<?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-28871427</id><updated>2012-02-17T12:20:17.274+08:00</updated><category term='hearts'/><category term='4th month'/><title type='text'>diligo est patiens ;</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>143</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-3162616289216885779</id><published>2007-09-25T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T18:37:48.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;sorry, im not posting here anymore.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-3162616289216885779?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/3162616289216885779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/3162616289216885779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/09/sorry-im-not-posting-here-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-6638501787114127799</id><published>2007-09-17T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T23:22:40.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gahhh this cannot be happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im addicted to japanese/korean drama at a time like this.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot possible help it!! everything is so dramatic and complicated, full of misunderstanding and romance and humour, and cute actors and realllllly hot actresses. super duper dramatic, just the way i like it! it's like full of complicatedness and tears because it all ends happily, kind of makes it worth it, fighting for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been watching 8 hours or thereabout today of hanakimi. haha chris intro-ed but i wouldn't expect him to watch this kind of show. seriously, SERIOUSLY. it's hanakimi -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell, but im addicted to it, watched practically the whole season today, save ep 12 which will only be aired next week. the japanese version so beats the taiwanese, i don't know why people keep saying the taiwanese version is better. just because she and some other boyband is acting in it, farenheit was it? sorry about the terrible spelling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i apologize to someone, i wish i could bow like the japanese. i wish our culture could bow to show that we are really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i really like nakatsu and all the stupid inter dorm competitions! makes me wish i was living in a fun, retarded dorm filled with spazzy people to brighten your day morning, noon and night, and my bunk mate can read auras and see ghosts! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways im starting on another drama called my girl, korean one, seems nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't usually laugh at things people would call funny, like on youtube, all the retards trying to be funny just to become famous. it's stupid and ridiculous, all the stuff they try to pull, i swear, i have never laughed at an idiot trying to be funny, only those accidental incidents where someone does something stupid or whats it, and at that point, you can actually tell what is fake and what is real funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but during my dramas, i laugh and cry like poop, so much that my mom would look at me and think that im looney, im serious. the whole of today! she was like 'you know, today i taught my english class at chuch about overexpression, you're overexpressing yourself -.-" ' but i cannnot help it! tooo niceee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to monsoon to get my hair cut today and my stylist was soo bitchy and funny la haha, had a great chat and he as a very complicated life. ever heard of someone who travelled around the globe following his mom's jobs but only held a cert up till secondary school education but got into laselle by portfolio for graphic design and 8 months later, purposely quit school to go party -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he educated me on life, which in short was : no matter what you do, don't sleep with your boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone can recommend any nice soppy koreal/japanese soaps?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-6638501787114127799?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/6638501787114127799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/6638501787114127799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/09/gahhh-this-cannot-be-happening.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-8702123025034041544</id><published>2007-09-16T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T00:05:39.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;heal my heart and make it clean,&lt;br /&gt;open up my eyes to the things unseen.&lt;br /&gt;how me how to love, like you have loved me. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please help me take away my jelousy, pride and hate, and show me how to love unconditionally like You have loved me everyday.even at my weakest, no one knows but You and You still love me as much because i can feel it. in the winds, and sadness, You're the one i can only depend on to catch me. You have hurt me, but i'll gladly give you my heart and all of me because i love You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;break my heart for what is yours,&lt;br /&gt;everything i am for our kingdom's cause.&lt;br /&gt;as i walk from earth into eternity &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've realised how when the heart gets stabbed the whole body hurts. i  clutch my chest all the time that happens but the pain just spreads. i don't know what im doing now, it feels as if im living some one elses life. i just feel. all the hurt, the pain and the bad days,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thats ok. i don't mind what happends to my heart anymore, You can take it and use it for your cause. You can mold it into what you want for your Glory. it's just, i don't want to make people hurt anymore, please wash away the blood on my hands and redeem me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to start living right now, and i want to feel You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thank you Lord for today, you've helped me supress many emotions which i could not have done without you. thank you for hosanna, because everytime it plays when im doing my qt, i cry all my pains away and im left a lighter person. i tingle with Your touch too. hopefully it is your touch :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for my friends, all of them. You know when to get them to talk to me when im at my lowest, and im truly blessed.&lt;br /&gt;i am lucky to live as i am, and i promise You, i won't ask for anything more, no matter what is going to stay and what is going to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just help me to open my eyes to the things unseen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-8702123025034041544?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/8702123025034041544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/8702123025034041544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/09/heal-my-heart-and-make-it-clean-open-up.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-404176244503859055</id><published>2007-09-14T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T21:59:42.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wonder if you can grasp something until your hand feels so numb you can't feel anything anymore, probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if someone can really live in solitude without going insane, probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if love can make you commit a murder, probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything you wonder about probably has some sense of logic in them, like, the feeling you get when someone you like or admire looks at you or talks to you or kisses you, you get butterflies in your tummy, fluttering delicately, making it tingle. but it's just because your endocrine gland is secreting adreleline to your organs, causing that sensation. it isn't magic like what i thought the last time, it's just pure logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if someone's being can get so consumed by logic that they forget to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im happy wondering.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, prelims, you are but a stones throw away in the distant past. the one time i have to go through you, it's all over. a biggggbig break for me, having all my subjects crammed this entire week, mon - thursday off :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats my calling for playing some intense tennis which i missed out on. finally, can start training for spex at the end of the year. eh, wait a minute, there's still igcse's. but i still have next week offffff. excluding friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;art today was a killerwhale! so irritating, just like saturated fats. 4 hours lookinf at b's fugly crab, aiyo, it's so sad i forgot to bring crabs. i kept him for like a longgg time, stinking up the freezer then i don't use him. what a waste of space!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b brought wine gums though, reminded me of england. i'll bring something some other time so we can have a mini picnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess my observational study didn't quite come up to the crap i imagined it to come up to be. bea has a picture of my work. im gonna irritate her until she send it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywhoos, for those of you who have exams next week, all the best, you know im praying for you to do well in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bullshit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-404176244503859055?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/404176244503859055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/404176244503859055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-wonder-if-you-can-grasp-something.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-1027550525157209382</id><published>2007-09-11T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T21:14:49.