjoyed myself while being busy!&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;Bee isn't answering my calls, and I'm kindda hoping I would have a breakfast date with him tomorrow. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-7611731614119184589?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/7611731614119184589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=7611731614119184589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/7611731614119184589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/7611731614119184589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-in-missing-kindda-mood.html' title='I&apos;m in a missing kindda mood.'/><author><name>Sara</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/_F5lm9W1Gveg/S4fdsFeBk_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/HixKpnB5jI4/s72-c/DSC02849.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33739417.post-5737710244350522572</id><published>2010-02-21T20:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T21:29:39.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POST CNY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I had meant to get this post out since Thursday, but it went no where.&lt;br /&gt;And right now, I guess CNY is way over alr, so what's the point to go into details? Overall, it was okay, since the angbao money I gotten was definitely more than before (Economy improving?) But the people were still the same. Lifeless, fake and unnatural. You know, like you see these distant relatives once every year, they are almost like strangers to you, yet you have to smile nicely to them ):&lt;br /&gt;I know this is just downright wrong, but CNY only means to me so much: New clothes, money, good food.&lt;br /&gt;And to mommy, it only means: splurging of money, hypocritical smiles and a bunch of nothing. (Well, the food part was the only thing she likes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so let's just ignore the first 2 days, and hop to the third :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;But before that, V.DAY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It was amazing, since there was a pretty cool atmosphere that day. You know, with the exchanging of presents and stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And then after school, Baby handed me his house keys, and wanted me to go home and wait for him! To tell you the truth, the minute he handed me the keys, I really felt all fuzzy and touched. It was a blank out moment. I mean, my boyf just handed me the keys to his house leh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;HOWEVER, his mommy was at home (Beyond his predicament). So I ended up waiting at his void-deck for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Turns out, he rushed to Clarissa's house to get my present; a big heart-shaped cheese cake. Again, another blank out moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;First time anyone does that for me, and the feeling was just so blissful and fuzzy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Makes me feel wrenched, because I only cut out heart-shaped Hershey's for him ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Okay, back to the third day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bee came to my house to Bai Nian to mommy. It was epic. So I was like, woke up early, showered and tried to look presentable for him. And when he came, he was a nervous wreck. He was very apprehensive about coming in the first place, saying my main door was the gates to hell, because he was so afraid of my parents. It was hilarious to see him being so polite and nervous at the same time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He stayed for awhile, and mommy and him did manage small conversation. But he was just too nervous to make a good conversation out of this visit. It's quite a pity, since the two of them have so much in common, mommy actually wants to gang up with him and bully me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;After that, we went for lunch together :D Ate at Japanese Gourmet Town. And Bee was being sweeter than usual that day. Occasionally putting his arm around my waist the way I like it. And he was wearing a simple shirt that day with jeans. So it was quite a sight and I stalled with him TILL I WAS LATE FOR MEETING JULIA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The two (Jul and I) of us, went to the arcade and splurge money like no one's business and gotten a really really ugly bear ): But oh well, she thinks it's cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What matter's was the fun right? Yeah, thought so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Then, on Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;went to his house to Bai Nian. His mama cook for me! GOOD FOOD ONLY. it was quite scary to bai nian since like, first time. then his papa at home also!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;but like he said, i'm the one in this relationship with the elephant skin. tsktsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The rest of the days&lt;/span&gt;, were spent with Jul, Hazel, YuHui, XinLing and Celine. They are really awesome company (: Fun ttm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So that's the quick update. Pictures will have to wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Right now, I'm done watching Heroes. Must go do short story review liao. KILL ME ONLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-5737710244350522572?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/5737710244350522572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=5737710244350522572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/5737710244350522572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/5737710244350522572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2010/02/post-cny.html' title='POST CNY'/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-1523607685025030541</id><published>2010-02-08T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:40.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TADA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.goodhousekeeping.com/cm/goodhousekeeping/images/U4/Sally-Hansen-Insta-Dri-2009-Line-fb.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 325px;" src="http://www.goodhousekeeping.com/cm/goodhousekeeping/images/U4/Sally-Hansen-Insta-Dri-2009-Line-fb.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just bought this nail polish in blush pink (the one on the right) for new year. And having used it, it's super nice can!&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;EVEN LAYERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;NO SMUDGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;FAST DRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;AND BEST OF ALL, I CAN DO MY BIG TOE NAIL IN THREE STROKES! THE REST IN ONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a magic express nail polish la! So far I tried many but this particular line from Sally Hansen is really amazing! Even the O.P.I that I tried wasn't as cool as this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm like amazed when I saw the magic it does. (Or maybe my previous nail polishes from Sally Hansen's other line was just too bad)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I'm like really happy over the nail polish and the turquoise blue face shop polish I gotten just, was also very nice to brush. Not as cool as Sally Hansen though.&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;Counting down the days to Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-1523607685025030541?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/1523607685025030541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=1523607685025030541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/1523607685025030541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/1523607685025030541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2010/02/tada.html' title='TADA'/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-6559429271094801024</id><published>2010-02-01T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:40.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You have too much time, if you ever read this.</title><content type='html'>I WANT TO CURL MY HAIR. LIKE DESPERATE. FOR NEW YEAR AT LEAST!&lt;div&gt;I'm like ultra madly regretted re-bonding can. Waste money, now stuck with bush ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I'm suppose to be studying and stuff, but I'm really in the: I'm too tired to give a shit mood. I have like 3 test tomorrow, and I'm not at all concern! Julia called asking me about it, and I guess it irritated me a lot, because I just don't want to talk about tests and work ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really don't give a shit anymore if I fail all of it. Honestly, I don't know what's wrong with me nowadays. NO MOTIVATION ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I miss my boyfriend, whom I do not dare call in case I become a disturbance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I miss times where I'm so free and everyday come home can no need care about work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I miss having able to slack for quite sometime before going home, only to rest properly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I'm sick and tired of everything now ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;ONE FIFTH LIFE CRISIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Desperate to go shopping now! I want get the jeans I planned on getting and I want to get a nice pair of heels! Yeap, you didn't see wrong; I'm going to buy myself a pair of &lt;u&gt;heels&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Who cares if I look like a giant. I don't. I'm a growing young lady and I want my pair of heels. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Urgh, got to start doing my stinky maths work &amp;amp; revision. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;(BTW, NYP project seem to be a little darf now that I think about it. Blame it on the mentor. I'm going SP no matter what. Kill me also don't want get it NYP. Hmph.)&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/33739417-6559429271094801024?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/6559429271094801024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=6559429271094801024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/6559429271094801024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/6559429271094801024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-have-too-much-time-if-you-ever-read.html' title='You have too much time, if you ever read this.'/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-2084649625539408709</id><published>2010-01-31T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:40.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOPPING WITH THE GIRLS.</title><content type='html'>It hit me, that it's the first time, I went on an all-girls shopping trip. Like the last time was with Michael &amp;amp; Co. Then there was the time when I shop with Bee. But never, have I shopped with girls, like I did today. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it was right to 313 with Hazel and Julia :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So nice to go shopping with them. But I guess, because we're like desperate to find things we want, it was kind of a rush and all. Hardly got time to chill around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From 313 went to City Hall. In the end, didn't get much. It was pretty unfruitful, I must say. Well, for Hazel that is. I did get what I intended to. Left the bottom. She only gotten a pair of shorts. Shop so many places and she only did get that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, it was fun la (: But we all agreed, it was better shopping with mommy. Because mommy has unlimited cash. Well, unlimited enough for me to buy things without having to think so much and she gives good input. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I guess this marks the whole moral of the shopping trip. I think the three of us can only do hangouts. Then maybe spot a few nice stuff and go take a look. Because honestly, we already plan things we want buy for CNY we just couldn't find it, and it was really restricting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-2084649625539408709?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/2084649625539408709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=2084649625539408709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/2084649625539408709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/2084649625539408709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2010/01/shopping-with-girls.html' title='SHOPPING WITH THE GIRLS.'/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-1371720910285426680</id><published>2010-01-27T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:40.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STUPID.</title><content type='html'>It's the time of the week where cold sweat breaks out and stress becomes too overpowering.&lt;div&gt;And having capable friends around you isn't helping, because they are so damn capable and smart and right, you feel like the no-brainer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And only today, did I found out I mind being a no-brainer. Its fucked up because when you're like better, you suddenly just lost where you're heading and everything starts to fuzz up. The kind of inferiority is new to me, because, frankly, I'm never that smart, BUT I WAS NEVER THIS DUMB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being labeled pretty intelligent but effing lazy for 14 years of my life, it's scary to suddenly find myself all the way down there. And I'm like becoming even more hardworking! My goodness.&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 don't know, its just, everything doesn't run the way I expect it to anymore. Like, all of the sudden, things change so much and I'm like kena thrown in. I know this sounds like drama all over again; the typical stuff. But I know better; and this time round, this ominous feeling is downright severe; not your atypical kind of problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ARH. IT FUCKS SO MUCH BEING THE STATE I'M IN ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-1371720910285426680?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/1371720910285426680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=1371720910285426680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/1371720910285426680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/1371720910285426680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2010/01/stupid.html' title='STUPID.'/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-1606759368729206491</id><published>2010-01-26T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:40.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bee's BIG day.</title><content type='html'>Well, brought him to Cafe Cartel yesterday :D&lt;div&gt;Had yummy dinner, but I think it was too much, by ordering the stupid chicken wing ): Until so full that he refuse to have desert. (Meant to be his birthday cake lo!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was sooo fun to have dinner with him, because he keeps making me laugh and we talk like non-stop! (Mostly me blabbering. I need to let him talk more, because nowadays, he seems to be listening only!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, went to Popular, to see what we need to get. Bee has a voucher due soon, so he was like, racking his brains on what to buy. So funny la. Walked the entire place until I begged him to go somewhere else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he, being the nice guy even on his birthday, went to Cotton On with me :D Bought a leggings and am loving it, because it's so comfy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, went to Uniqlo :D Where Bee bought a sexy v-neck long sleeve! It clung to his body and honestly, look at him, like suddenly very very hot okay! HAHAS. Like first time see him try clothes in front of me, so it was so new and fun :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bought the shirt for him as birthday present! At least I gotten him something! YAY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was pretty late when we're done, so decided to head home liao (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and I'm known as the taekwondo guy's girlfriend. Hahas. So funny but makes me feel all tingly :D&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/33739417-1606759368729206491?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/1606759368729206491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=1606759368729206491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/1606759368729206491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/1606759368729206491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2010/01/bee-big-day.html' title='Bee&amp;#39;s BIG day.'/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-797728936050164456</id><published>2010-01-19T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:40.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-CxDcNpi7Ew/S1WU0ZFshzI/AAAAAAAAAn4/E_J2K-f4x8I/s1600-h/DSC02820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-CxDcNpi7Ew/S1WU0ZFshzI/AAAAAAAAAn4/E_J2K-f4x8I/s400/DSC02820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428408553673885490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CxDcNpi7Ew/S1WUz650MLI/AAAAAAAAAnw/hg7WGVbgEAU/s1600-h/DSC02824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CxDcNpi7Ew/S1WUz650MLI/AAAAAAAAAnw/hg7WGVbgEAU/s400/DSC02824.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428408545570992306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tada! Photos. Well, two to satisfy and make the page look pretty only (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I didn't reply many of those who wished me happy birthday, but because of them, I was very happy yesterday (: Even the new class, with all the new people, they still made me feel good. All my thanks go out to them.&lt;br /&gt;AND HAZEL &amp;amp; JULIA! Who smsed me right after 12, before 1. They are the most amazing friends :D&lt;br /&gt;Then there's deardear Bee, whom smsed me the next day before lesson, and made lessons bearable to pull through, because I was going to have dinner with him :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at Hei Sushi. Wasn't bad, but too full to eat a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him like crazy for making me laugh so much. He really is sooo impt. in my life (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-797728936050164456?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/797728936050164456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=797728936050164456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/797728936050164456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/797728936050164456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2010/01/birthday.html' title='Birthday.'/><author><name>Sara</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/_-CxDcNpi7Ew/S1WU0ZFshzI/AAAAAAAAAn4/E_J2K-f4x8I/s72-c/DSC02820.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33739417.post-8642948990653712226</id><published>2010-01-17T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:40.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHIONG AR.</title><content type='html'>Went to church with Julia yesterday :D HAPPY ONLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good. For me. Hopefully for her too (:&lt;br /&gt;I loved the sermon and DOUBLE LOVED the time of worship. The song keep running in my head (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since yesterday was french braid day, all the girls were expected to tie that (: So against mommy's wishes, I tied a messy french braid in the taxi on my way there! :D&lt;br /&gt;I love french braids so much now, but it spoils my hair soo much too ): I'll have curly hair every time I tie french braids :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, had to leave early cuz of project work. Met them at Tanah Merah and went to Changi.&lt;br /&gt;Found out my laptop is completely useless. I'm so going to ask for a new one! SOON! PINKPINKPINK! Red is nice too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So drafted out quickly on paper and then it was off to bugis to eat. A little waste time, but I had fun, so who cares :D&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat at Manhattan fish market! Good soup! HAHAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND IT WAS OFF TO THE ARCADE!&lt;br /&gt;Played many rounds of the photofun thing; where you have to spot the difference :D I love that game so much, Imma go back to iluma soon and go to that tornado arcade :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had so much fun with the guys!&lt;br /&gt;(I think I feel better having guy friends than girl friends. I'm DEFINITELY not a tomboy and seldom the girly girl, all that it is, is that I think it's easier to communicate with guys because as a friend, guys are sooooo simple. Am I weird?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, tomorrow is a new week, and my big day :D Meeting Bee for dinner :D&lt;br /&gt;First off, I need to energize for the hectic week ahead first! GOGOGO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In God, I find my strength.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-8642948990653712226?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/8642948990653712226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=8642948990653712226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/8642948990653712226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/8642948990653712226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2010/01/chiong-ar.html' title='CHIONG AR.'/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-2967626858585558831</id><published>2010-01-16T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:40.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIDAY IS MY FAVOURITE DAY NOW</title><content type='html'>After school, Bee called me out for lunch :D&lt;br /&gt;Julia, Matthew, Lionel, ZhiHong and JingLin came along too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after the hectic week, to be able to sit down for lunch with my dearest boyfriend and friends, I feel super happy. Like, at least, I'm working all the days, to look forward for the weekend. Reminds me of the sermon on Sabbath. Really get it now. You must work hard to make the rest worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went to Julia's house.&lt;br /&gt;Played cards for awhile before Wii. And I found out Julia's younger brother has a creepified crush on me. It's scary really, when I know it and he stares at me like that. Julia said he wants to marry me when he grows up. Usually, I'd think it's amazingly cute. But in this case, it's really scary, because he wants to hantam my boyfriend and he isn't all that of a lovely 5 year old.&lt;br /&gt;Bee just laughed ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least when I gave him the "you're being really mean" look, I'm rewarded with kisses :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went to his house and met him mommy (!!!) for awhile before heading to dinner with the entire Hai Sing Cell :D&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was real good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bringing Julia to Church today :D Then it's meeting up with Project peeps :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-2967626858585558831?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/2967626858585558831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=2967626858585558831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/2967626858585558831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/2967626858585558831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2010/01/friday-is-my-favourite-day-now.html' title='FRIDAY IS MY FAVOURITE DAY NOW'/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-6037306673457685838</id><published>2010-01-14T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:40.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Draw the life out of me.</title><content type='html'>I'm super tired ):&lt;br /&gt;Like really veryvery tired. Physically and psychologically&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this week, highlights of my day have been getting out, doing things, spending time with precious people in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT NOWADAYS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of my day is to have accomplished my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously have no life now. Not that I want, but I really have no other choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's super draining trying to meet deadlines, be awake and attentive during class, deciding which tuition to go to, more deadlines, quizzes coming up, and in between trying to find some spare time to spend with every single one, not wanting to miss any of them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I even need to tell myself to breathe, because amidst all that, I really forgotten I had to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with Project I coming up, my schedule is becoming tighter ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want my life to be like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-6037306673457685838?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/6037306673457685838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=6037306673457685838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/6037306673457685838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/6037306673457685838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2010/01/draw-life-out-of-me.html' title='Draw the life out of me.'/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-6128691188764567220</id><published>2010-01-10T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:40.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iFXpdJ5iAek&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iFXpdJ5iAek&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really is amazing and reaches out so deeply to see a two year old sing and worship like that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-6128691188764567220?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/6128691188764567220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=6128691188764567220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/6128691188764567220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/6128691188764567220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2010/01/amazing.html' title='Amazing.'/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-4920868153145979109</id><published>2010-01-08T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:40.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOING TO TAUNT ALL NIGHT.</title><content type='html'>Well, not sure if it's consider taunt, if I'm home watching You're beautiful. But who cares. I'm not even sure I gotten the spelling right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today was relatively good (: I think the start of the day was okay :D&lt;br /&gt;Skipped recess to watch the performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bee found a phone to sms me with and asked me to lunch. So imagine, after 2 days++ I get to receive this message and he ask me for lunch. I was like super elated. But excitement just wear me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo's : &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#/album.php?aid=137015&amp;amp;id=662561464&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/#/album.php?aid=137015&amp;amp;id=662561464&amp;amp;ref=mf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1031125591&amp;amp;ref=search&amp;amp;sid=649009455.2062163677..1#/album.php?aid=137015&amp;amp;id=662561464&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-4920868153145979109?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/4920868153145979109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=4920868153145979109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/4920868153145979109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/4920868153145979109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2010/01/going-to-taunt-all-night.html' title='GOING TO TAUNT ALL NIGHT.'/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-2556273264107756279</id><published>2010-01-07T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:40.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gym</title><content type='html'>Well, the title says a lot. Bee must be shocked and his eye balls may pop out if he heard I went to the gym for the first time in my life today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cool to the max, and even though everyone ended up backing out and only me and Julia were there, it was good. I think it actually is better than having so many of them around.&lt;br /&gt;We were like two goon-do. Make ours look malu and all, but who gives a shit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even was holding onto my powerpuff girl face towel! So heck with looking like a foolish ass.&lt;br /&gt;But Julia was seriously epic when she tried some stuff and made thunderous booming sounds with the weights! (She is so going to chop me if she sees this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out, I really am not a runner. The treadmill can kill me man! It keeps reducing speed, because at speed 5, my heart rate was like 167? OMG. It scared me that my heart beat was beating at such a high rate, while Julia's was like 149? It's darn scary, especially since, I feel okay. I don't know why, perhaps OTH's influence, I'm like afraid I suffer some cardiac arrest or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the rest were okay. &amp;amp; It was such an experience. (Drooling one at that, the guys there are so my type. HAHAS. Like Hazel says; the athletic category)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After gym, went to Subway for dinner. I was shoving the sandwich down like I've not eaten in days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for Julia to upload the gazillion pictures (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-2556273264107756279?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/2556273264107756279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=2556273264107756279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/2556273264107756279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/2556273264107756279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2010/01/gym.html' title='Gym'/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-9209701568043819515</id><published>2010-01-04T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:40.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POST 330</title><content type='html'>I'm seriously fucked up with my photoshop. I can't use it, and I desperately need it now, because I need to make this layout thingy or I can't get the show rolling ): Like, I'm stuck here ):&lt;br /&gt;VERY SAD. Bee tried his best to help. But my photoshop is like screwier than rest ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today is back-to-school Day One.&lt;br /&gt;I don't see myself jamming with those peeps in my class, because seriously, I know what I am and where I am, vice versa. Like, two different status quo one. It just will not click, ever. Yeap, it's this severe. Plus, the usual gang and I are still pretty close knitted. So that's good (:&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least Hazel is being real funny and such a fun to be around in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dearest Julia got me candies! Hahas. Bee loves them apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school went to eat at Just Asia with the usual gang. It's good to have such time. ZhiHong suggest to go Subway tomorrow! It's damm hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;After that slack awhile, before going to find Bee (: Even the one hour only with him was so good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-9209701568043819515?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/9209701568043819515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=9209701568043819515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/9209701568043819515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/9209701568043819515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2010/01/post-330.html' title='POST 330'/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-4711001829207313141</id><published>2010-01-03T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:40.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little rant/lecture about smiles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you notice, everyone smiles differently. There are many different kinds of smile.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like smiles that have to do with teeth: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There's the "I'll show no teeth smile", then there is the "bare my teeth smile". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then smiles that has to do with emotions and features:&lt;br /&gt;1) "I'm laughing and smiling at the same time because I feel damm happy"&lt;br /&gt;2) "I'm smiling just for the picture"&lt;br /&gt;3) "I'm smiling just to act cute"&lt;br /&gt;4) "I'm smiling but I don't really feel like a smile mood"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then those that are for pictorial purposes:&lt;br /&gt;Some people "smile this way because I cannot smile other way",  and others "smile this way because it's the prettiest"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly:&lt;br /&gt;are pressed lips which idiotic people take as smiles. For haven's sake, it's not even a curve and you take it as a smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I for one, have a not so very pretty smile, because when I smile, I sometimes bare my gum. But most of the time, I have the "bare my teeth smile" and the "I'm laughing and smiling at the same time because I feel damm happy" smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I reviewed my photos, to have clear concrete evidence that this article(or whatever it is) is factual, I came to know, I use to be an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, laugh and say all sorts of stuff, because I was young then. And young people have the alibi to be dumb; in the sense, that I press my lips together and purse it, instead of a proper smile. But I also came to notice, I must be a pretty good idiot, because the pursed lips still curves and it actually shows how happy I am, despite the pathetic excuse of a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm on this topic, I happen to see X's photos (which is actually what inspires me to write this). And the first thing that came to my mind, was "Oh goodness, help save this girl!"&lt;br /&gt;Why so, you ask? Well, just look at what kind of smile(I'm not even sure it still is) she has for not one, but all her photos! Her photos all show her doing the same lip pressing thing, and the thing is her eyes don't show that she is smiling! So what is she doing, taking pictures and acting like she is? Oh well, maybe she isn't smiling for the picture anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about eyes, a genuine smile reaches up to the eyes, so it's pretty easy to tell what the hell you're doing or feeling, just by looking at the pictures (: No wonder they say eyes are windows to the soul; or something like that. Even artist and celebs all around, when you look at the pictures, it's easy to tell whether they are really genuinely smiling or just for the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried doing what X did, but I just can't reach whatever she achieved, because as hard as I pressed my lips, it still curves and I still see a smile, because my cheeks are lifted. So, I must say, she must have talent for whatever she is doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, oh goodness, I really hope X grows up soon, and notice what the hell she is doing. Because when I look at my pathetic excuses, I feel like such a fool, I wish someone had told me what I was doing before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm glad that I grew out of that, and even though my smile must be pretty weird, it's a smile and it really reaches to my very soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to support whatever I'm saying, I made sure I gotten my facts right, so I Wikipedia it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Smile"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Smile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so this marks the end of the lecture on smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your time, goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-4711001829207313141?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/4711001829207313141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=4711001829207313141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/4711001829207313141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/4711001829207313141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2010/01/little-rantlecture-about-smiles.html' title='A little rant/lecture about smiles'/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-8894661402861322196</id><published>2010-01-03T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:40.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG SMILES TO TAKE HOME</title><content type='html'>Finally, after the whole of 2009, I went for my first service in 2010. It's been sooo long.&lt;br /&gt;And it's awesomely good. Sermon about the parables of sower really spoke to me. So cheeros for the sermon! Worship was even better.&lt;br /&gt;After dinner had a good time during cell. I'm so going to try to find that song.&lt;br /&gt;Took plentiful of pictures after cell, which are all in FB and I'm really lazy to rob those pictures and put it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm thinking of forgoing iPod and get myself a camera instead. It's damm irritating that I do not have a proper camera. I'm going to bug daddy for one :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not looking forward to school, but I'm going to greet it with a big smile on my face (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-8894661402861322196?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/8894661402861322196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=8894661402861322196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/8894661402861322196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/8894661402861322196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2010/01/big-smiles-to-take-home.html' title='BIG SMILES TO TAKE HOME'/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-1791385781108524586</id><published>2009-12-30T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:40.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little sprinkle of updates.</title><content type='html'>Went on a quarter class gathering on Monday. It was just a few of us, the casual group. A few others of the usual gang couldn't make it. I must say it was fun. Caught Avatar again and it was pretty stupid ):&lt;br /&gt;Watched them played bowling and it was just that. Not much I must say. Better than nothing though. Miss them all and it was good to meet up. My contacts popped out so I guess I looked stupid with the glasses and goggles. What to do?&lt;br /&gt;I'm asking daddy for a new frame soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Credits to Debbie for the pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-CxDcNpi7Ew/SzsduVdNvzI/AAAAAAAAAm4/hRfQQcPo97I/s1600-h/Class+Outing+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-CxDcNpi7Ew/SzsduVdNvzI/AAAAAAAAAm4/hRfQQcPo97I/s400/Class+Outing+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420959258341392178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-CxDcNpi7Ew/SzsdtwmRlhI/AAAAAAAAAmw/X87aFGZQwSw/s1600-h/Class+Outing+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-CxDcNpi7Ew/SzsdtwmRlhI/AAAAAAAAAmw/X87aFGZQwSw/s400/Class+Outing+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420959248447280658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CxDcNpi7Ew/SzsdtoPbfnI/AAAAAAAAAmo/9gr6SNISPzA/s1600-h/Class+Outing+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CxDcNpi7Ew/SzsdtoPbfnI/AAAAAAAAAmo/9gr6SNISPzA/s400/Class+Outing+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420959246203977330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-CxDcNpi7Ew/SzsdtRnhzfI/AAAAAAAAAmg/omJslrAWuhA/s1600-h/Class+Outing+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-CxDcNpi7Ew/SzsdtRnhzfI/AAAAAAAAAmg/omJslrAWuhA/s400/Class+Outing+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420959240131038706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-CxDcNpi7Ew/SzsdtHufi0I/AAAAAAAAAmY/hGEw12_CAw0/s1600-h/Class+Outing+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-CxDcNpi7Ew/SzsdtHufi0I/AAAAAAAAAmY/hGEw12_CAw0/s400/Class+Outing+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420959237475896130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday, I went for rebonding(is this how you spell it?) with momma. It was frigging long I tell you. And despite me bringing a book along, I didn't get to read it, because I couldn't see without my specs. Stupid contacts for failing me once again. But oh well, I kindda think the time was worth the results. At least while it lasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This, was before:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-CxDcNpi7Ew/Szsg997pP6I/AAAAAAAAAno/C3X5eSxDu-8/s1600-h/DSC02647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-CxDcNpi7Ew/Szsg997pP6I/AAAAAAAAAno/C3X5eSxDu-8/s400/DSC02647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420962825439362978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the best I could find, since I've not been camwhoring(or taking pictures) for a long time. I didn't bother to rake out and save or whatever of the 2E4 chalet pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This, is after:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-CxDcNpi7Ew/SzsfbABSbMI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/CHF83QjWv74/s1600-h/DSC02779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-CxDcNpi7Ew/SzsfbABSbMI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/CHF83QjWv74/s400/DSC02779.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420961125192854722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CxDcNpi7Ew/SzsfaqHPisI/AAAAAAAAAnI/rq6hcDA7JTQ/s1600-h/DSC02778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CxDcNpi7Ew/SzsfaqHPisI/AAAAAAAAAnI/rq6hcDA7JTQ/s400/DSC02778.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420961119312251586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-CxDcNpi7Ew/SzsfaUA5pUI/AAAAAAAAAnA/lIZN40gJLrU/s1600-h/DSC02774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-CxDcNpi7Ew/SzsfaUA5pUI/AAAAAAAAAnA/lIZN40gJLrU/s400/DSC02774.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420961113380070722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so much nicer yesterday. Like after one night sleep and although I tried hard not to toss and turn, it still is kind of messed up ): Like when I look at it now, I really don't see much of a difference except it's slightly smoother and softer. I'm begging my lucky stars that it won't start to twist/curl/whatever at the ends.&lt;br /&gt;At least no more bed hair ;D I can just comb and step out of the house without much of a hassle. Well, for what it's worth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-1791385781108524586?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/1791385781108524586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=1791385781108524586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/1791385781108524586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/1791385781108524586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/12/little-sprinkle-of-updates.html' title='A little sprinkle of updates.'/><author><name>Sara</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/_-CxDcNpi7Ew/SzsduVdNvzI/AAAAAAAAAm4/hRfQQcPo97I/s72-c/Class+Outing+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33739417.post-5859460841428930663</id><published>2009-12-27T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:40.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-x'mas post.</title><content type='html'>So x'mas(the actual day) this year was pretty uneventful, seeing how I spent it at home with True Blood episodes and a bad cramp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boxing day was alright, because of the visit to my aunt's house. Though most of the people there I have no idea who. But well, better than nothing and you cannot ask for too much right?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm starting on One Tree Hill. It's effing good. And I soon want to finish watching the entire thing soon!&lt;br /&gt;Chad Michael Murray is like this freaking hot guy. Used to like him so damm much, when I was a kid watching Cinderella Story. Like when after I watch that movie, I was so damm in love with him, it's pretty crazy. My very first crush! Yes, Chad Michael Murray is my very first crush. Except that time, I didn't know what crush was. I just liked him so much. But after awhile, when the fantasy died down, I moved on. But when I watch One Tree Hill, it's like ga-ga all over again. He's 31 alr and I can't even tell 0.0 Old, but hot like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this turns to a crazed about Chad Michael Murray post, I went out with Bee today. He returned and called me straight away(:&lt;br /&gt;Met for dinner and coffee :D He bought donuts for me and my family :D&lt;br /&gt;He's damm sweet to come find me straight away. He just refuse to take any credit though ):&lt;br /&gt;Made me laugh so much too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home, and watched the Sunflower show on Channel U. It's good! Like real good. The actors and actresses are like so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once again, Singapore Idol Season 3 ends up being a male. It's like customary alr :s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-5859460841428930663?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/5859460841428930663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=5859460841428930663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/5859460841428930663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/5859460841428930663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/12/post-x-post.html' title='Post-x&amp;#39;mas post.'/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-360643864463348717</id><published>2009-12-24T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:40.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ORCHARD WAS PACKED MAD.</title><content type='html'>It was super crowded yesterday, with people doing last minute shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went to Orchard with Bee for early x'mas dinner because he 25th going to Batam.&lt;br /&gt;Finally did go to ION, but nothing much there, because it's for effing rich people to shop one. Like everything is designed for them and not me.&lt;br /&gt;When I stepped out of MRT station and into ION, I saw Rubi, and a few familiar shops around. So I was like, "Not so bad like other people describe what. Still can afford below 150$ one." Then Bee warned that perhaps the lower floors are cheaper stuff and the top levels are more expensive. He's so right man. As we go higher and higher, the prices of things escalate higher too.&lt;br /&gt;Bee take it as motivation to earn big bucks next time, while I feel it's torture, because either I marry him, who hopefully becomes very rich or I got to squeeze and save just to get something from there. I don't know what kind of job I'll end up with, but to find something I enjoy, rather easy working hours and high pay, seems so impossible. And all of a sudden, Bee seems more certain about his future career than I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after we walked around ION and faced a very mad foreign person,  we went to Wheelock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Okay, I shall pause and tell you of the story of TWG. HAHAS. Made Bee fuming mad. So what happened was, we went to this tea shop, I think it's TWG tea, can't remember. They have really great sachets and tea leaves, so Bee wanted to get for his daddy. We pondered over the box and tin ones. And Bee was curious how much the tin one cost. Because if it's over 50$ we won't need to dine after that. So when we go ahead and ask the person behind the desk where the scales are, he has this funny accent which I can't put my finger on. I couldn't catch 4/5 of the things he said, and Bee kept asking "Ta jiang she me?" [what did he say?] I couldn't help but want to laugh and it's so frustrating we have to just walk away because we didn't understand his accent. Bee wanted to get it badly, but he wasn't even able to instruct the guy properly. So in the end left feeling rather pissed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so walked around Wheelock and went to Borders. Bee was viewing some Chinese Revolution stuff around that section and noticed I was getting restless. He said that 7year old mentality like mine should be getting really bored so let's go see what I want to. In my defense, I told him not to be surprise, his girlfriend may just end up a historian. He just laughed -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Taka after Wheelock and went to find the Japanese F&amp;amp;B. Walked around and snacked before heading to Paragon.&lt;br /&gt;At Paragon, Bee got so hungry, he decided to just quickly find food. So we ended up going to some IDK what name Japanese restaurant. Well, it wasn't that bad, but it wasn't that good either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we went to see the lights, and it's pretty (: Walked back to ION before roaming around at places that make me feel like a fish out of water. &amp;amp; went into Sephora. Reminding me I better get foundation soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to just head back since there's no spot to sit and ION is really too expensive for us to walk anymore. Then went to Tampines' to settle for coffee.&lt;br /&gt;Ended up at Coffee Bean where we exchanged presents :D Bee gave me a silver ring that is slightly too fitting on the middle finger but perfect on the ring finger :D I'm being real delicate with it though. Heehees.&lt;br /&gt;Then sat there and talk for longlong time before heading home (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have took tonnes of pictures including my present, but I guess the camera part slipped my mind ): Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, did I mention, "I saw mommy kissing Santa Claus" song is stuck in my head :D&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I'm trying to chiong in Pet Society and get all the clearance items :D HAHAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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/33739417-360643864463348717?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/360643864463348717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=360643864463348717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/360643864463348717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/360643864463348717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/12/orchard-was-packed-mad.html' title='ORCHARD WAS PACKED MAD.'/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-5540584162967224270</id><published>2009-12-22T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:40.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, have I mentioned, I always seem to get lost at Orchard? Think I'll have to go analyze the place before going :o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-5540584162967224270?