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EEEEEEEP, THIS IS TERRIBLE/ i know it is terrible, but terrible things save us from insanity.&lt;br /&gt;if chem saves you from insanity, then i rather go insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can be sane and suffer in agony while i rest in my mental institute in solace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D140ZZ0R5 =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l140zz0r5, m140zz0r5 dfjlkjflsdkjflkdfj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doode i have no life ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;superman, please come in your tighty-reddies and save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my family has resorted to using a metal spoon and hammering on huge chunks of ice without much progress in order to get smaller chunks of ice. i held a spoon and banged on a frozen chunk of ice continiously but to no avail, and then, super daddy comes to the rescue. he starts banging, placing the block of ice in a container and placing it on the floor and starts whacking, but to no avail. 'wait' he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he comes back later with a hammer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now we have smaller chunks of ice :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW THERE IS THE IPOD VERSION OF SPARK NOTES. but it's expensive, cooooool though! ipod spark notes haha so cool, smokin' cool.&lt;br /&gt;sugar peanut butter chocolate. seriously ah, nikki and chris are retarded. chicken ham and pork. C.N.N,  AIYOOOO, but they work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKJDKALSDJALKSJ DYINGG HERE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-1027550525157209382?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/1027550525157209382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/1027550525157209382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/09/eeeeeeep-this-is-terrible-i-know-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-2557489750741511642</id><published>2007-09-10T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T21:40:41.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;edit:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HOLY SHIT IT'S MATH TMW.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow it just processed, the information just reached my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started crying a bit just now when i knew how much trouble i would be in tomorrow for math, it always happends im getting sick of it. i stress until i cry, it's really quite pathetic but i can't help it. it's been like that for a long long time. i don't think anyone knows i cry over math. only math, it was chem the last time, umm no bio, mid years but without doubt, math would be the one i shed the most tears for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darn i think i'll start hating this blog soon, because it's titled math is my friend, you see the title was supposed to be a positive thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i read beebee's blog (haha beatrice la) and the complaining part, i complain until i get people so pissed off, it's unhealthy but i can't help it. i know it's irritating. but people don't say 'im sorry i know it's irritating i'll stop now' when they're sooooo blooody irritated and start complaining, well this is a rather pathetic excuse but it's true. it's just, now a days ARGGGGGGGGGGGG CARROTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i complain too much my mom got pissed at me during tennis because i was playing rather terribly and on top of that, MY RACQUET STRINGS BUSTED after like what 2 months?!?!?!? grrrr and because i sold my other racquet to jen i have no spares so i couldn't go for training for sunday and i play really bad with other people's racquets gah this is so troublesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i complained so much on the phone i chased chang away too. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways on a lighter note, my house is out of ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the freezer refuses to make ice now i got no ice. i mean it's cold and all but the ice machine isn't working so we're out of ice. it's terrible for someone like me who has to drink her water ice cold ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im reminding you to appreciate your ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;(end edit)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i have finally decided!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to switch to xanga no more because all the skins are like realllllly ugly now, last time they used to make really pretty ones, so i just deicded to change my skin on this blog a bit and voila! good as new :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheap thrills, i hate playing with html, i seriously get so pissed off but i guess the end result makes you feel all accomplished, and ok ok this is for bea, i put my tagboard back up -.- my blog felt lonely :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no school today! because chinese o's are over!!!!! so im slacking at home watching naruto and starting on my math soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought sulin her peanut cake on saturday but since i didn't go to church on sunday, i couldn't give it to her &lt;b&gt;AGAIN!!! &lt;/b&gt;this is like the second time! so my dad ate it up. well he asked me nicely whether he could have it first so i said yes. ok sulin i promise i'll find a way to pass it to you, even if i have to climb the great wall and cross the artic ocean, and i'll even crawl through the desert to pass your peanut cake to you next time since i love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NARUTO!!!! they should show more of kakashi he's shoooo k3wll w0rxX! hahahahha ok i should go nowww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go and watch naruto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3,2,1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoops nikki's gonna kill me, 'WHY ARE YOU NOT STUDYING LI!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahha, ciao &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RuTBM7IdlfI/AAAAAAAAAKk/LBs5UKIo8q4/s320/DSC02015.JPG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108420305120761330" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suuulin ah your head too fat you're blocking shinny!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-2557489750741511642?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/2557489750741511642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/2557489750741511642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/09/ok-i-have-finally-decided-i-dont-want.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RuTBM7IdlfI/AAAAAAAAAKk/LBs5UKIo8q4/s72-c/DSC02015.JPG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-3098006163142206300</id><published>2007-09-08T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T15:14:56.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>doooode, im soo annoyed because i cannot think of a nice username. i want to switch back to xanga, i realised that i miss xanga alot after about 2 years of using blogger. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;username, please, come to me in a dream or resound in my head over again, i have been thinking about you for over a day but you refuse to come. what a srubborn arsehole. i need you to come now, i need a cool user!!!!1!!!!1!!!!1111!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-3098006163142206300?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/3098006163142206300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/3098006163142206300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/09/doooode-im-soo-annoyed-because-i-cannot.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-6462301299100757083</id><published>2007-09-06T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T21:34:58.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/Rt_-qLIdldI/AAAAAAAAAKU/_quxiFnybV8/s320/Image000.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107080502957675986" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 16TH BIRTHDAY SHINNY MY SEXY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like finally huh?! 16 candels on your cake, you're as old as me. thanks for being the greatest, and my one and only fishcake. you've been a wonderful friend and i could not have asked for more. you are so sexy h0rz shinny if i was a guy i would pounce on you and bring you back to my hotel, but im glad im not, so i can be your dearest friend instead of some horny chikopek, and if i was that disgusting chikopek, i would never ever get to know the real super you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for treating us to lunch today, it was teh awesomenessss man, haha i love group lunches, like the one we had today and the whole outing, it was great :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the entire day was an absolute blast. sucks to me, i havn't even gotten to studying. oh my gosh. absolute poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RuABNLIdleI/AAAAAAAAAKc/HZMlo9aAYYo/s320/Image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107083303276352994" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-6462301299100757083?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/6462301299100757083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/6462301299100757083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-16th-birthday-shinny-my-sexy-like.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/Rt_-qLIdldI/AAAAAAAAAKU/_quxiFnybV8/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-6787340229156642422</id><published>2007-09-03T09:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T09:58:46.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got in :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c'mon prelims, don't fail me now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-6787340229156642422?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/6787340229156642422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/6787340229156642422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-got-in-d-cmon-prelims-dont-fail-me.