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/5540584162967224270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=5540584162967224270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/5540584162967224270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/5540584162967224270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-have-i-mentioned-i-always-seem-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-5674640742719654198</id><published>2009-12-22T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:40.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally did went out yesterday to get my textbooks.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, it's so sickening, to be along kiasu mother's rushing there to get books. I even saw a momma buying assessment books for her to-be P1 child. I mean, he's not even in school yet, and you want to buy those killers alr? Goodness. Popular was crazily crowded yesterday, but oh well, what to do. Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I finally gotten some Xmas shopping done (: Priority list settled. Now to see whether Daddy will be generous and splash some money on me this festive season. I asked for 50. Let's hope he'll be nice and gimme more. After all, those money will somehow return to him in another form :o     (Yeah, I'm using his money to do last minute shopping for momma, didi and him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the money has to go through mommy, so I guess when it comes down to me, I'll only get like 40? Mommy is being extremely irritating these days ): All sorts of ways to get under my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas will come 2 days earlier for me. We're(Bee &amp;amp; I) still fickle about where to go eat. Suggestions (Somewhere in Orchard)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgotten my primary purpose to start this post, so, I'll end it right here :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-5674640742719654198?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/5674640742719654198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=5674640742719654198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/5674640742719654198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/5674640742719654198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-finally-did-went-out-yesterday-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-4782471272886967750</id><published>2009-12-19T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:40.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Definitely.</title><content type='html'>The Last Song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="653" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SO4olTo_Hbk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SO4olTo_Hbk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="653" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited about this, although it's a Miley Cyrus movie. I don't think I can stay disliking her for long. It's airing around April 2010? It's a must watch alr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When In Rome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="653" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JHS7EyzszeU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JHS7EyzszeU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="653" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another must watch, airing around February 2010 in SG. Starring Kristen Bell :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-4782471272886967750?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/4782471272886967750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=4782471272886967750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/4782471272886967750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/4782471272886967750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/12/definitely.html' title='Definitely.'/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-3483825637376375155</id><published>2009-12-18T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:40.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review? Again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.reelmovienews.com/images/gallery/avatar-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 502px; height: 752px;" src="http://static.reelmovienews.com/images/gallery/avatar-movie-poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; YAY! I caught another show the first day it's widely aired :D (Caught it after lunch at Bee's place.) It's kick ass good, I think even better than 2012.&lt;br /&gt;We caught the 3D one, and the money is well spent. The effects were really pretty, plus wearing the goggles to catch the movie was cool. The 3D feel is really fantastic lurs.&lt;br /&gt;I could almost touch the jellyfish and feel the ash flying my way. (Fine, so I'm like a kid who never watch 3D shows. The last I caught was Spy Kids, when I was I don't know, 7?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wallpaperez.info/wallpaper/movie/Avatar-wallpaper-2000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 503px; height: 377px;" src="http://www.wallpaperez.info/wallpaper/movie/Avatar-wallpaper-2000.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g35/Erika_PLJ/art/thAvatar640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 269px;" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g35/Erika_PLJ/art/thAvatar640.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girl in the show(which I complete have no idea what her funny navi name is) looks really weird. And her cries are terrible. Like some cat with furball(Although, I have no idea how a cat with furball will sound like.)&lt;br /&gt;But I really love her smile, even though it's like some blue-ish I don't know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love how they eventually fell in love, and her character. Bee just likes Michelle Rodriguez because she's hot.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wallpapers10.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/Avatar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 508px; height: 405px;" src="http://www.wallpapers10.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/Avatar.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://battleoflongtan.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/sam-worthington-t4-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 470px; height: 453px;" src="http://battleoflongtan.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/sam-worthington-t4-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam Worthington (a.k.a Jake Sully in the show) is like a perfect match for his role (: I think he's good-looking for his age.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, went back to Bee's house for awhile. Played 2 person tai-tee. I think I was pretty cranky, so well, he had a hard time I guess. I think lately, I'm making life difficult for him, and honestly, its not like I want to, I just am ): I'll blame it on PMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we Google the show, to find out that they spent est. about $237mil. I really can't wait to see it's revenue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, after treating him so bad this entire day, I miss Bee so much now. I have no idea what is wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mommy keeps pressing me to do maths, it gets so irritating.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-3483825637376375155?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/3483825637376375155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=3483825637376375155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/3483825637376375155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/3483825637376375155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/12/movie-review-again.html' title='Movie Review? Again.'/><author><name>Sara</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://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g35/Erika_PLJ/art/th_thAvatar640.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33739417.post-2996243788669611171</id><published>2009-12-17T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:40.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My brother is being an ass by saying me blasting some sceamo music as form of irritating noise. What he doesn't know, is that the music is meant to drown out his voice, because he keeps buzzing by my ear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-2996243788669611171?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/2996243788669611171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=2996243788669611171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/2996243788669611171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/2996243788669611171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-brother-is-being-ass-by-saying-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-1770717796094222492</id><published>2009-12-17T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:40.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think it has been long.</title><content type='html'>Well, yesterday, went to find my dear boy because I think we needed that. I mean, last I remember I've not seen him for a very long time. (About a week+, so maybe I'm exaggerating, but it felt long!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take away mac to his house, and he told me off for being a dumbass. I bought an Ala-Carte burger for $3.45 when I can get a meal for $4.50.&lt;br /&gt;The thing was, I could pass it off with : "I didn't want the fries or the drink"&lt;br /&gt;But after I stepped into his house, I wanted the meal badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we just slacked around, video roamed on youtube, played House of Dead III :D before I complained I was hungry and started eating.&lt;br /&gt;Right after, we just sat in front of the rectangular monitor and watch half of "Cloudy with a chance of meatballs". In the end because after crashing and my constant bugging to go swimming, we left it halfway done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, went swimming. As in proper swimming for once and not the waddling around in WWW.&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to actually just soaked and do crappy frog style swimming along the width of the pool. I'm an ugly, disgraceful, low stamina swimmer, that I admit. But it felt good to actually be swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a lot of Malays there yesterday and the pool were like flooded with Malays (Okay, the pool was flooded with tonnes of people, but mostly Malay boys) and swimming became difficult with everyone swimming in weird directions. So ended up by the side talking. Bee for once, didn't even swim a full lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After max of 1 1/2 hours, decided to go makan. Went to fish &amp;amp; co. for our customary meal after a swim(that ALWAYS includes fries).&lt;br /&gt;I came to notice that only Fish&amp;amp;Co. cares about decorating the place on different festives.&lt;br /&gt;They made the place look wonderful on Halloween and their doing an absolutely great job making the place look pretty for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we kind of sat for a long while to talk. We even witnessed drama at the next table.&lt;br /&gt;[Some fat girl suddenly cried and her boyfriend, a tall better league boyfriend had to go over and comfort her? When I brought this up to Bee, he said this kind of girl problematic. So I'm not that bad. At least most of the time, my tears are solely bounded in the compound of my serene bathroom. Plus, I cry for more impt. things like pure frustration.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went to catch a bus(literally) and got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I tried hard to remember what I wanted to blog, but I somehow (after the dramatic story of the girl) forgotten what else there is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-1770717796094222492?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/1770717796094222492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=1770717796094222492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/1770717796094222492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/1770717796094222492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-think-it-has-been-long.html' title='I think it has been long.'/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-8311378610977860484</id><published>2009-12-11T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:40.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Justin Bieber</title><content type='html'>OH! DID I MENTION THAT MY BROTHER LIKES JUSTIN BIEBER! He likes Taylor Swift more, but well, at least some guy like Justin Bieber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSSST. Bee is just prejudice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-8311378610977860484?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/8311378610977860484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=8311378610977860484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/8311378610977860484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/8311378610977860484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/12/justin-bieber.html' title='Justin Bieber'/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-2854135570650831492</id><published>2009-12-11T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:40.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess and the frog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.webwombat.com.au/entertainment/movies/images/trailer-princess-and-the-frog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 548px;" src="http://www.webwombat.com.au/entertainment/movies/images/trailer-princess-and-the-frog.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.filmschoolrejects.com/images/princessandthefrogconcept1-580x322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 580px; height: 322px;" src="http://www.filmschoolrejects.com/images/princessandthefrogconcept1-580x322.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so a little update I guess. I just came to notice all I've ever got to do is watch this show after that show. All my posts has been some advert or something on good shows/movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch Princess and the Frog today, at Shaw (Century Square's) because GV doesn't have it, which is just weird, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, given out of 10, it's a about 7-8 show :D Really like how the fireworks, colors and all that pink and blue stuff. It's quite sweet :D&lt;br /&gt;(Oh, and I notice the cinema is filled with kids! Like 4/5 of the cinema! But I guess, since it's a Walt Disney, it's only predictable.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love happy endings. So it's pretty much "AWWW".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough about the show. Being out with mommy, has it's advantages. I gotten a pretty sweet necklace and managed to walk around and rent a book too. Seee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(She's staring right at my post, so as tough as I'm trying to keep this post interesting, it's really weird, cause when someone's staring, you really can't do much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot use okay because she has like comments about it. 0.0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-2854135570650831492?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/2854135570650831492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=2854135570650831492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/2854135570650831492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/2854135570650831492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/12/princess-and-frog.html' title='Princess and the frog.'/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-5568703180432609224</id><published>2009-12-09T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:40.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heroes Marathon</title><content type='html'>So yeap, I was at it again. For 2 days straight, Ive been watching Heroes, episode after episodes. And the thing is, it never gets dull (:&lt;br /&gt;See, this kind of supernatural voodoo, flying, power thing really gets to me, so naturally, I was glued to my relatively small computer screen for more than 24 hours, just so I can catch up and eventually, move on to the next Season :D I'm currently faster than the stupid tv (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.scifiscoop.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/heroes_season_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 429px; height: 268px;" src="http://www.scifiscoop.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/heroes_season_4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/8000000/Heroes-Season-4-Promos-heroes-8090057-333-500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/8000000/Heroes-Season-4-Promos-heroes-8090057-333-500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ando and Hiro set-up a company called Dial A Hero and it's really quite hilarious how all they ever do is save cats. But I really love how Ando and Hiro's sister got together :D&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bscreview.com/wp-content/gallery/heroes-season-6-promo/heroes-season-6-claire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 469px; height: 312px;" src="http://www.bscreview.com/wp-content/gallery/heroes-season-6-promo/heroes-season-6-claire.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OCHjaVLUHQs/SwK6R8RTY2I/AAAAAAAAAMU/qLrhR1RDwuQ/s1600/heroes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 411px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OCHjaVLUHQs/SwK6R8RTY2I/AAAAAAAAAMU/qLrhR1RDwuQ/s1600/heroes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l312/cptcomet/Heroes%20Chronicles/Season%202/heroes-season-2-cast-promo-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 457px; height: 349px;" src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l312/cptcomet/Heroes%20Chronicles/Season%202/heroes-season-2-cast-promo-4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, in Heroes, apparently, my eye-candy is the sick ass, but incredulously cute Gabriel Gray aka, Sylar. Don't ask me why I like the bad guy who cuts peoples head up just to tap into their power, because I myself have no idea. But if you really are a watcher of all episodes like me, you'll actually see what a poor ass he is. He's like always so lost and finding answers to who he really is, because when he was young, he's son of an ass father killed his mother right in front of him and abandoned him. Then there's the part where he thought he found his family who happens to be the Petrelis, but in the end, turned out to be a scam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the part where he used to love Elle. Too bad she died. I'm trying to recall whether he was the killer or not. I think he did. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only sad thing, is that Zachary Quinto's eyebrows are like an evil inverted eight ): I guess, you can't ask for too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/8/8e/Zachary_Quinto_Shankbone_2009_Tribeca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 447px; height: 592px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/8/8e/Zachary_Quinto_Shankbone_2009_Tribeca.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See! Don't you think if he isn't such a bad ass in the show, you'll love him too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://scottking.info/Pics/sylar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 438px; height: 512px;" src="http://scottking.info/Pics/sylar.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-5568703180432609224?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/5568703180432609224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=5568703180432609224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/5568703180432609224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/5568703180432609224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/12/heroes-marathon.html' title='Heroes Marathon'/><author><name>Sara</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/_OCHjaVLUHQs/SwK6R8RTY2I/AAAAAAAAAMU/qLrhR1RDwuQ/s72-c/heroes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33739417.post-8915304903709031282</id><published>2009-12-03T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:40.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complete adoration</title><content type='html'>Alright, so yesterday early in the morning around 9.15a.m, Bee called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Where are you now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Umm...at home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Do you know what time are we meeting for breakfast?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yeah, 9.45"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "What are you doing now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I just woke up and still on the bed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He practically sighed and said he was going back to sleep for another 15mins, because I'll confirm be late.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, because I told him to take his time, he was the one that came at 10.10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ate the Super Breakfast in haste and shoved it down my throat. When I finished mine, I was like; "Bee, quick, we're going to be late for the movie, quick! I'm going to pour the honey on your pancake and mess it up if you continue to play with the butter!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he was really pissed because I rushed him and he didn't finish his pancake :P&lt;br /&gt;Plus, he thought the show was dumb. So, I guess he was a grumpy man for quite a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I think it wasn't all that bad because I actually am a fan of the books. But compared to the books, the movie was a let down ):&lt;br /&gt;First off, why on earth must they put so much white powder on Robert Pattinson? He look like some white freak. Even whiter than a corpse can! He was suppose to be gobsmacked hot ass as displayed in the books but the movie just make Edward Cullen look like some psychopath freak ):&lt;br /&gt;They made every vampire look freakishly white &amp;amp; ugly ): Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Well, but I do like how they depicted Alice Cullen :D &amp;amp; I love how Taylor Lautner takes up the role of Jacob Black :D&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so after finally watching New Moon, I must admit, I am bias towards the show and actually, it isn't all that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went to WeiKiat's house and played Mahjong :D I won like many rounds :D &amp;amp; It makes me happy (:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, went to Bee's place to watch Cloverfield. &amp;amp; It's creepy on all levels. But I got over that. And I guess I was actually feeling uncomfortable already, so crashed for awhile with Bee (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home, feeling horrid and found out I was burning at 38.0.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really enjoy having fever since I had such a terrible night because I was feeling too horrid to sleep well. But when morning came, I think I enjoyed being sick because I was like lying around in bed the entire day and no one gives a shit because I'm allowed to be lazy when I'm sick :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus mommy was being nice by leaving me alone to feel comfortable. (:&lt;br /&gt;Bee also called numerous times to keep me company when I felt bored but am too physically tired to do anything (:&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping and lazying around had never been so good (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-8915304903709031282?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/8915304903709031282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=8915304903709031282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/8915304903709031282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/8915304903709031282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/12/complete-adoration.html' title='Complete adoration'/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-3646312746110853568</id><published>2009-12-02T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:40.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance around in celebration</title><content type='html'>Bee called me early morning yesterday and the next I know, I was over at his place, spreading flu virus to him (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to find him, I was peachy. But somewhere along, once I stepped in, I just can't stop sneezing. Then he started it too. So imagine; we were planning to just cuddle around in front of TV but ended up just cuddling around the tissues because it was like, after he sneeze, I sneezed. Quite comical really. But I guess I'm fine with that, because it was actually very homey felt (I don't even know what homey felt is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought final destination there to watch it with him. It's cruel but I guess when you watch with Bee, everything just turns out funny. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He promised me to go watch New Moon with Julia &amp;amp; Co. tomorrow because I was angry with my mom, and he wanted to make me feel better :D He was like "Don't call me to watch with you" when I first told him it was coming soon. So imagine how ecstatic I was when he agreed to come along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Okay don't so angry ok...I pei you watch new moon tomorrow?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Really? 0.0"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Er ya..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Serious, serious?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "You don't want then nevermind..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I want! But really? Promise?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was jumping up and down and I even stopped being angry at mom and ran to tell her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSST. I'm writing it all here so he can't shake it off (: Because he promised. Smart right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-3646312746110853568?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/3646312746110853568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=3646312746110853568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/3646312746110853568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/3646312746110853568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/12/dance-around-in-celebration.html' title='Dance around in celebration'/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-5686578633302121968</id><published>2009-11-29T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:40.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got quite a lot of things to do.</title><content type='html'>The title suggests everything. So at least I am well capable of keeping myself occupied when no one is actually free to spend time with me. HAHAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Okay, so I've got like a shitload of homework that I'm starting on. (Because it's due tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I hate how it is taking me such a tough time. Like since it's a documentary kindda composition, I have to get my facts right! And hell, I don't know a lot of facts. (Yeah, yeah, I'm almost like Julia who lacks such knowledge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) And then I've got to space time out to actually draw out a schedule. I don't know why I even need it, but I feel like doing it so badly. (I have most stuff in my head actually)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Then there is the whole bunch of videos I've got! (MINUS THE DRAMAS!)&lt;br /&gt;I even borrowed the whole trilogy of Final Destination. My goodness, how on earth I'm going to finish, I've no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Movie with dear Julia. I so am going to catch New Moon the moment it's out! I think I'll book in advance in fact!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I'm not that free of a person. I actually have a lot of things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so actually, I'm actually a looser finding things to do during her holiday because people all seem to be brimmed with activities and I don't. But who gives a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to my paternal grandma's place today for lunch. (The one I see less than 5 times a year) But I just felt so warm. I don't know why. Like there were so much jokes, and they don't seem to be any restriction (in the sense they are open-minded) and I like it. I can actually so communicate better with them then my mommy's side (ones that I see almost every fortnight). Hell, there were even dirty jokes being cracked right in front of my grandmother! See, it's just different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my aunt's daughter is such a doll. She's adorable when she smiles and keeps using the potty despite not even needing it! Cheeky girl. She loves her hi-fives a lot and wants to do it with everyone! I like her curly hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's my aunts son, who is a small man with little words. Hahas. But when he smiles and talks,  it's like "I WISH HE IS MY SON!". He has a really sweet and attractive baby boy voice. Oh, and he has hair that is even nicer than whoever XXX you find in school. It's like really soft. Imagine Kim Bum; he's hair is that long! and with a little grooming, it will be exactly like his. (He currently has these bangs! Cuteness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pictures, because I don't have a good phone. Just got back my C902, so at least that's a small improvement and upgrade. (Mommy took pity on me and allowed me to get it back)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh crap, I think this long-term crazy typing is doing no good to my posture and fingers, afraid after in the future got some finger injury due to prolong usage of keypads 0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and daddy knows of my growing curiosity in liquor, and he just say I better don't get caught. 0.0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-5686578633302121968?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/5686578633302121968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=5686578633302121968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/5686578633302121968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/5686578633302121968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-got-quite-lot-of-things-to-do.html' title='I&amp;#39;ve got quite a lot of things to do.'/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-8951624054645600421</id><published>2009-11-25T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:40.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know this whole darn blog lacks pictures, but this is what happens, when your phone gets stolen, and you're left with some shit piece of metal that can only call and sms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today, is definitely a happy day. Cuz it's the big two-five once again.&lt;br /&gt;Went out with bee, because after 8 days(actually I think it's only 7), we just have to speak like none stop and go out with each other to catch up y'know. I blabbered like nuts yesterday, because there is really so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast then caught 2012 again! Honestly, maybe it's not a worth watching 2 times show, now that I caught it. I know every detail from the back of my head, so the thrill kind of faded. But enjoyed anyways. Bee however, said it wasn't all that much. In fact, it was a waste of time. I found out we got tonnes of things we have in common and agree on, but as much things that we have that differs. My taste in movies is just never up to mark for him I guess. Afterall, he is a weird guy who takes critics from Rotten Tomato, so what are the odds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to his place and crashed afterwards. Bee gave me my present and I can't believe he remembered, when I myself totally forgotten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-8951624054645600421?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/8951624054645600421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=8951624054645600421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/8951624054645600421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/8951624054645600421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-know-this-whole-darn-blog-lacks.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-7382327054125890018</id><published>2009-11-25T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:40.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22/11/09 to 24/11/09</title><content type='html'>Alright, so a pretty long post about how the short vacation was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up like super early to get ready (: I like the chilly morning air, and Daddy came over to fetch us there. Reached Compass Point Mall and boarded the travel coach (: I love that damn bus. It was super comfortable! Like got all sorts of things and I practically curled up and sleeping and enjoying myself. (The night before, I was still wondering how I'm going to survive the ride!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached the hotel and checked in around 3? Then went to walk around and went to some weird temple to sight-see? I don't know, I just followed, because I have to.&lt;br /&gt;But once we got back to First World, we went shopping and I was happy and satisfied :D&lt;br /&gt;Gotten 2 tops and I'm naming Padini Authentic one of my favorite clothes line now. I love the simplicity and sweet tops they have (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a few pastries and cup noodles for dinner in the room because we were all just tired and needing a good rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so the night before, I was having killer cramps and was direly homesick. I keep thinking about coming home (back to Singapore) and was missing dear boy who is back in Singapore already. So naturally, I was grumpy, tired, restless, nostalgic the very next morning due to lack of proper sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pulling through early morning like it was hell. We had to wake up at 6.30 because we're worried about lack of space in the hotel cafe where we had breakfast. It was actually pretty dumb, because there was tonnes of space, and the food was horrid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was already contemplating, to stay in the hotel room the entire day or at least till I feel comfortable enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, went back to hotel and slept a bit before feeling a little more energized, and going ahead with plans of going to the theme park for a day of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't bad in the beginning because I really had fun. Went on the teacup first :D My cousin seem to love that crazy thing that goes round and round.&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, went on the family coaster. It wasn't much of a thrill actually, but oh well. Had a little fun.&lt;br /&gt;The big thing, was I actually went on the space rocket/tower thingy! The thing that brings you up and shoots down so fast, it makes you feel like you're flying off the seat and actually jumping off a building or something. It was awesome! I screamed like crazy but I guess it was meant to be that way and over all, it was thrilling and so much of a satisfaction because I went on ONE thrill ride.&lt;br /&gt;Viking was just making me like I'm going to puke because the motion was so giddy, I don't quite understand.&lt;br /&gt;(In between went on some small rides, that I can't remember already)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost went on the corkscrew, some crazy roller coaster that turns you all around. But because there were three of us willing to go, I was the odd one out, I decided to give it a miss because I was getting a little cold feet and the queue was such a bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the wait, we spent RM20 on some dumb game. Hoping we could get a bear (Malaysia bears seems to be cuter than Singapore's!) Stupid game. I gotten 40 rings and none hooked into the bottle tip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept most of the indoor rides away because by then, I was feeling all horrid again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to the hotel to take a break, before going to the arcade and buying food back to the room again.&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling so horrid I just want to curl up and stay curled. I didn't know where hurt, I just know it hurts, and I want to go back to the room where I can curl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the day, I guess only the thrill rides got me active, other than that, I was like a dragged, dead cat.&lt;br /&gt;(Mommy say I'm really lousy because she's old and she can still be more active than I am!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 3(Today)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up late and gotten sufficient sleep today so I was really energized! Too bad we're leaving!&lt;br /&gt;Went to grab good old town breakfast (Ate egg toast/omega eggs and had coffee!) and walking around the whole place, doing some exploring along the way.&lt;br /&gt;I was energized and actually enjoyed walking :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checked out and was heading home soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I reached Singapore Customs, I gotten a miss call from Bee. When he finally called again, I was super happy to be talking to him!&lt;br /&gt;Talk while the bus was heading for drop off point. And found out he actually called since that morning because I don't think I told him the exact time I'm coming back.&lt;br /&gt;He was like really waiting for me to be back and I really don't think I can find anyone like him, who actually calls so often, being actually worried and anticipating for someone else to return.&lt;br /&gt;I can't quite explain, but this particular knowledge makes me really happy and I'm actually still smiling while I type this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hung up the phone with Bee and I told him so many things, vice versa. Trying our best to make up for the 8 days!&lt;br /&gt;Can't quite explain, but happy and blissful is definitely an understatement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-7382327054125890018?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/7382327054125890018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=7382327054125890018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/7382327054125890018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/7382327054125890018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/11/221109-to-241109.html' title='22/11/09 to 24/11/09'/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-8072607439280722380</id><published>2009-11-21T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:40.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Many swirling thoughts.</title><content type='html'>Well, went to watch 2012 with mommy today. It was an early show, but I say it was all worth it. I even twittered so many times today about that show. I really like it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cried a lot, when I see the entire California fall into bits. Majority of humanity was wiped out, just like that. It really jerks all the tears y'know.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about this, but I really think that it may happen. Not in 2012, but soon. I mean, no matter what, we can't avoid the inevitable. There will be a day when the earth really would come to an end, and by then, all of humanity will be wiped out. We can't really run and neither can we hide, so what? Wait for some really awesome country to build those ships like the ones in the movie? I doubt so.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the end won't be so fearful, I mean, we are going back to Jesus, aren't we? But to think the whole of humanity, the society and everything in it to fall apart like that, I just can't help but feel like just sitting there and bawl. I'm a looser, so what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the point is, it was a good show, and it sets people thinking about life, about how we're living and what exactly are we doing. So bravo for the director and producers!&lt;br /&gt;Plus, their the only ones who didn't make the main character die. Differing it's story from whatever other thriller/adventure movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough of my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, went around to walkwalk, then decided to go Parkway. So cabbed there, only to regret having done so. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Spent the entire day out and I'm really tired now 0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my dear boy so much so much now. I need to talk to him, because I've got just sooooo many things I want to tell him about. I'm even trying to remember to blog it down, so I won't forget the things I want to tell him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm going to start packing alr, I have yet to pack night clothes.  ():&lt;br /&gt;(Mommy says I'm really drastic because I'm going to bring a large sports bag &amp;amp; spongebob along) (And I told her I can't help it, because I'm always one who packs along my entire room)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-8072607439280722380?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/8072607439280722380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=8072607439280722380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/8072607439280722380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/8072607439280722380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/11/many-swirling-thoughts.html' title='Many swirling thoughts.'/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-6070211020654483673</id><published>2009-11-20T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:40.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I'm so mad, I may file a complain against McDonald's.&lt;br /&gt;In protest, I'm not going to eat McDonald's for at least till December!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Psst. I'm doing the silent treatment thing to show I'm really pissed off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Psst Psst. I know I'm childish :D )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-6070211020654483673?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/6070211020654483673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=6070211020654483673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/6070211020654483673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/6070211020654483673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-think-im-so-mad-i-may-file-complain.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-3031823714678415128</id><published>2009-11-20T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:40.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SARA IS ANGRY</title><content type='html'>Stupid fucked up weather. One moment it was all sunny, the minute I step out of the house, it turned dark. The moment I got to the bus-stop it was like a rainstorm. I mean crazy "rain fly every and turn umbrellas over, even bus-stop shelters can't protect you" kind of rainstorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a bummer. I was actually anticipating to watch 2012 today with mommy. Had to turn back because she was all wet already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can stay mad all day because now I'm stuck home, with no food, BECAUSE FUCK MCDONALD'S THEY ARE NOT DELIVERING CURRENTLY DUE TO BAD WEATHER. (Why on earth would I call for delivery if it was good weather? How dumb can they be? Like seriously, they even called me to call back an hour later. An hour later, I won't be needing delivery. Stupid McDonald's staff.) URGH. Now I'm super mad and hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to eat at all ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Bangkok's weather is much better?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-3031823714678415128?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/3031823714678415128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=3031823714678415128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/3031823714678415128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/3031823714678415128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/11/sara-is-angry.html' title='SARA IS ANGRY'/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-6225348471218568105</id><published>2009-11-19T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:40.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIGHT BULB!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I KNOW WHAT I'LL DO TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll START ON MY HORRENDOUS PILE OF HOLIDAY ASSIGNMENTS :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-6225348471218568105?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/6225348471218568105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=6225348471218568105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/6225348471218568105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/6225348471218568105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/11/light-bulb.html' title='LIGHT BULB!'/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-4319698622103857327</id><published>2009-11-19T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:40.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running out of things to do from here.</title><content type='html'>Just settled down since coming back from WWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly it wasn't all that good this time round. Kind of a waste of money ey. Went around shiok river quite many times, sit on Ula-la three times only and tsunami twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid shitty spoiler weather. I even screwed forecast on Twitter, because before that, the sun was still shining and it was like a bladey frying pan or something. Yet it poured cats and dogs when we reach there. SEEE! Spoiler not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat outside at the coffee shop for 2 hours. I can't believe I survive that. Then finally went in and it was like, only Hazel, JingXiang, Javier, Julia and I. (Did you notice there are like 3 J people? HAHAS. I'm really lame)&lt;br /&gt;Annette backed out because of the pricey tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the whole trip was a little dull really. Just got to a lot of talking only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why, but my ear hurts. I don't exactly know which part, but it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Like when I was there, my boney thing that sticks in the middle of ear ( I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IT'S CALLED, AND I CAN'T BELIEVE I ACTUALLY GOOGLE-D IT TO FIND OUT BUT I CAN'T STILL?) hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Then now, my earlobe hurts around my third and newest (among all) piercing. Like it's really painful. It even feels a bit swollen ): Really afraid got infection ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy's friend said that weather in Genting is crap. Like crap crap crap. Really bad crap. It's cold and wet. Not white, but really really wet. Stupid weather ):&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I don't really care now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just jump. I'm good at taking leaps. Because I don't like to think :D Trust and faith, then leap :D HEHES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll spend tomorrow sleeping? I don't know what to do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-4319698622103857327?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/4319698622103857327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=4319698622103857327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/4319698622103857327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/4319698622103857327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/11/running-out-of-things-to-do-from-here.html' title='Running out of things to do from here.'/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-3257188431472706872</id><published>2009-11-19T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:40.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sara did nothing today. Other than finish Wimpy Kid : The dog days.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bored I don't know how.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow WWW trip again :D It's obvious to the naked eyes Hazel loves that place.&lt;br /&gt;But I think tomorrow's going to be dull ): Because a lot of them are like unavailable ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The only reason I'm posting, is because I have nothing better to do)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-3257188431472706872?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/3257188431472706872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=3257188431472706872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/3257188431472706872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/3257188431472706872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/11/sara-did-nothing-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-7033946521604673007</id><published>2009-11-18T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:40.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dull nothingness</title><content type='html'>Alright, so Monday was spending quality time with my dear boy before we not see each other for about a week and a half ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His flight was 9 this morning and when he called, I was still pretty much asleep. (He called around 8.15) ow I'm just feeling bored and missing him loads. Like once I hung up, I wish I could call him back again. Hopelessly in love with him ey @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the market with mommy for McDonald's breakfast. There were so many parents with their kids there. &amp;amp; some parents make parenting so tough. As I think about it, mommy never seem to have much problems when she brings us out. So I guess it's just them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually fun to go walk around in the market. Quite fresh, compare to frequent NTUC visits. Like, real fish that just died max an hour ago. It's all new there. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-7033946521604673007?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/7033946521604673007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=7033946521604673007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/7033946521604673007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/7033946521604673007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/11/dull-nothingness.html' title='Dull nothingness'/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-7049289532110421656</id><published>2009-11-12T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:40.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Chalet, pretty please...</title><content type='html'>Bee and I were talking about perhaps having another chalet, together with Julia and WeiKiat at NSRCC.&lt;br /&gt;But I checked the availability and rates, I think it's pretty impossible now ):&lt;br /&gt;Was actually quite hyped about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, went to find that dear boy today. We played like almost every board game in his house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO HAVE ANOTHER CHALET THIS YEAR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-7049289532110421656?