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-510924154373480755</id><published>2007-08-31T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T23:19:34.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was really a blast, gosh, i havn't had this much fun with my girls for like agesss! haha bings plus nikki reunite :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hip hop dance in school today went by pretty good, it flew by but i realised that if i had the choice, i would seriously consider staying on in acs to continue hip hop because eugene is so pro although at times he's a meanie. today, i saw the club grow beyond anything, all the hours of commitment we put in, the sweat and the irritation, it was a good show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever i got people coming up to me today to say how good the dance was, i feel really happy that we have achieved this as a team. my bonds with the crew are strengthening, the people who i normally don't hang out with showed me how absolutely cool they are and thats the best feeling, to get acknowledged for your hard work, and to feel a sense of pride that we know we have achieved this together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many more happy moments to come, heads up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, some sex in me, my body roll did look like a body roll from what i heard! (inside joke)&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, guess whats in my fridge right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like 7 boxes of lasagna man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha im gonna have a big fat feast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 big chunk of chocolate cake. i also have vegetarian lasagna and beef one, yummmmmmmy! absolutely yummy but i need to eat less because there won't be any dance for a while now, and my butt is gonna be a store for excess fats deposited in me throughout the prelims where i plan to sit and study my buttocks off. nerdnerdnerdnerd,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but a portion of lasagna for lunch tomorrow should be okay :D scrumptious, delicious, mouthwatering tender beef lined in between generous layers of intoxicating sheets of pasta, topped of with a thick layer of mozerella cheese, grilled to cheesy perfection. with every bite, strings of cheese attaches itself to your teeth, with every scrumptious bit of consumption, you crave for more of that wonderful meaty meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahah i hope you're hungry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, bea and shinny cabbed to town after that and had lunch at fish and co met nikki after and went to watch hairspray! super bimbo movie, but zak efron, OH MY BLOOOODY  GOSH, is like a mini john travolta in his younger days. he was like sizzling up the whole movie. he has such a baby boy face it's so adorable! haha, high school musical 2 here i come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr figgles got new clothes too, he got wrapped, and that burnt 50$ right out of my pocket, but thats ok, he looks so hot now :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bea nik and shin were great fun, we walked around, window shopped, my wallet was flat, and you gotta love those girls, they never get tired of shopping! i swear, they're like super shopping machines ready to tear up orchard road. wow, shinny and bea just walk so super fast, i mean considering bea has really really really short legs. it's quite amazing! teehee, JACKED!&lt;br /&gt;shinny, her legs are so nice and slender, you wouldn't believe she can walk for like so long without even complaining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nikki nikki, no suprise there, every step she takes 'li im dyingggg can you ask them to stoppppppp' haha yea, the complain queen as we all know her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after, waited with bea for a while for chern and his friend to come to meet her,i took a train home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was fabulous, absolutely great. i look at mr figgles and i feel like hugging him all over again and admiring his white ipod body from top to bottom. he still looks as hot everytime i lay a second glance at him, thanks guys, for going with me to and fro from wisma to get mr figgles all funked up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RtgvkrIdlaI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/rCwyKhiQlaw/s320/DSC01945.JPG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104882484724471202" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/Rtgw5LIdlbI/AAAAAAAAAKE/4xkXQUQaB8E/s320/DSC01964.JPG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104883936423417266" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RtgxQbIdlcI/AAAAAAAAAKM/uVuMkWCnht0/s320/DSC01972.JPG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104884335855375810" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-510924154373480755?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/510924154373480755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/510924154373480755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/08/today-was-really-blast-gosh-i-havnt-had.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RtgvkrIdlaI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/rCwyKhiQlaw/s72-c/DSC01945.JPG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-7611186661500813598</id><published>2007-08-28T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T21:20:12.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yoyoyo wussup wussup! i r hip hop yoo. *rock on sign*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe, omgosh i love crabs, i mean not crab crab but my crab named crabs. my DEAD crab named crabs which never fails to strike a more alluring pose for me every art lesson where i stare at him for about an hour and a half doing his self portrait. although he gets puts back in the freezer everytime the lesson is over, he and i will claim an A* for my art exam together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RtQarLIdlVI/AAAAAAAAAJU/LbYwZkUYMJU/s320/DSC01840.JPG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103733606742594898" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RtQasbIdlWI/AAAAAAAAAJc/19lIu4XmLsU/s320/Image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103733628217431394" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)bea's ugly unamed crab and my beautiful, poised crabs :D&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, today it flooded in school, well, my feet got really soaked and all and eb was my hero of the day because he helped me transfer all my stuff out of my locker because the water level rose to that of the lockers, and seriously, i had ALOT of junk. he looked like some civil something rescue thingy thing, like civil something, i forgot what they are called but the rain was like severely heavy, and the groud was all muddy and yucks! jen and i had to take off our shoes during chem because our feet, socks and shoes were soaked too, and i got drenched and sooo wet la. urg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks shinny, nikki and kim for being my other heroes, brave brave people who took on the challenge of lugging my heavy and bulky baggage to safe groud, i applaud you all! ahahha no la, i just wanna say a big thank you :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RtQcaLIdlXI/AAAAAAAAAJk/HLF8uvrDveQ/s320/Image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103735513708074354" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RtQca7IdlYI/AAAAAAAAAJs/4q6QW5JSRyU/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RtQca7IdlYI/AAAAAAAAAJs/4q6QW5JSRyU/s320/Image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103735526592976258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)my locker was the first one with the door open, thanks to eb, all my stuff was transferred out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)look at the gunk and mucky water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,on another note, chang said there was supposed to be a lunar eclipse today, and i didn't notice anything. maybe i wasn't near the east thats why, and it's lunar, that means it won't make much of a diff right? because like lunar, the moon gives off it's own light? and it's so dim so if we didn't have a moon it'll still be like not pitch black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead it seems brighter!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RtQeM7IdlZI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/iMfMNK1u0zI/s320/Image000%231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103737485098063250" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sky looks purple! and it's 9.11 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it does from my window!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways this is weird but i love doing bio practice papers, i know im a bio nerd!!!! embrace your inner nerd, mortals&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-7611186661500813598?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/7611186661500813598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/7611186661500813598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/08/yoyoyo-wussup-wussup-im-r-hip-hop-yoo.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RtQarLIdlVI/AAAAAAAAAJU/LbYwZkUYMJU/s72-c/DSC01840.JPG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-193815825856593247</id><published>2007-08-21T22:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T23:04:42.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She came to me in the simple dress of love, and her eyes said, "Lie with me for I am beautiful"; the breeze put down its leaves and listened, clouds slowed, the evening blushed. She grasped my chest then snatched her hand away whereupon that sullen child, my self, turned towards her face which seemed to say, "Give me your heart, I live for nothing else!" Hearing this, my heart, all needy, rushed towards that source of loveliness and light so that I gasped and cried out, "Desperate and without heart, who now will give me life?" Bringing me gently to her breasts she sighing whispered, "I will, for I am your heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/Rsr90bIdlUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/_V8a4Ivnv4k/s320/Image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101168605028783426" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-193815825856593247?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/193815825856593247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/193815825856593247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/08/she-came-to-me-in-simple-dress-of.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/Rsr90bIdlUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/_V8a4Ivnv4k/s72-c/Image008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-5542944820803855180</id><published>2007-08-16T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T23:13:16.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hellooo, long long time no post, and suprisingly, this week has been like kinda filled with tests but i wasnt even nervous for them like i normally am, like freaking out at the last moment or anything because everything is sooooo last minute :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it kinda worries me mangs, about next year, what am i gonna do, where am i gonna go etc and all that mumbo jumbo, like sulin, she's always freaking out la! hahaha and i noticed the people you hang out with really REALLY influence your character you know, like for example, i hang with jen during hip hop right, i  think i've actually become more manly. like all the sexy moves, eugene was like eh you look so weird you know, like diao right, gosh, she's depriving me of my womanly sex haha ok this is kinda diturbing to people like nikki who would go WHAT?!?!?! hahahah, but it's just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bea saw eugene today again hahah she was clinging to me like poops man, and shinny is my mushroooooom! sulin is my chups hahahah and im her chuck :D haha boo non lit students, you do not understand muahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, wusssssup? i like cooking pasta :D i want to make pasta everyday. i made for dinner today and my sis ate it, and it's not like alot of times she really compliments food okay, and she didn't let me finish the last bit because she wanted to eat it. i was soooo happy!!! i love seeing people eat my food and hear them say it's nice :D i like it when they have emotions, makes me feel so happy inside too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, i was so stoned for dance today, i don't know why la. eugene shouted at me a few times :/ i was kinda irritated already then he went to swear. like whoa oh well!!! everyones like that now a days, maybe im sefish and like i don't wanna hear it so it's not my problem and i should close my ears etc, but people who just swear in front of me, just, urg! like cmon you can use another word right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just feel very sensitive and irritated about this and i apologise for my intolerence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways chem test tmw, better mug hard man!! haha i sound like such a nerd la, sorry i can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am itching to play tennis. must play tmw!!!!!!!! GRRRR SO ITCHY LA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-5542944820803855180?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/5542944820803855180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/5542944820803855180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/08/hellooo-long-long-time-no-post-and.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-9134064285417420432</id><published>2007-08-11T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T21:30:47.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright, it's time to go into intensive study mode! kick off the fun facade and im gonna have 'a' stars written all over me (: jkjk haha fat hope eh? considering the fact that i've been slacking for 9 years, yes, since primary school! now it's time to buck up and be a sponge. to suck up everything and retain it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holidays have been quite fun, thursday, had a picnic at the botanics with my favourite ff's (excluding jen) and just, it was nice, but nikki had to plop herself down in the middle of 2 treeees, like in the middle, that means we didn't have shade. see now you got it nikki, shes suffering from a sunburn, actually me too! ouchies, its saw for like 2 days already, and i need to go back to far east after the exams, so many things to buy, soooo little cash! grrrr retail teraphy (sp?) works wonders and mends any broken heart or cures stressful minds yadda yadda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday i had tennis in the morning and then went to studyyyyyy! company was great, hilarious esp regarding that guy who was counting the calories of my chicken biscuit. finalllly got the 10 year series books, they're really good, sulin learns from them everyone, now thats your cue to pick up a copy asap, chem and bio! if sulin uses it, it garentees you an 'a' double star star star!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i had training in the morning, and im really happy with my progress! i cant wait to use my new secret stroke, my backhand underspin volley-smash on someone ^.^&lt;br /&gt;then i went to starbucks to study but it was full so i had to settle down at macs. studied for 3 hours or so, then got boreddd so i decided to do groceries for my mom. ended up going to buy eyeliner and a pair of shorts -.-, THEN i went to do the groceries, and im really happy, now i have one coconut in the fridge  just waiting to be eaten/drunk. lugged ALOT of groceries home and showered, and realised that my period was coming because i have a breakout. urg, my hormones suck, my uterus sucks and my ovaries suck.my gametes just suck! they me seem so unsightly! bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways watched 300 pound beauty today, oh gosh i cried so much at the end! so unbelievable and my dad was sitting right behind me haha, he was being normal and annoying but im used to it, he was like, so whats going on now, whats happening?? then when i answer him he goes ohhh then reads his newspaper. 10 minutes later, wahts going on?? is she bad? who is he?? then i explain for like 5 minutes, then he goes ohh and reads the paper again! he asked me during troy last time too! and its TROY, such a complicated plot! aiya aiya, haha my dad is one of a kind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered bea kept on telling me to watch 300 pound beauty on the plane, and she has good taste on this movie, it was good. BUT not for those overly dramatic soppy love storis which is just like kiss kiss hug hug get together have babies the end movies, but those with nice plots and romance ruleZzXZZzzZxX. haha bea likes the lakehouse and muisc and lyrics so much!!!! although im a sucker for romance, those are soooo eeeeeee chummy and just too romancy and BORING!!! &lt;br /&gt;haha sorry la bea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is really cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/Rr222Qi2L7I/AAAAAAAAAI8/8RnqILxpVDA/s320/AWwmoretimewithyou.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097431396523585458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;&amp; it's like being hit by a truck over &amp; over again but you stay in the road because when you aren't being hit by a truck the road is the best place in the world to be...&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah bah!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah bah black sheeeeeeep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-9134064285417420432?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/9134064285417420432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/9134064285417420432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/08/alright-its-time-to-go-into-intensive.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/Rr222Qi2L7I/AAAAAAAAAI8/8RnqILxpVDA/s72-c/AWwmoretimewithyou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-2247458172195318855</id><published>2007-08-08T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T13:38:01.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I'm selfish, impatient, and a little insecure. &lt;br /&gt;I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. &lt;br /&gt; But if you can't handle me at my worst, &lt;br /&gt;then you don't deserve my best"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-2247458172195318855?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/2247458172195318855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/2247458172195318855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-selfish-impatient-and-little.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-4805020885809817502</id><published>2007-08-05T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T21:34:32.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;sometimes you say all the wrong things.