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/7049289532110421656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=7049289532110421656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/7049289532110421656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/7049289532110421656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-chalet-pretty-please.html' title='Another Chalet, pretty please...'/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-1244240437815062947</id><published>2009-11-11T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:40.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs034.snc3/12134_1152852177121_1102160338_30368609_4868774_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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height: 453px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs027.snc3/11431_185919941464_704151464_2655895_2006549_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs027.snc3/11431_185919931464_704151464_2655894_3738894_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs027.snc3/11431_185919931464_704151464_2655894_3738894_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! I MANAGED THE PHOTOS (:&lt;br /&gt;Credits to Chotiga and Shimin. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-1244240437815062947?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/1244240437815062947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=1244240437815062947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/1244240437815062947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/1244240437815062947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/11/photos.html' title='Photos'/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-3020408385652983896</id><published>2009-11-11T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:40.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2E4 CHALET.</title><content type='html'>It was good. Not really planned, but still good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning, woke up and headed happy to meet all of them for the Chalet.&lt;br /&gt;Took a few pictures before we actually checked into the small chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got carried away while playing in the playroom in the chalet. I dammit, lost my phone ):&lt;br /&gt;Some malay guy took it, I'm positive. There were malay guys voices when I first called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my phone's captors:&lt;br /&gt;Go to hell. DAMM YOU ALL THE WAY! You guys have no integrity and I feel sorry for your low and dishonest asses. You're such a fucker for making me cry because I lost, not the phone, but the contents in it. Damm, I could give you the phone if you gave me back the memories that are stored inside the phone. Finders keepers ey? I called you like crazy. It wasn't that I didn't care about my phone. How could you be such an asshole?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that aside, I had to enjoy myself, because this was something I cannot allow my phone to cause me to brood.&lt;br /&gt;So when all of the guys are down in the water, that's when I plunged myself in too :D&lt;br /&gt;Water makes me happy, you see :D&lt;br /&gt;Took lots of photos (: We did loads of crazy stuff, like taking jump shots, and plunging straight down the water. All of us were grabbing one another and shouting, "YAN HAN, TAKE PICTURE,TAKE PICTURE!"&lt;br /&gt;YanHan was something, to have captured all the good moments (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started on the BBQ soon after.&lt;br /&gt;The guys did most of the work, while Hazel, Julia, Chotiga and I just sat back and wait :P&lt;br /&gt;Hazel and I were caught up with singing on the top of our voices (: It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;My L.O.V.E by The League is officially our top sang song (:&lt;br /&gt;Hazel danced a lot. HAHAS.&lt;br /&gt;Food was good :D ME LIKE OTAHS AND BEEHOON.&lt;br /&gt;Took more pictures (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we finally stopped the BBQ and headed towards e!hub (:&lt;br /&gt;Caught a movie with Hazel, Javier, Chotiga, ZhiHong, MingZhe and Michael.&lt;br /&gt;It was good (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after, Chotiga and Michael had to leave, and when we were at the Taxi stand, the rest who were slacking were there, to help sing a hearty birthday song for Chotiga. (:&lt;br /&gt;It was such an "awww" moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were sending Michael off, I think we were all carrying heavy hearts. Because he told us his parents may try to talk him migrate over this holiday. After the hugs and goodbyes, we made our way back to the chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back there, we played a few games, before Michael smsed emotional stuff over. We all got too emotion to play anymore, so we ended up talking (: It's good though (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell asleep halfway through and everyone was catching shut-eyes whenever possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, when we checked out, went for breakfast before dispersing.&lt;br /&gt;Caught a mrt with Lionel and headed back (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what to say, but the time with them, was one of the best so far (:&lt;br /&gt;And they all important to me. There's so much more I would like to type right here, but I really don't know where to start. Next post maybe? Pictures coming right up (:&lt;br /&gt;(All taken from Chotiga)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-3020408385652983896?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/3020408385652983896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=3020408385652983896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/3020408385652983896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/3020408385652983896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/11/2e4-chalet.html' title='2E4 CHALET.'/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-3806595454504013079</id><published>2009-11-05T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:40.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, what happened, is that Bee finally decided to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;He called yesterday night. Around one and we'd talked (: It's nice to be talking :D&lt;br /&gt;Note to self; never mention sea-monsters, ever again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together with mommy, went to collect my passport at ICA today.&lt;br /&gt;It was a long wait, so went to grab a bite. Lavender's laksa sucks! It's horrible.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, when we got back to the ICA building, it was a quick on, and we gotten everything done fast (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contemplated whether to go to Ion, City hall or Bugis for the perenakan buffet.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, went to City hall since ate laksa already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a lot of walking and I honestly love going out with mommy, because I never come back home empty handed. :D&lt;br /&gt;Bought pants and dress before heading to Carefour to shop. Bought a lot of fruits because it all looked so luring and fresh.&lt;br /&gt;And it was off to coffeebean :D Me like a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! And I so want to go to Maldives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-3806595454504013079?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/3806595454504013079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=3806595454504013079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/3806595454504013079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/3806595454504013079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-what-happened-is-that-bee-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-1747205406618434929</id><published>2009-11-03T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:40.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="424" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LlM5jnP0mz4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LlM5jnP0mz4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="424" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worth watching :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-1747205406618434929?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/1747205406618434929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=1747205406618434929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/1747205406618434929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/1747205406618434929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/11/worth-watching-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-1363880326255306903</id><published>2009-11-01T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:40.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTcwNDI3NjQ4NzMmcHQ9MTI1NzA*Mjc3MDY5NyZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZvPTM4ZjI2MDNjNDBjMTRhNzM5MmQ*YWI4Yzc4NjI3NjYz.gif" width="0" border="0" height="0" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-touch.swf" style="width: 235px; height: 390px;" width="235" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-touch.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=33731175&amp;amp;path=2009/10/31&amp;amp;mycolor=222222&amp;amp;mycolor2=77ADD1&amp;amp;mycolor3=FFFFFF&amp;amp;autoplay=true&amp;amp;rand=0&amp;amp;f=4&amp;amp;vol=100&amp;amp;pat=0&amp;amp;grad=false&amp;amp;ow=235&amp;amp;oh=390"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/playlist/33731175" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/get-tracks.gif" title="Get Music Tracks!" style="border-style: none;" alt="Music" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/make-own.gif" title="Create A Playlist!" style="border-style: none;" alt="Playlist" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mixpod.com/"&gt;MySpace Music&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://mixpod.com/"&gt;Playlist&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://mixpod.com/"&gt;MixPod.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is a tear-jerker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, there was an eight year old girl.&lt;br /&gt;She had a little brother, and doting parents. She was like a princess in her household.&lt;br /&gt;However, daddy chose to spoil it all, when he fell for some other woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and Mommy fought and argued day and night.&lt;br /&gt;It was then, they threw the question at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who do you want to live with? &lt;/span&gt;Mommy asked, with tears in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That girl didn't know what to do. She didn't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;Till finally, the words left her mouth. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to live with Mommy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy sucked his lips and the girl knew she hurt him. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fine, &lt;/span&gt;Daddy said bitterly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, it wasn't that the girl didn't want her Daddy,&lt;br /&gt;but she was afraid.&lt;br /&gt;She didn't want to leave her Mommy, because she loved her so much and she was so upset because of her father.&lt;br /&gt;At that time, the girl thought of her Daddy as a man who made Mommy cry. She didn't want to go live with him, together with his new woman and she didn't want a stepmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl's brother was young at that time, he didn't know what was going on. He just know that Mommy and Daddy were fighting, and he was scared. He cried.&lt;br /&gt;The girl wanted to be brave, she didn't shed a tear even when Daddy left.&lt;br /&gt;She didn't want to be upset like her Mommy is. She tried hard to be strong. She didn't tell her friends, in fear they would laugh, and kept it all to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She scribbled in her dairy, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hate Daddy for making things turn out the way it is.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;she never did ask, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daddy, I'm your little girl, why don't you want me any more?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Six years later, as she randomly thought back, she didn't hate her Daddy. She loves him, and the question was no longer why he didn't want her anymore.&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daddy, why didn't you care about how I felt when you did what you did?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/33739417-1363880326255306903?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/1363880326255306903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=1363880326255306903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/1363880326255306903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/1363880326255306903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/10/myspace-music-playlist-at-mixpod.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-4629346956359698777</id><published>2009-10-30T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:40.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long rant.</title><content type='html'>Honestly, I feel darn sad now. I don't know why. A lot of things running through my head and when you're emotional, you tend to think more.&lt;br /&gt;Its the parting that makes it tough to pull through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss Julia like crazy. Michael also plays a very important role. Lionel too. &amp;amp; Then there's ZhiHong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like we're all going different ways and obviously meet up after school and stuff. But it'll all be a new thing and it's different. I don't like it. Like I mentioned, I'm one who likes things to remain at status quo, for things to go my way or just stay the same in a happy manner.  I don't like steering towards something that makes me feel uneasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's Bee. I want to talk to him now. I think right now, he's the only one who can make me like there's something to fall back on. I want tell him everything. Because it's like letting it out and sharing with him, the one person who would really sit there and listen and allowing myself to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom is being an ass about my computer usage and she just came home. Never had the time to sit and talk and I doubt she'll say anything other than calling me to get over it. Which is true, since all I can do, is suck it and deal with it. But not exactly what I want to deal with right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel so sad to think that this change will definitely cause a lot of partings and driftings. That's for sure. I don't like it ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked Michael and Lionel if they were going to miss me and they said yes. I demanded a big hug they refused to give. But I just like them so much. It's like they are really awesome people who never fails to make me laugh. Hilarious, ridiculous, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Julia and I are like so chummy all the time. Not being in the same class seems so difficult all of the sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't even get me started on the whole "I don't know which weirdo is going to be in my class next year" thing. Hazel, XinLing, Freddy and I are in the same class though (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really have to see how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-4629346956359698777?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/4629346956359698777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=4629346956359698777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/4629346956359698777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/4629346956359698777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/10/long-rant.html' title='Long rant.'/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-4924950869544351190</id><published>2009-10-27T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:40.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let's just say, I'm messed up and bitchy.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess no one else have the right to judge.&lt;br /&gt;So they can just suck it.&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I know what I'm doing. I know where I'm steering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, "The Lost Symbol" by Dan Brown is really awesome, though I'm really slow on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the job finding is bull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just conclude, I just wish like crashing beside the one boy and not do anything else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-4924950869544351190?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/4924950869544351190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=4924950869544351190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/4924950869544351190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/4924950869544351190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/10/lets-just-say-im-messed-up-and-bitchy.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-4170872081275632797</id><published>2009-10-25T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:40.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E4DRBwHQ0-o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&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/E4DRBwHQ0-o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qhkhan5Cets&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&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/qhkhan5Cets&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part Two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VXzXz5-xrKQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VXzXz5-xrKQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part Three.&lt;br /&gt;I really liked this. &lt;br /&gt;I love the Jan Di chocolates and how Min Ho sang this song :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xEUYKJwJAoA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xEUYKJwJAoA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some past flashback with JiHoo. &lt;br /&gt;I really think they ought to have a different ending. Y'know, like some alternative ending to BOF. &lt;br /&gt;Where dear Jan Di ends up with charming JiHoo. &lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-4170872081275632797?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/4170872081275632797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=4170872081275632797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/4170872081275632797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/4170872081275632797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/10/part-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-1509679032673836205</id><published>2009-10-24T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:40.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A hell load of fun</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I gave school a break, again.&lt;br /&gt;But after that, went to find the guys for our WWW outing (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel was like darn funny. Serious.&lt;br /&gt;Julia was a little dulldull?&lt;br /&gt;Mike was the big brother figure he always is.&lt;br /&gt;Freddy was nice. Hmmms...&lt;br /&gt;Lionel; the cat in the water :D (Cool right?)&lt;br /&gt;And ZhiHong was just ZhiHong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we all had fun (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel seemed to love the Shiok River, oh so much. We went like at least 6 times around.&lt;br /&gt;We all loved Ula-lah.  Went on it at least 10 times. Was fun, esp. when some of &lt;u&gt;them&lt;/u&gt; are so heavy, we go so fast and fly so high.&lt;br /&gt;Objective; to get a perfect picture when we're on the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went on the slide up twice. The one with Freddy was crazy. It was like total lift off. But when I actually took a good look at it's motion from outside view, the float never once lift the surface, so well, who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned that when I'm float-less at the Tsunami, I tend to float, even at 1.8m. It's actually so much more fun that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, although I've went so many times, spending time there with the guys was just awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! and the most darring thing I've ever done; was being in a cold wet top and bikini under; barefooted and stroll down Downtown East. HAHAS.&lt;br /&gt;(Was heading for lunch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everything, went to E!Hub. Ate a little before heading to the arcade, where we spent so much on trying to catch some bunny. It wasn't for the toy but rather the challenge. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 9, baby came to find me and we caught a movie together. That sweetheart carried my bag :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to grab snacks and then head in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie sucked. ALOT. PEOPLE, DO NOT WATCH 500 DAYS OF SUMMER.&lt;br /&gt;It's dumb and a waste of money. Bee was rather turned off. So we fidget and talked alot in the cinema. I like cuddling beside him in the darkdark cinema and nibbling off panda biscuits :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show, he helped me run for a bus. and made sure I was on the bus home safe before heading back (:&lt;br /&gt;when I almost reached, he called to check and actually talked to me while I walk home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked late into the night about everything and i understand even clearer now, why I love that boy whom I will never get bored off, oh so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-1509679032673836205?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/1509679032673836205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=1509679032673836205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/1509679032673836205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/1509679032673836205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/10/hell-load-of-fun.html' title='A hell load of fun'/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-9014082668671866798</id><published>2009-10-22T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:40.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm tired ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what; I applied for a job in Super Dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how it's turning out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the thing is, I found out Julia working too at a wedding boutique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her pay would be commission base and one commission will be my one month's pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling sad now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OH, &amp;amp; BEE IS BACK ! I'M HAPPY (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss him loads. went to find him just now. he's asleep 'cuz the conditions were bad there.&lt;br /&gt;i got so much to tell him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-9014082668671866798?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/9014082668671866798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=9014082668671866798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/9014082668671866798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/9014082668671866798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-tired-heres-what-i-applied-for-job.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-145569905014788554</id><published>2009-10-15T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:40.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>I thought, perhaps I'll bring this back to live. It's getting bored, so this was my last resort :&gt; Plus, Julia was asking me to do something bout this too. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;I'll update from Sunday (11 Oct 2009), since that's the best my memory can rake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday (11 Oct)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, went to have dinner with Bee at the very last notice. Met up at Tampines, but decided to go to Ikea mega-store to eat and walk :D&lt;br /&gt;Bee was super sweet and helped me get food. (It was darn crowded) &amp;amp; Lemme tell ya, the food there is darn good. I love the salmon and the sauce and Bee's potato :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, went around to walkwalk, seesee. Walking around looking at furniture, really made me feel that, me and him, will go far :&gt; Further than everyone else. Habee and I were like, "ohh, this is nice," &amp;amp; "I LIKE THIS!" &amp;amp; "Hunny! Red just makes people angry. No red."&lt;br /&gt;That sweet thing was as usual cheeky too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that he made sure I got on a bus that will get me home before leaving (:&lt;br /&gt;Rushed home &amp;amp; caught FlashForward.&lt;br /&gt;It's a really awesome show! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday (12 Oct)/Tuesday (13 Oct)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school, got my shitty results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday (14 Oct)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning, set out for Wild Wild Wet :D&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, it was only open from 1p.m. &gt;: So went to have breakfast first :&gt; Went to some kopi cafe. The bread and the coffee is nice :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, went to play arcade. Spent quite alot and ended broke. (Bee broke the screen of his phone here :S )&lt;br /&gt;Having nothing else to do, went to Bee's place and slacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finally after long while of playing with his X-box, finally went to WWW. It was fun :&gt; Definitely fun. A little dull. But still fun :D&lt;br /&gt;Played till we were out of it and tired. Then went to have dinner at Just Acia. It was yummy as usual :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday (16th Oct)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I ponned school, I made my way down around12 when Julia ended school. Had lunch with her and it was good :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterward, went to look for Habee at his place :&gt; Crashed awhile before I left for Grandma's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday (18th Oct)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed at home in the day and watched 下一站，幸福&lt;br /&gt;It's really very nice and such a tear jerker that makes people go awww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, went dinner with Bee at the very last notice. Fish &amp;amp; Co. dinner was good, but costly. Talked and had so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;Frolick yogurt taste good, though that too, is costly. Tried to spend as much time with each other since we're going to be so pack with activities and he's got camp.&lt;br /&gt;So we're like very reluctant to have to go back.&lt;br /&gt;Hehes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today (20th Oct)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's learning journey to Malay Heritage Center was super boring. But that is no excuse to show how disgusting you are. Honestly, some guys in class really gets on my nerve with their horrific behavior and actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, moving on, we got to some planning for activities for Halloween :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it's kind of weird. We'll see how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, got back to school. Got results slip and class option form. I'm crossing my fingers and hopefully, I'll get into E4. I think it's possible :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went for lunch, on the way to White sand, one of my legs fell into the drain and I slide forward, almost kissing the floor. Had a few abrasions and a blue black but no blood so I'm fine :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went cycling after that. &amp;amp; I fell for the second time while making rounds.&lt;br /&gt;On the grass, so suffered another cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In total, I fell 3 times but am pretty unscathed :&gt; A little pain in the side, but I'm fine. Unlike Julia who suffered a big gash on her shin when Matthew was fetching her.  Matthew fell too. The blood :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion; today is a fall down day!&lt;br /&gt;Anyone joined the club?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Bee's fine &amp;amp; having fun :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss him alr. I'm so dependent :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Apologies for long wordy post without pictures. JULIA HASN'T UPLOADED THEM)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-145569905014788554?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/145569905014788554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=145569905014788554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/145569905014788554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/145569905014788554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/10/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-6033435609191808057</id><published>2009-09-12T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:40.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, a little update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday had to go back to school for history lesson.&lt;br /&gt;then after that went to find my dear boy. (:&lt;br /&gt;hehes. (: I LOVE THAT BOY.&lt;br /&gt;though he was a little grump about me not bring clothes to change so we could go out.&lt;br /&gt;stayed at his place for a while; then went to DTE for a quick lunch. time with him just makes me happy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that came home for a short nap and then went out to get momma's new phone.&lt;br /&gt;the thing is that, there were two lines that were able to be recontracted (:&lt;br /&gt;so, i got a new phone too :D a Samsung Preston.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, right now, I lack sleep and is sneezing non stop.):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-6033435609191808057?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/6033435609191808057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=6033435609191808057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/6033435609191808057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/6033435609191808057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/09/okay-little-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-4732762146845074109</id><published>2009-09-07T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:40.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss Low WeiLiang now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of Post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-4732762146845074109?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/4732762146845074109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=4732762146845074109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/4732762146845074109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/4732762146845074109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-miss-low-weiliang-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-6603889217224171935</id><published>2009-09-07T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:40.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my. I'm sacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hit me square in the face &amp;amp; I actually have to compensate.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Fish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the deep shit I'm in. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye books I intend to buy.&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye iPod touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Poverty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-6603889217224171935?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/6603889217224171935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=6603889217224171935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/6603889217224171935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/6603889217224171935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-5613753774651037934</id><published>2009-08-31T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:40.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-CxDcNpi7Ew/Spu_Bl7RLDI/AAAAAAAAAmE/ITWKdBM2aTI/s1600-h/DSC02753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376100614278294578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-CxDcNpi7Ew/Spu_Bl7RLDI/AAAAAAAAAmE/ITWKdBM2aTI/s400/DSC02753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-CxDcNpi7Ew/Spu_A5FYEvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/GkVX6X0ZjFI/s1600-h/DSC02752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376100602241094386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-CxDcNpi7Ew/Spu_A5FYEvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/GkVX6X0ZjFI/s400/DSC02752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-CxDcNpi7Ew/Spu_AXlfTEI/AAAAAAAAAl0/eeKiA3ltFS4/s1600-h/DSC02751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376100593248980034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-CxDcNpi7Ew/Spu_AXlfTEI/AAAAAAAAAl0/eeKiA3ltFS4/s400/DSC02751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CxDcNpi7Ew/Spu-F0k6c8I/AAAAAAAAAls/k_aPoHLyjBA/s1600-h/DSC02750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376099587418911682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CxDcNpi7Ew/Spu-F0k6c8I/AAAAAAAAAls/k_aPoHLyjBA/s400/DSC02750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-CxDcNpi7Ew/Spu-FX7rBqI/AAAAAAAAAlk/RuCdx9oJU4c/s1600-h/DSC02749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376099579729741474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-CxDcNpi7Ew/Spu-FX7rBqI/AAAAAAAAAlk/RuCdx9oJU4c/s400/DSC02749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-CxDcNpi7Ew/Spu-D5UfgHI/AAAAAAAAAlU/xbMUy2H20Ww/s1600-h/DSC02747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376099554332475506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-CxDcNpi7Ew/Spu-D5UfgHI/AAAAAAAAAlU/xbMUy2H20Ww/s400/DSC02747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CxDcNpi7Ew/Spu-DbRAOpI/AAAAAAAAAlM/P3hczqKAcBo/s1600-h/DSC02746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376099546264779410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CxDcNpi7Ew/Spu-DbRAOpI/AAAAAAAAAlM/P3hczqKAcBo/s400/DSC02746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blogger is being dumb about the pictures AGAIN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today is really fun :D It's so great to see all those faces again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After school, waited for Stanley to train to PayaLebar for lunch. (With Kenko, JiSong and the rest)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch was just fun &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and a lot of getting used to (: Awesome. Though I was the only girl there, it was really fun (: &amp;amp; They were really fun (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Cherlyn came along and we cabbed to MBS. Down there, met Dillon and Darryl. (Wow.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; YanPeng came along (: Estatic was the word (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then went in and was just roaming around the new campus. Many faces had changed. Most for the better, I guess. (Okay, so they were hot. I admit it.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met Zheng LaoShi (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; Talked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then went to Tampines for a movie with the usual clique (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(JiSong, Dillon, Ziheng, Stanley, Colette, Cherlyn [&amp;amp; Johnson] )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it was fun (:  Watched Where got ghost? It's awesome. Screamt alot though. Hahas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, this post is cut short, need to bathe. Edit later (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-5613753774651037934?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/5613753774651037934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=5613753774651037934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/5613753774651037934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/5613753774651037934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/08/blogger-is-being-dumb-about-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</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/_-CxDcNpi7Ew/Spu_Bl7RLDI/AAAAAAAAAmE/ITWKdBM2aTI/s72-c/DSC02753.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33739417.post-4927928123375350540</id><published>2009-08-30T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:40.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-CxDcNpi7Ew/SpqEFnJl3aI/AAAAAAAAAlE/d3ZmqzkIi9s/s1600-h/DSC02743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375754337163533730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-CxDcNpi7Ew/SpqEFnJl3aI/AAAAAAAAAlE/d3ZmqzkIi9s/s400/DSC02743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is the one where my dark rings are awfully obvious ; and where my brother looks like that scary guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CxDcNpi7Ew/SpqCeCXe4wI/AAAAAAAAAk0/GWN6wp5vNsI/s1600-h/DSC02737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375752557763158786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CxDcNpi7Ew/SpqCeCXe4wI/AAAAAAAAAk0/GWN6wp5vNsI/s400/DSC02737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CxDcNpi7Ew/SpqCdjRQCRI/AAAAAAAAAks/EBNI7vb49qg/s1600-h/DSC02736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375752549415520530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CxDcNpi7Ew/SpqCdjRQCRI/AAAAAAAAAks/EBNI7vb49qg/s400/DSC02736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-CxDcNpi7Ew/Spp_23K8CLI/AAAAAAAAAkk/fEAQnx5jk1M/s1600-h/DSC02735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375749685719599282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-CxDcNpi7Ew/Spp_23K8CLI/AAAAAAAAAkk/fEAQnx5jk1M/s400/DSC02735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CxDcNpi7Ew/Spp_2QCp1GI/AAAAAAAAAkc/I-ArFtjum3Q/s1600-h/DSC02734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375749675215869026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CxDcNpi7Ew/Spp_2QCp1GI/AAAAAAAAAkc/I-ArFtjum3Q/s400/DSC02734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CxDcNpi7Ew/Spp_1xk7rCI/AAAAAAAAAkU/aIfZGEtfwlI/s1600-h/DSC02733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375749667038145570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CxDcNpi7Ew/Spp_1xk7rCI/AAAAAAAAAkU/aIfZGEtfwlI/s400/DSC02733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CxDcNpi7Ew/Spp_1cRBfzI/AAAAAAAAAkM/VKypZo-roKM/s1600-h/DSC02732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375749661317496626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CxDcNpi7Ew/Spp_1cRBfzI/AAAAAAAAAkM/VKypZo-roKM/s400/DSC02732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CxDcNpi7Ew/Spp_1M8Co5I/AAAAAAAAAkE/L1PeIrYPN5E/s1600-h/DSC02731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375749657202959250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-CxDcNpi7Ew/Spp_1M8Co5I/AAAAAAAAAkE/L1PeIrYPN5E/s400/DSC02731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-4927928123375350540?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/4927928123375350540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=4927928123375350540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/4927928123375350540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/4927928123375350540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/08/well-this-is-one-where-my-dark-rings.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</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/_-CxDcNpi7Ew/SpqEFnJl3aI/AAAAAAAAAlE/d3ZmqzkIi9s/s72-c/DSC02743.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33739417.post-7783746317032478673</id><published>2009-08-30T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:40.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, Blogger is being an ass, and I can't upload the many photos I took recently! One of which is where my brother looks like that emo guy from Death Note, because we played with my eye-liner.&lt;br /&gt;It looks identical (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today went lunch with Mom at Parkway (: After which, went to Borders and I purchased 2 books which I'm so hooked onto now (:&lt;br /&gt;By Alyson Noel ; Evermore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tomorrow's going to be a long day filled with thousands of more pictures (: &amp;amp; It's going to awesome :D I'm eager (:&lt;br /&gt;Ol' faces :D HAHAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Bee apparently, is MIA. Like he dropped his phone into the toilet bowl or something. Oh well, I'm just waiting (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention, I'm also watching some new stuff.&lt;br /&gt;(BAI QUAN NU WANG) The one that has Ruan Jing Tian (:&lt;br /&gt;I'm going gaga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-7783746317032478673?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/7783746317032478673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=7783746317032478673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/7783746317032478673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/7783746317032478673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/08/okay-blogger-is-being-ass-and-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-2063696769519614664</id><published>2009-08-30T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:40.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I know I'm suppose to be in bed. But talking and blog reading kept me up :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-2063696769519614664?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/2063696769519614664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=2063696769519614664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/2063696769519614664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/2063696769519614664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/08/well-i-know-im-suppose-to-be-in-bed.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-7061723944733633111</id><published>2009-08-29T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:40.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coolness</title><content type='html'>:D I'm using the nbew computer to type this post, &amp;amp; it's freaking fun :D&lt;br /&gt;Though the keyboard is a little hard ):&lt;br /&gt;I'm feel small because this stuff excites me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, shopping trip with Mom alone, was awesome! (Daddy and Brother came back to fix this up :D)&lt;br /&gt;Bought tonnes of stuff. &amp;amp; Buying stuff makes me happy :D It's a psyche logic but I'm happy :D&lt;br /&gt;YAY :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this post, shall stop here. &amp;amp; I'm going to play some other stuff :D&lt;br /&gt;The postition of the computer is bad &amp;amp; there is no good lighting ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-7061723944733633111?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/7061723944733633111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=7061723944733633111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/7061723944733633111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/7061723944733633111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/08/coolness.html' title='Coolness'/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-1993271630870326989</id><published>2009-08-28T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:40.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, so I'm a little down in the dumps today. I just feel wreck.&lt;br /&gt;I was almost close to believing, what I'm doing is backfiring. &amp; It's not working. &lt;br /&gt;I'm really lazy to blog about it. &amp; I don't think I should sprawl it here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh. Forget I even brought it up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now at Grandma's place. &amp; My eyes hurt alot due to to my contacts, which I've been wearing since 6 this morning ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm temperamental and emotional right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-1993271630870326989?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/1993271630870326989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=1993271630870326989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/1993271630870326989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/1993271630870326989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/08/okay-so-im-little-down-in-dumps-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-2864934761249436583</id><published>2009-08-25T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:41.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY ! BLOGGER IS COOL ONCE AGAIN (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppose to wake up at 5.15 to make breakfast for my dear boy :P&lt;br /&gt;In the end woke up at 5.45 :P&lt;br /&gt;Rushed a little. &amp;amp; Made simple sandwich lo :P&lt;br /&gt;But there really is joy in making lunch for him :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(OMG! I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING OVER THE CHINESE "DON'T FORGET THE LYRICS"! It's super funny!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was okay (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that met Bee for lunch (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Then go to his place, he transfer his contacts (It's a long story)&lt;br /&gt;Then just crashed lo (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy type alr.&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/33739417-2864934761249436583?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/2864934761249436583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=2864934761249436583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/2864934761249436583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/2864934761249436583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/08/yay-blogger-is-cool-once-again-suppose.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-1880799761735234200</id><published>2009-08-24T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:41.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, early in the morning get to hear Bee's voice, it cheered me up (:&lt;br /&gt;But the bus was dang slow, so I missed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day dragged through, and air-conditioned environment really does wonders and make me prone to sleeping. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, went to the NTUC at downtown, and wondered what ingredients to buy. (PROJECT A) &lt;br /&gt;HAHAS. (I seem to have a lot of projects going on :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to lunch (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Waited for Bee for awhile (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crashed at his house and just laid on the sofa to watch T.V.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; That was enough to make me happy (:&lt;br /&gt;Bee was a sweetheart (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm going to crawl up early for that boy tomorrow :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-1880799761735234200?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/1880799761735234200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=1880799761735234200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/1880799761735234200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/1880799761735234200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/08/well-early-in-morning-get-to-hear-bees.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-913231180236486413</id><published>2009-08-21T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:41.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a drag through (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I seriously dislike Mdm Farah now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, had fun during P.E.&lt;br /&gt;It was madness and we were all just laughing throughout while doing the ACES day exercises.&lt;br /&gt;Bee's class was there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that just blah through, and after that went downtown for lunch. &lt;br /&gt;Ended up eating at the Nebo cafe, and played many board games (Though the quality is a little rundown:P)&lt;br /&gt;WeiKiat's friend treated us well, giving free stuff and charging cheaper, so that was awesome (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played for quite some time while eating (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that went to Bee's house for awhile (:&lt;br /&gt;Watched the Super Junior MV and Bee was just super cute trying to imitate their dance moves. &lt;br /&gt;Hehees.&lt;br /&gt;The hug did wonders(:&lt;br /&gt;but make me want to just snuggle beside him and not leave :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Bee loads now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-913231180236486413?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/913231180236486413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=913231180236486413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/913231180236486413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/913231180236486413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/08/today-was-drag-through-i-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-5594023296050487875</id><published>2009-08-20T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:41.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH! and I'm persuading for subsidy for the iPod touch I have in mind. &lt;br /&gt;It's looking good; so keep fingers cross! :D&lt;br /&gt;(Contemplating between the 8GB and 16GB)&lt;br /&gt;[I made up for pass post just by posting all of these :P]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-5594023296050487875?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/5594023296050487875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=5594023296050487875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/5594023296050487875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/5594023296050487875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-and-im-persuading-for-subsidy-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-1244410260516612914</id><published>2009-08-20T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:41.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PICTURES TOMORROW. PROMISE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-1244410260516612914?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/1244410260516612914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=1244410260516612914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/1244410260516612914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/1244410260516612914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/08/pictures-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-9090772828495198931</id><published>2009-08-20T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:41.