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is seriously SO cruel sometimes, well i guess our actions pave the paths we take but seriously, stupid random things that happen in the future really really just suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;in my life, there are just 2 senarios, number 1:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my day has been seriously horrid, nothing could go anymore wrong, my relationships are in a mess, my life seemed to have lost entirely all meaning, homework in a huge pile, people just making things worst and worst, they just shout at you ALL THE TIME because they feel that they have to venge, though you didn't do anything wrong, and you feel really irritated at the slightest thing. lets just throw in some more things for the best possible 'worst case senario'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my period is coming soon, so im having PMS and some guys just don't get the ups and downs of it, and they don't really know how we really don't give a shit about which dota hero pwntz the rest or which football team is the best. no, we just want our periods to faster come and go, and periods suck la, imagine, a crushed egg, BLOODY egg disintegrating in you with sometimes big chunks of blood going down your vagina and it's all so gross, and cramps too, and having to go to the bathroom to check if the thing was leaking! URG, i don't care about your moodswings amidst all my problems because it seems that my life cannot go any worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, after that, lets say im like super moody and all and just lazy and a bit retarded and theres this cool party to go to, obviously, i won't feel like going and be like all 'gosh i don't wanna go i'll look so horrible in my dress etc' but turns out when i go, i will most definately have the time of my life. that is if i go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;senario number 2:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything is going so swell during the week, friends seemed to have made up and everyones all high and cheery, homework done, boyfriend being really nice and just so lovable you think of kissing him all the time and just dying with him in your arms so that you'll be bonded for eternity, parents being sooooooooo nice they let you stay up late and they're on good terms, homework done and your most hated teacher ends up with food poisoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forwards to a amazing weekend or going to a party etc or going out on a date, you'll plan everthing perfectly, what to wear, how to get there, and everytime, things just turn out so well. by the end of the night, i would most likely wished i havn't have gone at all because it was crappy and im probably fighting intensly with people and all the mumbo jumbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh! it wasn't supposed to sound THAT depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life seems to have it's fair share of like 'opposite day'&lt;br /&gt;i just want life to be simple, very, very very very simple. no complications, no friends making you feel bad for whatever you've done wrong with absolutely no forgiving attitude, no hots and colds of relationships you feel like crashing a plane into marina bay just to slip into a coma to escape (escapism is not the answer* i know sulin!), no art to do, no lit to do, and no math. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want simple stuff.&lt;br /&gt;it's all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to live life and worship God and live in heaven after.&lt;br /&gt;i like singing praises to Him, makes me feel so happy inside to feel Him happy. i don't want to drift so far away.&lt;br /&gt;i want to pray for people and not feel scared that words won't come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the simple things are the ones hard to achieve because people won't just let you have it on a silver platter, they make you work and all ,and thats the reality of it all, until it becomes too extreme that is, it becomes revenge, and grudge and there's nothing you can do to erase that grudge, and it's not your loss, it's that someone elses. who's it gonna hurt in the end? them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh goodness! i sound so negative!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAJC (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my tennis coach is helping me get through through dsa, he asked me why i didn't come earlier to him, he got 4 people in already. oh well! i forgot, and he didn't come last week. geeeez i really hope i get in now -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RrXO5Qi2L6I/AAAAAAAAAI0/KNN4QCrk2RQ/s320/4z9hufs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095206036528574370" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-4805020885809817502?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/4805020885809817502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/4805020885809817502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/08/sometimes-you-say-all-wrong-things.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RrXO5Qi2L6I/AAAAAAAAAI0/KNN4QCrk2RQ/s72-c/4z9hufs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-5090280481242977321</id><published>2007-08-01T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T22:10:36.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“I just think that some things are meant to be broken.  Imperfect.  Chaotic.  It’s just the universe’s way of providing contrast, you know?  There have to be a few holes in the road.  It’s how life is.”&lt;br /&gt;-The Truth About Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holes holes holes and more holes! hahah oh well, we'll get over it soon, drama only lingers for a while, and then it'll just run off. oh well i think i do believe in karma and it's a scaryyyyyy thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it bit me so hard but now it's just going away and my body is trying to get ahold and straighten out my life yet again. whoalao, i've been sharing coconut juice with bea for 2 days now! one day i hope to bring a real coconut to school, those mini ones, they're so cute and nice :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gave my sis the tadpoles i got from miss cheong and i think ones about to turn into a frog!!!! the fattest one like sprouted legs, the hind legs, are like fully grown! its uite ugly though, and i think im gonna name it nicole!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for hip-hop tomorrow, it's gonna be PHUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i do want grey's anatomy season 3, doooooode, that show rocks my socks, gosh, i love grey's, silly nikki, went to introduce it to me and now im addicted, and i do want the harry potter final book, i havn't even bought it hahah sorry im quite cheapskate, i want the prices to drop first before i buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; thank you for the yummy terriyaki jerky &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RrCT8wi2L5I/AAAAAAAAAIs/7lGv2eNlNHs/s320/ellipses_by_established.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093733850588524434" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-5090280481242977321?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/5090280481242977321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/5090280481242977321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-just-think-that-some-things-are-meant.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RrCT8wi2L5I/AAAAAAAAAIs/7lGv2eNlNHs/s72-c/ellipses_by_established.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-7433542243878080525</id><published>2007-07-29T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T20:19:10.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RqyATAi2L3I/AAAAAAAAAIc/lus4gUy1iw8/s320/coconut.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092586342701215602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;COCONUT JUICE!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cravings for it has become very , severely extraordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ranted on and on about coconut juice during tennis training today.&lt;br /&gt;i really really need some. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POOOOOPPPPPPPPPPPPP HAHAHAH I LOVE SARDINES BETTER THAN TUNA BUT COCONUT JUICE THE MOST. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need some coconut juice nowwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i pray for you to be safe daily because thats as close as i can get. i ask God to give you safety and a stronger heart just because i think about you and i miss you more every single day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day babe, everything will be ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-7433542243878080525?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/7433542243878080525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/7433542243878080525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-seriously-need-some-coconut-juice-my.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RqyATAi2L3I/AAAAAAAAAIc/lus4gUy1iw8/s72-c/coconut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-685224146493008997</id><published>2007-07-28T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T00:08:10.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'LL TELL YOU SOMETHING,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE STARS ARE ON MY SIDE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the heavenly goodness of the purest oracles surrendering to my once wasted and terribly morid life! oh how i strife for it to go my way, where the earth stops and cherishes the moments where fun seems to be existant in my vocabulary, and emotional pains are but a distance away!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY HOROSCOPE SPEAKS THE TRUTH!&lt;br /&gt;like seriously! i was about to die of a heart attack! all the drama and the pains, they said so too! ahhhhhhhh, someone else knows about MY LIFE! the supernatural forces are trying to connect to me!!!! sooo coooooooool, that r0ckSzsZS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARRY POTTER SUCKS BALLS MAN! urgh i was soooo pissed i was yawning throughout the whole terrible movie. the kissing scene was so gross i had to cover my face! and i was so looking forewards to that part, and my terribly hot draco didn't even appear for like 1 minute in total, WHAT IS THE WORLD BECOMMING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhhh and theres this movie coming out right, starring mischa barton and hayden christianson!!!!! omgosh 2 super hot x 104893048 actors, i am soooo dying and swooning from hotness i think i need some air to breath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyai hahahahah i feel sooooo happpppy now! i think i can run 1km jumping for joy :D&lt;br /&gt;y&lt;br /&gt;today was soooooo fun! first since bea and shinny the 2  xiao jies were LATE jen and i went to the arcade first and she beat me at air hockey hands down -.- but i demand a rematch, i am not losing to someone who makes duct tape wallets. but we played house of dead and it was soo fun la, we make a pretty good team and i shot and shot until my fingers wre numb and couldn't move anymore! we made it to level 3 using 1 credit each, SO POWERFUL RIGHT? hahahah my trannie rocks my socks always (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bea and shinny went shopping and bought insanely expensive accsessories as usual, no suprises there, they are like xiao jies after all who refused to hang around the arcade! hahahha beatrice playing house of dead is quite hilarious and shinny playing the motor bike racing thing! hahahah to die for man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we headed to schhhhoooooooool for the musical!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgoodness the musical was sooo super good it deserves like 100 standing ovations! i really enjoyed myself, and i got my coconut drink too!!!! i think im in love with coconuts! COCONUT JUICE FROM FRESH COCONUTS ARE SO NICE! i loooove coconuts!!!! i wanna drink coconut juice everyday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and did i tell you that the play was wonderful?!?!?!?1 omgosh seannnnnn!!!!!!!!!! hahhahahhaha my idol!!! and anton like seriously goooood, i was soooo in awe, both of them did sooooo well!!!!!! haha gosh and alex and cj, cj cj cj was so good la. stupid poser boy could do an accent sooo well!!!! and LING, LINGGG!!!!!!! HAHAH LING WAS SEXY (: anna looked so good too and ananya in her dress, hahha oh ya did i say sean?!?!!?  chris was beside me swooning like some crazed fanatic taking mental images of sean's packs. oh boy, like im like, SEANS VOICE!!!!! he's like who cares look at seans BODY! like wth right!?!?!?!hhahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody looked so hot la but i still think _____ looks the best! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna watch again! and sean let me steal pizza, not steal la haha take pizza from the cast food place i feel soo bloated now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/Rqtodgi2LzI/AAAAAAAAAH8/fZIlCEmj8Gk/s320/DSC01521.JPG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092278659834064690" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RqtoeAi2L0I/AAAAAAAAAIE/0QT8tLeB0R8/s320/DSC01512.JPG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092278668423999298" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RqtoeQi2L1I/AAAAAAAAAIM/48f1T8Fl5TQ/s320/DSC01524.JPG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092278672718966610" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/Rqtoegi2L2I/AAAAAAAAAIU/CwXWa3oybgg/s320/DSC01533.JPG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092278677013933922" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-685224146493008997?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/685224146493008997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/685224146493008997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/07/ill-tell-you-something-stars-are-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/Rqtodgi2LzI/AAAAAAAAAH8/fZIlCEmj8Gk/s72-c/DSC01521.JPG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-5777768980065133399</id><published>2007-07-26T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T18:27:53.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel cold athough my windows are closed and my fan is on it's lowest lowest switch, must be the rain, and all the animals in the house are sleeping too, soo peaceful, makes me want to sleep too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was actually quite retarded, jen the tranny cannot leave me alone, i swear. today, she spit shinny's mentos at me by like the spitball method. like BAM and it fired at me, hit my tooth and disappeared. if she made my tooth fall out, i swear i would have gave her sotmach ulcers or something, haha imagine going through life bogay with your front tooth missing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywhoooooooos, lit coursework bekons! tell me im a good, smart girl , sadly, i don't get that that often. i only get how much of a slut i am sleeping around with the hotel 82 customers, hey, people find different ways to relax and have pleasure ok, just ask sulin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, i was kidna enjoying the probability topic because i seem so be ok at it, and it just flew by in like a week! now we're on some topic which i absolutely do not understand! haha , oh well, i will get by i will get by!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/Rqh04gi2LyI/AAAAAAAAAH0/wrujf4fVHck/s320/z67425029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091447892899933986" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And now we hardly talk, but you had so much to&lt;br /&gt;say those nights where there was skin on skin &lt;br /&gt;and I could feel your pulse. Considering I thought &lt;br /&gt;it meant a little more than this, &lt;br /&gt;I guess it's mostly you I'm starting to miss.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/lildarkgurl/thth86127rwja7d6v8k.gif" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, at least someone loves me!&lt;br /&gt;haha my graphic blob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i shall name it kevin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3,2,1, i think im gonna get murdered soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-5777768980065133399?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/5777768980065133399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/5777768980065133399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-feel-cold-athough-my-windows-are.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/Rqh04gi2LyI/AAAAAAAAAH0/wrujf4fVHck/s72-c/z67425029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-7352572130519276232</id><published>2007-07-25T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T21:32:38.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just realised how unpopular sulin is, no one like linked her new blog la, the eardiggerz one! i tried like almost all the ff's links and lo and behold, sulin's links were like all old and stuff! oh well, thats how much we love you su, not alot at all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why but i have been rather sadistic today, i thought of skinning someone alive and putting them in boiling water till they disintergrate and turn into soup -.-, aiya i feel very inane, i think i need to go to bali and relax by the beach and get those bali massages. sit by the sea and chill out, swim in the ocean and get stung by jelly fishes. oh boy i hate jelly fishes, they realy freak me out. im afraid to get stung and have a long big ugly scar for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, i was watching grey's and like this woman was walking and she got cut by an oyster then she started getting like a big bruise that just kept getting bigger. so the doctor drew a line on her leg and said, ok if the bruise doesnt spead across the line then you're to be discharged but if it does, then well diagnose it. then like a minute later, the doctor was like shit, because she saw the buise like spread up her thigh already, crossing the line by alot.&lt;br /&gt;in the end it was a flesh eating bacteria and the woman might lose her leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scary you know, like legs, who really appreciated them? until you're paralysed for life that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more importantly, i might not be here tomorrow. so i should treasure every moment. people whom i love, express it. people who are difficult, accept them. and live life one day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;hmm, tell you something:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining... &lt;br /&gt;you had an umbrella...&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed it, &lt;br /&gt;stuffed it down your throat, &lt;br /&gt;and then I opened it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Mary Poppinsed ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RqdQWAi2LxI/AAAAAAAAAHs/as2-o_nyf_o/s320/z69851731.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091126242799136530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess who?&lt;br /&gt;NICOLE MAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i can't resist talking to you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i've tried, and i've tried.&lt;br /&gt;but it just makes me want you more.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pfffffft!! you suck la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better have an early night tonight and wake up refreshed tomorrow so my day can follow it's same routine again and again. it's getting kinda boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if mercury explodes will we all get mercury poisoning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes me wonder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-7352572130519276232?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/7352572130519276232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/7352572130519276232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-just-realised-how-unpopular-sulin-is.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RqdQWAi2LxI/AAAAAAAAAHs/as2-o_nyf_o/s72-c/z69851731.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-8591080791128489386</id><published>2007-07-23T19:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T19:53:32.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha my blog hits like suddenly increased like this week by alot because of the drama in school and stuff. people are such kay-pohs! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, sad to report that the drama has subsided, well i think it has, and i hope we can all kinda live in peace in school. this school feels very different from the rest i have been to, i guess the layer of superficial glumness kinda engulfs it such that you're also under the blanket of superficiality. it's not all bad though, i've met many exciting and unique people which i know i would never get to meet in life and this really puts a spark into schoooooool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i told sulin that i felt like i had drifted from God these past few days, and today in the long mrt ride from bouna vista to novena ( about 15 stops PLUS train switching ), i though i about stuff. it's a really good place to think, the mrts and i realised that i have kinda slacked in character and stooped to that superficial impatient level. i don't know if it's a test but im really ready to invite God back into my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gives me the patience, selflessness, sensibility and he helps me to see the brightness in life when it's all glum. my heart really felt emptier the past day or 2. i've been too busy thinking of someone else, or something else to do that i seriously put God 2nd and i really regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost cried on the train because adonai by hillsong started playing, i don't know why! but it was a sense of hope and joy, sadness and pain altogetherk and i have gained back the strength i need to persue the ____ __ __ ____ (:  ( don't ask me what it is! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked to my mom about it and she was really spportive, she said, if you really want something, you've got to make up your mind to stick to it, and chase after it, persue it no matter what, only if you've made that decision so and you're very sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told her i was and i couldn't see myself anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this part of the post might not make sense to you, haha nyeh nyeh ne poo poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bea and me ate our primary school chicken biscuit after school, i miss that buscuit, brings back loads of primary school memories, but seriously acs international is such a rip off! the chicken biscuit is $.80 here but $.40 in primary school, grrrrrrr the school is so rich already and it still wants to rip us off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want the newest hillsong cd!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'll wait for the price to drop first hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RqSVpgi2LwI/AAAAAAAAAHk/79_5E9-R1Mg/s320/DSC01424.JPG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090358019178770178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heritage walk, im so proud of us! we walked for 6 hours and didn't die praise the Lord!!! hahahah &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya! on the train i saw this really sweet couple la, i think they might think i was a stalker or something because i kept glancing at them, but they were sooooo cute haha, really! i think everyone thought they were like gross kanoodling and all on the train but i thought they were so cute (: the guy was ang moh and he kept hugging the girl and kissing her cheek and head all the time and the girl was chinese and she put her head on his shoulder (: hahaha i felt so happy at that moment, i don't know why la, im very weird -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-8591080791128489386?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/8591080791128489386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/8591080791128489386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/07/haha-my-blog-hits-like-suddenly.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RqSVpgi2LwI/AAAAAAAAAHk/79_5E9-R1Mg/s72-c/DSC01424.JPG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-1341793746030238528</id><published>2007-07-18T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T19:35:21.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dear Kate,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               take a fellow of plain and uncoined constancy, for he perforce must do thee right, because he hath not the gift to woo in other places. for these fellows of infinite tongue, that can rhyme themselves out into ladies' favours, they do always reason themsellves out again. what! a speaker is but a prater, a rhyme is but a ballard; a good leg will fall, a black beard will turn white, a curled pate will grow bald, a fair face will wither, a full eye will wax hollow, but a good heart, Kate, is the sun and the moon - or rather the sun and not the moon, for it shines bright and never changes, but keeps his course truly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"henry v", v:11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-1341793746030238528?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/1341793746030238528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/1341793746030238528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/07/dear-kate-take-fellow-of-plain-and.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-1750226445782953981</id><published>2007-07-17T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T20:58:50.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>at some point in our lives, we want to run away. at point in my life is actually now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read bea's blog about escaping and seriously, i myself couldn't agress less on what shes said and all. it feels as if theres nothing worthwhile in this place anymore, save a few friends, but then, friendship is kind of temporary, well some friendships are. im not saying me but i guess in general. it makes you want to run and never ever look back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;run from the stress, i have so much overdue work it's crazy, run from the drama, tends to bump into me all the time. run from you because i don't know how to deal with it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;running sucks, it's super cowardly and poops but what if it really works? no one would actually care enough to stop me, so what do i have to lose right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know this blog post is rather silly and gloomy an pointless, but i just want to tell you that there is more to life and a person that meets the eye. sometimes we need attention from people when we are not, but not over excessively, sometimes we try to hard we don't even know why we bothered in the first place. sometimes we try to be nice but kindness is un-returned. sometimes, we do/say the most inane things so that youwill notice us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when thats all over, theres nothing left to stay for.&lt;br /&gt;try and hold me back and maybe i will stay, but once i leave, trust me baby, im never coming back, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate swearing, i really do. it makes me look down on people who do swear. people do it for attention. mainly for attention in some special cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running just as fast as we can&lt;br /&gt;Holdin on to one anothers hand&lt;br /&gt;Tryin to get away into the night&lt;br /&gt;And then you put your arms around me&lt;br /&gt;And we tumble to the ground&lt;br /&gt;And then you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think were alone now&lt;br /&gt;There doesnt seem to be anyone around&lt;br /&gt;I think were alone now&lt;br /&gt;The beating of our hearts is the only sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quiet time with God is aways good, me makes me see the sense in living life once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-1750226445782953981?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/1750226445782953981'/><link 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worse, i was soooooo like moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my mom made me sushi rice and really good breaded chicken, smoked salmon with herbs, terriyaki chicken, fried dumpling skin and i just calmed down suddenly, it seemed like my mom makes the best comfort food ever and i knew that she didnt know i would be feeling down. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got som really good books at the booksale today, im really happy because i bought purpose driven life and it will definatly renew my faith in God daily, and a couples quiet time book, mainly for my mom and dad but i wanna read it too because i've flipped through it and it looked really good. and a marriage problem book! haha talk about kiasu! i rather learn what selfish attributes and quirks i have now rather than risk failing my marriage! i know la im a true blue singaporean (: so terribly kiasu hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talks about forgiveness and how to apologise and accept and all that mumbo jumbo and how to just fix stuff, but my mom said that it was too in depth for me, maybe in a few years time hehe but if anyone needs because they're feeling as kiasu as me, don't feel shy to ask to borrow that book! it's mainly about God and marriage, rather, christian marriages haha but its like, not really holy moley (sean!) but just quite good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, i feel comforted once again, no more depressed feelings but just solace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i always don't bother trying things before dismissing them and that is a very bad attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a list of things i really NEED to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. go jogging&lt;br /&gt;2.donate blood (if im not underage, or when i come of age)&lt;br /&gt;3.abstain from sex before marriage &lt;br /&gt;4.do my quiet time every night&lt;br /&gt;5.work at ichiban boshi at novena&lt;br /&gt;6.treasure my friendships&lt;br /&gt;7. 'trust in the Lord in all your heart and lean not on your own understanding, in all your ways acknowlege him, and he shall direct your path.' prov 3,5-6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must go jogging to build stamina for saturday's heritage race thing!&lt;br /&gt;we must buy alot of munchies too, we may not have time to buy food!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teach me how to love, like you have loved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 40 days, i wish i would have more of a purpose driven life with the guidience of God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-3406847334811303839?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/3406847334811303839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/3406847334811303839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/07/teach-me-how-to-love-like-you-have.