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I guess I should update (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was Sunday dine out with Bee. But it's been long, and I'll just skip that, though I was a happy nut :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went for CCA. The 2E2 guy did apologise. It was hilarious. He was so afraid that WeiKiat would go find him again. But nevertheless, still a jerk. &lt;br /&gt;So I pretty much still dislike him as much as he dislikes me. &lt;br /&gt;After that trained back to White-Sands, intended to slack awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Matthew and Michael were on bikes, so went to Pasir Ris park for awhile. The swings and the kids there kept me occupied :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I got bored and wanted to hop onto Michael's bike.(There is this thing where you can stand on, while the person rides?) So I stood, and when Michael said not to move a muscle, I didn't. I seriously stood super straight cause I was afraid I would fall. In the end, I only got scarred by the tyre, cause I didn't move, even when the wheels turned. It pressed into the skin, with friction, it left a pretty long and ugly mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't look bad but was super painful yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Today, the whole patch just looks bloody red.&lt;br /&gt;It seems to have dried or something, but it still hurts like crazy 0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bee said I disfigured my legs.&lt;br /&gt;Which is true. Since I bet only my legs are my greatest attributes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's that.&lt;br /&gt;OH! and we moved to the Multi-Purpose Room because one of my classmates broke his toe&lt;u&gt;s&lt;/u&gt;.(I heard it was before the soccer NYAA even started; during warm-ups.)&lt;br /&gt;So the air-con is just chillin' and we're all freezin'&lt;br /&gt;But I'm glad we are downstairs :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-9090772828495198931?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/9090772828495198931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=9090772828495198931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/9090772828495198931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/9090772828495198931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/08/well-i-guess-i-should-update-there-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-7950683569530899597</id><published>2009-08-13T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:41.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing much today really ):&lt;br /&gt;Except my computer is coming apart):&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my brother; MY computer is effing screwed. There are a lot of problems popping up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I finished my Digital Story script :D YAYNESS:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-7950683569530899597?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/7950683569530899597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=7950683569530899597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/7950683569530899597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/7950683569530899597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/08/nothing-much-today-really-except-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-6908957254622049231</id><published>2009-08-12T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:41.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, my method of not caring about it actually do helps :D Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bee smses are a charm &amp;amp; he was like asking if I was home and said he would take care of me if he was around (as in really around the corner kindda around) and just make my gut problem better (: See, really reliable and simply giving me a sense of security :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom was nice as soon as she started dinner(: Her XianCaiDouFuTang did miracles and I was able to finish the plate of rice, though my stomach isn't exactly happy and normal yet ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking when I was bathing just now, perhaps this trait(you know, push it away to the deal-with-it-later-colum) is God-given (: Well, who knows, but if so, I really am thankful :D This trait of mine, though irrealistic, but really allows me to be happy (: &amp;amp; Sometimes, not caring about it at the current situation will actually make things better cause good stuff happens and it'll just erase the bad stuff. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;In a nicer; yet naive way; I'm a hopeless optimist (:&lt;br /&gt;SEE! I MADE GOOD OUT OF THE BAD (: Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sunshine"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-6908957254622049231?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/6908957254622049231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=6908957254622049231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/6908957254622049231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/6908957254622049231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/08/okay-my-method-of-not-caring-about-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-5058202438143910681</id><published>2009-08-12T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:41.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Disclaimer : This is going to be a relatively sad post ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was still okay (: Dull though ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, went to lunch with Bee and it was library after that. &lt;br /&gt;Got a few books and was home after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, why this is so short, is cause I'm really feeling sick in the stomach. I can't even finish a plate of rice during recess and when I was offered really awesome fries, I turned them down (during lunch) I seriously feel that something is wrong with my gut and that's just plain weird. &lt;br /&gt;Sure I want to become a 24 waistline lady, but I don't think it's exactly healthy that I'm turning away from food ): Sighs. I rather be a fat 27 than feeling sick in the guys and feeling turned off by food ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly:&lt;br /&gt;It'll be a lie if I say I'm not bothered. Cause I am. Relatively bothered, I might add. But well, I'm just going to suck it, and rely on my faith I have(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, my shoulder hurts slightly, from knocking on the bar of the door ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourthly, momma's being an ass): She's giving me a thrashing for coming home and using the com straight away ): &lt;br /&gt;Just deal with it lurs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to sleep and drown out everything, cause facing it is too much for me at the moment. &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I pretty much am escaping the stuff and not facing them straight up, but well, I'm happier with it this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bee's smses are helping (: I'm over-dependent, and I have no idea what anyone or even I myself can do about it ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-5058202438143910681?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/5058202438143910681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=5058202438143910681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/5058202438143910681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/5058202438143910681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/08/disclaimer-this-is-going-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-3877160457259621905</id><published>2009-08-12T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:41.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Disclaimer : This is going to be a relatively sad post ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was still okay (: Dull though ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, went to lunch with Bee and it was library after that. &lt;br /&gt;Got a few books and was home after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, why this is so short, is cause I'm really feeling sick in the stomach. I can't even finish a plate of rice during recess and when I was offered really awesome fries, I turned them down (during lunch) I seriously feel that something is wrong with my gut and that's just plain weird. &lt;br /&gt;Sure I want to become a 24 waistline lady, but I don't think it's exactly healthy that I'm turning away from food ): Sighs. I rather be a fat 27 than feeling sick in the guys and feeling turned off by food ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly:&lt;br /&gt;It'll be a lie if I say I'm not bothered. Cause I am. Relatively bothered, I might add. But well, I'm just going to suck it, and rely on my faith I have(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, my shoulder hurts slightly, from knocking on the bar of the door ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourthly, momma's being an ass): She's giving me a thrashing for coming home and using the com straight away ): &lt;br /&gt;Just deal with it lurs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to sleep and drown out everything, cause facing it is too much for me at the moment. &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I pretty much am escaping the stuff and not facing them straight up, but well, I'm happier with it this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bee's smses are helping (: I'm over-dependent, and I have no idea what anyone or even I myself can do about it ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-3877160457259621905?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/3877160457259621905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=3877160457259621905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/3877160457259621905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/3877160457259621905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/08/disclaimer-this-is-going-to-be_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-7383420480186412872</id><published>2009-08-11T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:41.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okays, I guess this should be an update (: Blogger is screwy, and the previous post isn't showing anything ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for starters ; &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Didn't do much :P Was lethargic and pretty much stayed home the entire day (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmms, beginning of the day was long ): Afternoon napped and around evening went out to celebrate Brother's birthday (It was an advanced thing) at Swensen's :D Ate ALOT and the ice-cream was such a treat :D Although I wasn't able to finish much of it.&lt;br /&gt;Afterthat walked around and shopped a little and spent a little of Daddy's money :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 8; Daddy drove us to Kallang :D&lt;br /&gt;Intending to watch the fireworks (: I love the bridge there! &amp;amp; I'm aiming to visit JUMBO Waterfront one of this days when I feel loaded.&lt;br /&gt;Well; the position we're at didn't allow us to catch the full glimpse of the Fireworks display ; and sadly, we only saw a little of the entire spectecular cause of the two buildings blocking. The fireworks are a little low this year (According to Daddy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then rushed home after that to watch Singapore Idol :D It's super funny &amp;amp; I actually like the Auditions more than I like the competion itself :D&lt;br /&gt;After that talked to Bee for a while &amp;amp; then bathed and crashed (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed home the entire day &amp;amp; knocked myself out with watching shows :D There's a new show I'm hooked onto :D It's the new Taiwan police drama (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was painfully dreadful ); I wasn't feeling comfortable and blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During AP; Ms. Nur stomped out just as soon as the lessons were starting due to XXX reasons (I'm lazy to state). I really sympathise, but well, situation are just; I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then left to DTE to find Bee and the rest (:&lt;br /&gt;Julia, Marcus and I were like walking really fast and actually competing who will get there first 0.0 It actually just started off with me walking fast cause I'm impatient :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that bought coffee and went to WeiKiat's house cause Bee's computer crashed. We knocked ourselves out with YOYO and pingpongs :D HAHAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME LOVE TABLE TENNIS NOW :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just bathed and I can't stop sneezing ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm typing this on Words first in case my hardwork disappears again :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-7383420480186412872?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/7383420480186412872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=7383420480186412872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/7383420480186412872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/7383420480186412872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/08/okays-i-guess-this-should-be-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-8247386246841195487</id><published>2009-08-08T09:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:41.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Praying for the odds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-8247386246841195487?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/8247386246841195487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=8247386246841195487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/8247386246841195487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/8247386246841195487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/08/praying-for-odds.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-8136201814099997239</id><published>2009-08-07T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:41.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My throat is dry &amp;amp; the chocolate cake just now ain't making it better ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go to school today :p It was planned last night cause I was feeling lethargic :p&lt;br /&gt;But this morning woke up to a sore and dry throat and more lethargic feelings followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways ; went to fetch my brother from school with Momma. Then cabbed to McDonald's for breakfast at Tampines (:&lt;br /&gt;Bought a book and was home after that (:&lt;br /&gt;Went to see the doctor just for the MC after that.&lt;br /&gt;Diagnosed with a common flu that's about to start ? 0.0 Anyways, the consultation was less than 5mins and I think that smart doctor knew it was all a fraud :p&lt;br /&gt;But well, since Mdm Farah called, I really did have to produce something :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept the entire afternoon through (: It was nice (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that go Grandma's house for Cousin's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Quite dull and I was just not in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;The cake was just pure evil-ness. It's chocolate layered WITH REAL CHOCOLATE! Not artificial chocolate cream, but real melted chocolate. The layered cake is also chocolate. The cream on the second layer was REAL whipped cream and the other is PURE chocolate with blackberries ? (I have no idea what the berry is called, it's the one in BlackForest  Cakes. I simply love them!)&lt;br /&gt;It was pure delight, but I think it really was the cause why my Tonsils and the area around it hurts now ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called Bee this morning &amp;amp; he sounds bad ):&lt;br /&gt;He said the fever is still there ): &amp;amp; I just feel bleh ): Heart pain lehs.&lt;br /&gt;After that never heard from him and it's biting in me ):&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm never the kind that can cheer people up , so I'm pretty much useless :P&lt;br /&gt;Just hope he gets better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-8136201814099997239?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/8136201814099997239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=8136201814099997239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/8136201814099997239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/8136201814099997239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-throat-is-dry-chocolate-cake-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-8269011084762678845</id><published>2009-08-06T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:41.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BLOGGER IS BACK UP (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's not making me feel better. I feel like shit because Bee is sick with a temperature of 39plus? I'm just very worried and there's this pounding at my heart. I almost wanted to crouch and hug myself in the taxi back home just now. Just to make this dreadful feeling go away. I don't like it at all when he's sick ))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a drag through really. Reading most of the time. My legs are still sore and LIT is screwy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyways, hope Bee get better soon! Hopefully by Sunday? If Saturday okay already, even better!&lt;br /&gt;I really am looking forward to see the fireworks with him this year ...&lt;br /&gt;Plus, the longer he takes to recover, the longer I'll feel sick in the stomach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-8269011084762678845?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/8269011084762678845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=8269011084762678845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/8269011084762678845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/8269011084762678845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/08/blogger-is-back-up-anyways-thats-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-2081654431474255138</id><published>2009-08-05T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:41.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One word ; Pissed.</title><content type='html'>Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISCLAIMER : This is a bladey vulgar, rather sinful,long and draggy post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day wasn't bad at first (: It was actually good (: As in laughing non-stop, good.&lt;br /&gt;Then after school straight wasn't bad either. Lunched with Bee (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA was horrible! Trust me, you don't want to be in my shoes right now.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously am mad and I really detest those jerks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cut in: Mommy is being an ass. She's irritating me to the very core, nagging like me coming home late was my fault. Blahblahblah, and it's all the crap that I don't want to deal with!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly; I regret putting agree that the school is providing their best to enhance our learning in Extra-Curriculum Activities. Cause it's not. THEY ARE NOT PROVIDING AT ALL. They don't even give us a shit-ass bus after CCA to at least get out of the secluded area where Laguna is located. They really can go screw themselves. Like, seriously! We did so much for the carnival blahblah. I'm sure they can the least afford a transport right? So budget for what? &lt;br /&gt;Yeaps. Smart-asses would have guess. They canceled our bus transport to Simei this term onwards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly; I detest guys who are not generous and are stingy effing bastards, who are not at all gentlemanly at all. There are four assholes, who doesn't even give a shit about two pathetic girls, who are broke and have no means of traveling to anywhere! &lt;br /&gt;Conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The bus that carries the workers; which we can hitch a ride from, has left," I said, annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Walao ey. Aiya, call cab lurs!" Big nerdy looking, oldish big ass, main jerk said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A cab won't be enough to fit all of us," Julia, smartly stated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then call two cabs, (and something which I wasn't sure.)" Guy 2 with big pimple on his nose said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm not sure. I'm only going to state the stuff I can prominently remember)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aiya, then we one cab. The two of them,(referring to Julia and I) take another cab, which they are going to get on their own, pay on their own, if they have the money." Those stuff came out from his mouth! (Of No.1) LIKE GO DIE LURS! SHOOT YOURSELF AND STUFF THE BULLET UP YOUR ASS EY! (I can't help it.)&lt;br /&gt;He even emphasized on "Get their own, pay on their own, if they have the money" URGH!&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I think we did probably mention we were BROKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I screamed cause I blew my top, "You guys are idiots man!" &lt;br /&gt;I was about to say effing bastards. :p I was just so mad. &lt;br /&gt;In the end, me &amp; julia walked out on the murderous long and secluded path that leads to the mainroad where we hopped on a bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way, the guys in the taxi passed us. They slowed down. Julia thought they were going to be nice, and ask us to hop in or something. BUT THEY ACTUALLY STOPPED TO WAVE GOODBYE TO US! (INSERT FUCK YOU)&lt;br /&gt;I mean, please lurs, the least you can do is drive off and live with the asshole conscience of yours. YOU GUYS ACTUALLY SLOWED DOWN THE CAB, JUST TO WAVE BYE TO US AND MAKE THE SITUATION WORSE. NO LIFES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feet is swollen now ): &lt;br /&gt;It's redish ):&lt;br /&gt;My shoulders hurt):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Bee is real nice for making an effort to make me smile (: &lt;br /&gt;Introduced a new song: "Survive-Gabrielle"&lt;br /&gt;It's good :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still mad at those guys, and my brother who played with MY laptop, and made the "down" key pop out! I almost killed him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-2081654431474255138?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/2081654431474255138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=2081654431474255138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/2081654431474255138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/2081654431474255138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-word-pissed.html' title='One word ; Pissed.'/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-5176723807808738172</id><published>2009-08-04T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:41.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My anger meter just exploded. I double hate maths now. &amp; I feel like tearing the darn book. That's how crazed I am. This post isn't helping either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-5176723807808738172?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/5176723807808738172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=5176723807808738172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/5176723807808738172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/5176723807808738172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-anger-meter-just-exploded.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-8130719230935135257</id><published>2009-08-04T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:41.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's something called "I REALLY HAVE NO IDEA"</title><content type='html'>It's dang important and I really have no idea. It's like ; 3E3 is what I had in mind. Then comes along 3E4, which offers pure humanities. When I was put into the spot where asked; "What is your preferred class?" I'm totally out of it.&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention, it's bugging me. &amp; It makes me sad ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I skipped AP today. I finally understand we're made having a conscience. It bites on you so much,that it equalizes to the actual punishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia was out of sorts today. &amp; I was just "I don't even give a shit if blood comes dripping down my nose and my hair is sticking." &amp; dragged through the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, went to Bee's place and played monopoly :D With Julia &amp; WeiKiat(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired now. Moody too. &lt;br /&gt;Screw maths.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-8130719230935135257?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/8130719230935135257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=8130719230935135257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/8130719230935135257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/8130719230935135257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-something-called-really-have-no-idea.html' title='It&amp;#39;s something called &amp;quot;I REALLY HAVE NO IDEA&amp;quot;'/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-1281062788660318998</id><published>2009-08-03T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:41.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ever since Julia mentioned about her momma say she is flat-chested. It seems to be a topic following through the day. She really shouldn't have told Hazel &amp; I. We really did make her life miserable :p&lt;br /&gt;School was okay, I guess (: Diba is a real turn off though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then blahblahblah. &amp; After school went to library :D We're like bookworms &amp; geeks now. &lt;br /&gt;But along the way, it was "disturb Julia all the way" :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm actually quite lazy to blog &amp; this is really no fun anymore. I'm just feeling sick. The food in my stomach seems to be bobbing with every move I make. My legs hurt. My eyes are squirmy. There's this boney looking thing sticking out right below my collar-bone and I have no idea what it is. It's like a hump popping out all of a sudden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-1281062788660318998?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/1281062788660318998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=1281062788660318998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/1281062788660318998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/1281062788660318998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/08/ever-since-julia-mentioned-about-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-42351563151446004</id><published>2009-08-01T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:41.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dug out some old shit. &amp;amp; I literally laughed at it. Well, that's what you consider as young.&lt;br /&gt;(NOT THAT I'M OLD NOW!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D Going to Festival of Praise today (:&lt;br /&gt;Yayness :D Daddy is being a sweetheart. &amp;amp; I'm going to prove myself to be a good girl worth of this privilege.  HAHAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm cheery &amp;amp; bumpy now :D So the day's starting off good :D I'm just going to have to pull through the 1&amp;amp; a half hour, tuitioning that boy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This post is going nowhere, &amp;amp; a year later when I read this, I'm going to laugh till my ass drop out once again !)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-42351563151446004?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/42351563151446004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=42351563151446004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/42351563151446004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/42351563151446004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-dug-out-some-old-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-1868309775320918915</id><published>2009-07-29T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:41.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's call this : Whatever.</title><content type='html'>Well, let's just start off with today; &lt;br /&gt;Since I'm far too tired to think of what happened yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for Prayer Meeting.&lt;br /&gt;Something struck my mind &amp; its just, I don't know, a strong feeling (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was still okay.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; People around me should be laughing their asses off after recess. &lt;br /&gt;I mean, it was impacting to me. Disgusted &amp; Painful, added with a spice of, OMG. yeahs. I'm an over-reactor. But well, it's just - EEEYER!(In capital)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school actually thought Bee got AP. So walk here &amp; there, actually want go eat with Hazel. I know I was an ass. Hahas. Hope you ain't stranded &amp; you actually went to do whatever you planned to do. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bee &amp; I most likely just had our first tiff. Wow. &amp; I thought it'll never happen. But well, these are called hurdles. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm just like - hais. whatever. i just need to pause. not think &amp; breathe. &lt;br /&gt;Him too, probably. So I didn't really bother to sms or whatever. :p&lt;br /&gt;Well, just felt irking of myself for a second. &amp; I just needed to let it all out &amp; then think. So it really is nothing, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for Golf today. (Yeah,yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Was quite fun actually :D hahas. As long as I don't have to change, bring heavy bags &amp; walk in the sun, I'm happy swinging the stick &amp; hitting balls. HAHAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, missed our bus. &amp; We had to wait for a longlong while ):&lt;br /&gt;Hitched a ride. Before that, some guy who was hitching a ride too, dropped his phone into the drain. &amp; then blahblahblah. (I'm really tired to type it out lurs!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia&amp; I have a lot of secrets. HAHAS! Hilarious.She's like a drug pill or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's that. Borrowed books. Dinner &amp; it was home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just super tired &amp; lethargic. &lt;br /&gt;Going to watch ZhongJiSanGuo alr (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-1868309775320918915?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/1868309775320918915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=1868309775320918915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/1868309775320918915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/1868309775320918915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/07/let-call-this-whatever.html' title='Let&amp;#39;s call this : Whatever.'/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-4982300240632938673</id><published>2009-07-27T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:41.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainstorm :D</title><content type='html'>It rained like crazy today :D &amp; pretty much quite thankful for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started of good :)&lt;br /&gt;BlahBlah, fail my Physics test, blahblahblah, IPW is shit, blahblahblah, I got so mad at how unease I felt.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for Bee after that &amp; I felt some kind of new happy :D&lt;br /&gt;It was raining by the time his CIP ended. So we sat and waited out, but the storm was bad.&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, rushed through the rain. The umbrella was pretty useless. (Bee gave me his umbrella while he ran under the rain.) But it made me feel like Princess like that. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached his place, he find clothes for me to pull over.&lt;br /&gt;Then call me to change and sit down. While he cooked instant noodles for me. He insisted and I was not to do anything. &lt;br /&gt;The real sweet boyfriend of mine cooked and served me, treating me like a Princess once more. &amp; All I did was to sit, wait and eat. I mean, seriously, how many boyfriend's actually cook for the girlfriend? &lt;br /&gt;My dear one made sure I was warm, dry, fuzzy, well-fed and safe :D &lt;br /&gt;Three words;&lt;br /&gt;I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: Okay, so after that we played cards (I lost tragically) till I had to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be tiring IPW presentation tomorrow ): Not keen! Lemme repeat, NOT keen.&lt;br /&gt;Hope that I won't stutter &amp; I'll be professional . Hahas. Even better, to know what to say &amp; it just be over and done with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-4982300240632938673?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/4982300240632938673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=4982300240632938673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/4982300240632938673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/4982300240632938673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/07/rainstorm-d.html' title='Rainstorm :D'/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-5289608008260663306</id><published>2009-07-26T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:41.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend update?</title><content type='html'>Well, something is different about blogger and I'm still getting used to it.&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess this is a proper update?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat Sakae Sushi buffet with Bee,Julia,Michael &amp; WeiKiat.&lt;br /&gt;Hahas. Made my day perfect :)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you guys. It was something like a pre-25th lunch. It means a lot there even though the price wasn't a turn on, you guys were still accommodating and was willing to make my day :)&lt;br /&gt;Love you peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Adris can sometimes be a effing idiot. &lt;br /&gt;She scolded me when I called her on what we're suppose to do. (She called us to gather at Pearlyn's house, for IPW meeting. In the end, she wasn't even there!)Said we are wasting her Saturday and she needs to spend time with her family. She spoke as though we didn't need to! As if we have plenty of Saturdays to waste too. I mean, I can understand that you do need family time, but those were just harsh and pissing.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, left Pearlyn's house, and was straddling here and there. Blahblah. In the end, went to WeiKiat's house to slack. I slept quite  bit. (Tired whats, &amp; the chair was dang comfortable :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Bee. He made my day by calling at 11plus and asking if I wanted to lunch.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, rushed &amp; we decided to forgo lunch for movie :) Watched Harry Potter: The half blood prince. &lt;br /&gt;Practically, bought food in, sat there eat, &amp; catch nothing from the movie. &lt;br /&gt;It was like "Who the hell is the half blood prince?"&lt;br /&gt;I was guessing Thomes Riddles (whatever his name is, the evil freakish one who killed Harry's parents!) was the one?&lt;br /&gt;In the end, the headmaster died. The evil teacher (Snake?) said he was the half blood prince. &lt;br /&gt;The end. &lt;br /&gt;I know I'm a real spoiler. But well, warning that this was a bad movie. It wasn't really making much sense. &amp; I can't catch a lot. &lt;br /&gt;There were no battle or whatever. Pretty dull compared to whatever Harry Potter movies before. &lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the last one (Is it?) Will be better? I guess that's when the battle really starts. &lt;br /&gt;Super abrupt movie. Well. That's that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought another MANGO top by the way; Momma says I'm spendthrift. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed time with my dear one :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-5289608008260663306?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/5289608008260663306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=5289608008260663306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/5289608008260663306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/5289608008260663306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/07/weekend-update.html' title='Weekend update?'/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-6076288155834572625</id><published>2009-07-24T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:41.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Read my past post, &amp;amp; I found out loads of things.&lt;br /&gt;1) My style of typing then was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;2) My complexion then was really good!&lt;br /&gt;3) All were about Teddy. HAHAS. (From Teddy to Bee. What cool evolution! Even better than X-Men.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays. Tada. I'm going green. So that explains the new green skin. (Rhymes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New eye-candy : Mizushima Hiro ! He has that perticular look that attracts me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25th tomorrow (: Past days are making up for the lack of time this month. I'm satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I know it'll take a lifetime till I got bored of those brown eyes and perfect lips. How he is always so there? &amp;amp; With me when I feel the urgent need for him to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so this will mark the end of today's post. Blogger is still screwy, so I'm not keen in continuing a long post .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-6076288155834572625?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/6076288155834572625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=6076288155834572625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/6076288155834572625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/6076288155834572625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/07/read-my-past-post-i-found-out-loads-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-4462324458569331947</id><published>2009-07-23T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:41.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmms, the day has been pretty nice :)&lt;br /&gt;Hazel is real funny today. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;Well, drag through blahblahblah .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, together with Mike &amp;amp; Lionel, went to KFC to eat :) Halfway through, Bee called &amp;amp; came over. They said once he called, my face brightened up :) Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So blahblahblah, went to Bee's place. There were ZERO xiao qiang's today :)&lt;br /&gt;So we sort of crashed, intending to do work after actually. But in the end lazed around till 4plus? (What to do? We are people whom together with the other party, have no self-resistence/discipline :p Perhaps its just me?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked up, actually wanted to start. In the end, Bee taught me to play YuGiOh cards! Hahas! Kiddo couple. (I'm dorky. Deal with it.)&lt;br /&gt;Super fun &amp;amp; I think he lost to me on purpose? Hahas. So want to play again :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then gotta leave cuz late already. &amp;amp; Bee was like quietquiet one.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Baby, gotta leave arupbtly ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love him more with each passing day &amp;amp; I'm just going to say that over and over again. Cuz that's how it is. Falling with him over &amp;amp; over again. He is capable of such reaction in me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-4462324458569331947?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/4462324458569331947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=4462324458569331947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/4462324458569331947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/4462324458569331947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/07/hmms-day-has-been-pretty-nice-hazel-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-8434238880317201909</id><published>2009-07-22T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:41.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, first of, Blogger is screwy. So If this post looks funny, it's not my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, starting of the day woke up EARLY to go to Prayer Meeting in school :D Coolness (: It was nice, short. But nice (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was lessons. Drag through really. I managed to finish "Sunday's at Tiffany's" within 2&amp;amp;half days? Proud of myself (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I don't know why, but my fingers hurts while I type. I keep pressing the wrong buttons too ): ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmms, after school, went to Whitesands (: Slacked a little with Lionel, Marcus &amp;amp; Freddy.&lt;br /&gt;Roamed in the library alone after they left &amp;amp; borrowed two books which doesn't seem appealing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that Bee called :D Came over to find me :D Then Tapao-ed food to go over to his place :D&lt;br /&gt;He say I no life, cuz I chose to slack around on my own :)&lt;br /&gt;Hehes. What to say? I'm like this what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headline for the day!&lt;br /&gt;We were welcomed by &lt;strong&gt;xiao qiangs&lt;/strong&gt; (cockroach) once we entered his house, due to the cleaners clearing the rubish chute area and flammigation(sp?). I screamed like how I always would. Then it's Habeee to the rescue :D With his weapon, a can of Bygon, he killed every single one of them (making the floor super oily) He's like my superman :D Hahas. So while I stayed on my toes and shrieked wanting him to kill every single Xiao Qiang, I see.&lt;br /&gt;There were &lt;strong&gt;PLENTY&lt;/strong&gt; of them! &amp;amp; they were everywhere! Survivors who crawled up the walls.&lt;br /&gt;They were like extended family plus a few friends ya'know!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Habee was like "Stay there, don't move. Or else step on Xiao Qiang."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I was like "Eeeee. Habeee, there got one! Habee check under the sofa. Habee, check under the bed."&lt;br /&gt;Hahas, comical &amp;amp; I was like "If me, I run out of house already lo!"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Beee said next time go out of house and call him straight to tell him about Xiao Qiangs' attack. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after all the Xiao Qiangs are dead, I sat on the roach-free sofa &amp;amp; ate my chicken rice :D Hahas.  After that crashed with Bee for awhile (: It was nice (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Xiao Qiangs' story finish already (: &amp;amp; I love my hero who exterminated all the QiangQiangs. Hahas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-8434238880317201909?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/8434238880317201909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=8434238880317201909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/8434238880317201909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/8434238880317201909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/07/well-first-of-blogger-is-screwy.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-461398892009973413</id><published>2009-07-19T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:41.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, just came back from tiring shopping trip with momma (:&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time, since we had this bonding thing of ours . hahas.&lt;br /&gt;Bought a couple of tops &amp;amp; an amazing book that I'm hooked on now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I think I really should push my luck &amp;amp; ask to attend services some time soon :D Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I found out people around me are like revising &amp;amp; blahblah.&lt;br /&gt;Where else I'm the only carefree &amp;amp; care-less one whom is thinking I have the whole world's time :s&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm the black sheep, what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make up for that, I'm signing off &amp;amp; going to revise my Geog &amp;amp; History :D&lt;br /&gt;I believe I can make it :D hahas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-461398892009973413?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/461398892009973413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=461398892009973413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/461398892009973413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/461398892009973413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/07/well-just-came-back-from-tiring.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-4629635267912215290</id><published>2009-07-17T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:41.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;NEXT HANG OUT SPOT - Mind Cafe @ SAFRA :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-4629635267912215290?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/4629635267912215290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=4629635267912215290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/4629635267912215290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/4629635267912215290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/07/next-hang-out-spot-mind-cafe-safra-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-3614458753101220093</id><published>2009-07-17T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:41.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just reached home (;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; frankly speaking, this is totally not going anywhere. Might end this blog perhaps ? Not close, just stop it (:&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today in school was a drag through (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I failed my NAFA sit-and-reach. Bravo to me!&lt;br /&gt;Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I found out something! Ever since I changed this darn phone, the pictures are lacking! Did I mention, I changed a cybershot phone just for the pictures? I know I'm a weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People around me aren't camera fanatics, I guess ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a while more, &amp;amp; I'll bombard this whole page with candid shots (: That I promise. Who gives a shit even if it's ugly! :D True pictures speaks thousand more of words :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-3614458753101220093?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/3614458753101220093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=3614458753101220093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/3614458753101220093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/3614458753101220093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-reached-home-frankly-speaking-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-7074358889708557085</id><published>2009-07-16T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:41.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Senseless (:</title><content type='html'>Decided, it's only right to the least update a little.&lt;br /&gt;Life has been pretty nice to me (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm actually concern about my grades for once. But all has to agree, Physics sucks big time, &amp;amp; it's just a piece of shit. Don't get much of anything, despite Bee's precious time in coaching me.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not really sure what this post is going be about. Since it's a random sort of thing.&lt;br /&gt;Kind of like a drag through everyday , with lunching as a motivation ? Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latest hook-up is Vampire Knights (in Anime vers.) hahas.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a dork who loves comics. So what? I'm pretty much a dork to start off with (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was good , I guess (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"And Should I stumble again,&lt;br /&gt;Still I'm caught in Your grace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-7074358889708557085?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/7074358889708557085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=7074358889708557085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/7074358889708557085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/7074358889708557085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/07/senseless.html' title='Senseless (:'/><author><name>Sara</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-33739417.post-486228046847144057</id><published>2009-07-06T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:58:41.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have the sweetest boyf ever &amp;amp; I'm thankful for it.&lt;br /&gt;Amazing friends &amp;amp; group members &amp;amp; I'm thankful for it.&lt;br /&gt;Noisy and somewhat disturbing family but I'm thankful for it.&lt;br /&gt;Yeaps, I'm in a thankful mood(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little cranked and tired right from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, time with Bee was good :D&lt;br /&gt;HE COOKED FOR ME! IT WAS THE SWEETEST THING &amp;amp; I FELT LIKE I WAS ABOVE THE CLOUDS. ahahas.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; he &amp;amp; his momma really do feed me well :D i mean, they were so certain to make sure i had food ! hahas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i crashed in his bed listlessly :p (is listless a word?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterthat went to Jul's place for projects. It was pretty much crappy. but well, it's still to thank for(:&lt;br /&gt;sorry ey .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; while going back, Bee was sating something along the lines of &lt;br /&gt;"Bad mood so what? I'm going to be living with you for the next 70 years, bad mood good mood, I will still see one what,"&lt;br /&gt;*place the AWWWWWW here*&lt;br /&gt;heeehees ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; momma bought the cinnamon melts from Mcdonalds!&lt;br /&gt;it's superb for sweet pastry lovers! hahas! or maybe i'm just hungry :p&lt;br /&gt;it's nice though! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33739417-486228046847144057?l=iblabber-youread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/feeds/486228046847144057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33739417&amp;postID=486228046847144057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/486228046847144057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33739417/posts/default/486228046847144057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iblabber-youread.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-sweetest-boyf-ever-im-thankful.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</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></feed>