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-8737331814628993102</id><published>2007-07-15T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T18:56:46.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woke up at 7.45 this morning, got ready for church and drove to sulin's house to pass her her teddy bear! it makes me so happy to see her squealing with joy, she may not know it but to me, sulin's happiness is very precious to me, her smile lights up my day, i don't like seeing her getting hurt, and i feel like she's my little small squiggy toy, and i have to protect her (: haha it's so weird but it's true, i wanna be your gardian angel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because sulin is too accident prone la, i can't leave her alone for like 5 minutes without her staying safe, theres always some chikopek lurking around because she's so hot :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met nikki in church! i think i'll be going to niks church like forever now! haha weekly affair because it was nice, especially with nikki and sulin and i learnt alot today! my day was really good, early to bed early to rise :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then played 1 set of tennis at keppel with aneesah in the like 2.30 heat, i was seriously getting brain fried and i was playing so badly! the heat was like the biggest opponent. i just felt like giving up, when there's like so much heat and the match is soooo long, trust me, you'll feel like giving up too. and on top of that, playing so badly! peesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha but eventually i won 6-4, quite a close match! and we played tennis with the giant australian open ball! hahahha so fun, played around the world with that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fell in love with acjc once again, and i met another guy from there today, well i knew him la but i didnt know he went there, hehe the rugby guys are snobbish and the water polo ones too, hahaha i so wanna meet them and see the standard of snobbish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom was giving me a review of rjc today, she didn't sound too positive about it because it was supe competitive and she said that going to school isn't supposed to be that stressful and everyones so super competitiv there, which is just as well because i can never ever make it into there :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im considering SAJC and ACJC :D my coach coaches in SAJC so hopefully he can write me a testimonial (: and they have good tennis too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the earth will fade away,&lt;br /&gt;still my song to you remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the cd su! i got them in my com! all the songs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-8737331814628993102?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/8737331814628993102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/8737331814628993102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/07/woke-up-at-7.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-5535395200265171536</id><published>2007-07-14T22:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T22:54:51.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was really great, i think we were truly blessed as it threatened to rain so many times with dark clouds looming over our heads, but thank God for the great weather! slightly too humind/ hot for my liking but who are we kidding! we're in singapore! hot is so the new oka dots (remember the huge craze over retro pokadots? i still loveee them though) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what is soooo sweet? someone special winning you a soft toy in a carnival, and even asking for points from other peopl to get you that lets say, soft toy you really want. like especially, a guy getting a soft toy for a girl, like so meltable! if someone got me one i will be like squealing with joy! haha so sweeeeeeeeeeet and i bet i will remember that day forever, but sadly, no one has ever done that! like terribly and unfortunately, new age men are like so... new age! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT a new age girl like me isnt like any other stupid s.n.a.g, but rather, i am the exact good example a guy trying to woo a girl should actually follow. i literally asked almost everyone i knew for their points today, and even resorted to shhh, stealing some of them. using a sis to do my dirty work but she was really sweet and didn't mind. we had tons of fun today and i love her very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways thats not the point, the point is, someone really special in my life, someone who has actually played a part in changing my life wanted a teddy bear. that person really wanted the gigantic bear for like forever, and although that person secretly believed that i couldn't get enough points to get the bear, i did it! its ginormous, and the bear represents my love for SULIN, THE PERSISTANT GIRL THAT MADE ME PROMISE TO GET HER THE BEAR LIKE THE WEEK THE BEAR WAS ON DISPLAY IN THE GENERAL OFFICE. 'LI-EN I REALLLLLLLLLLLY REALLY WANT THE BEAR, I DON'T CARE YOU BETTER WIN IT FOR ME.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now there you go special (: i love you too much (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to sushi tei after with nikki and beatrice and i had a really good time (: we went to cold rock after that, and they didn't want to get my natural yougurt flavour, like they actually scoffed at me and thought that i was weird! you know what they thought WASN'T weird??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUTTERSCOTCH! &lt;br /&gt;whats so special about that HUH? i thought the butterscotch tasted a bit like medicine but i havn't told them! hahahha they thought i enjoyed it :D but they did more than i did, but i felt happy because they looked sooo happy eating the ice cream :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and seriously! the maltesers like stuck to my teeth evrytime i bit into them! urg!!!! hahahah i hate things sticking to my teeth, i always get an urge to get them out pronto!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got the pics off bea's but i edited them because im in the antique/fade phase now and vibrant colours don't suit my mood :D haha, except the icecream which i enhanced te vibrantness as ice cream is usually vibrant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/Rpji6Y74doI/AAAAAAAAAHM/BL8CJFHsnag/s320/DSC01352.JPG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087065271868880514" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/Rpji6474dpI/AAAAAAAAAHU/LsCgtGWc8Zs/s320/DSC01319.JPG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087065280458815122" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/Rpji7I74dqI/AAAAAAAAAHc/R2Y4zMdx9Fk/s320/DSC01350.JPG.jpg" border="1" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087065284753782434" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-5535395200265171536?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/5535395200265171536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/5535395200265171536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-was-really-great-i-think-we-were.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/Rpji6Y74doI/AAAAAAAAAHM/BL8CJFHsnag/s72-c/DSC01352.JPG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-8171586740879728266</id><published>2007-07-13T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T21:55:36.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and the people sing, the people sing,&lt;br /&gt;hosanna, hosanna,&lt;br /&gt;hosanna in the highest &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was going through my old stuff in school today, i didn't know how many memories i held there, so many emotions and all, it was quite hard to bear. i was so different, you were so different, but who are we kidding, we all are. everyone changes through time, like age, so does your mind, character and thoughts ripen and age with you, it's just so natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;CELEFEST MINUS 1&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a feeling tomorrow's gonna be quite great though im not like looking that much forwards to it! esp dinner! haha great amazing company and of course, my first food love, sushi!!!! i love the japanese and their raw fish! they rock, and the fishes rock too for letting me eat them, especially all the salmons but poor fishes, they have to swim upstream, like takes so much energy and we just eat them when they're weak, but one day, the salmon will strike back for sure, like fish power!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-8171586740879728266?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/8171586740879728266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/8171586740879728266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-people-sing-people-sing-hosanna.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-2147180164513773638</id><published>2007-07-11T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T19:19:16.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>boo, booooo, booooo, boooobs! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was fun, it was really slack because most of the classes were mrs mok's classes and i don't know why but no one seems to listen to her half of the time. it sometimes feels hurtful for her when she's standing right in front and no one respects her. everyones doing their own thing but she never ever gets really mad. at the end of the class, she's just puzzled thats all. she's a really nice teacher, though her lessons are quite slack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, respect is a funny thing. i think that if you don't respect someone and you let it show, it reflects back on you, your upbringing, character or your subsiquent morals. it leaves you feeling empty and hollow, when you shout at someone unethically or porposely provoke them or ignore them because you know they're gonna feel left out or highly irritated, they will find a way to bite you for making them feel like that at that instant, and then, you wish you would have never done anything to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RpS6z_dLPTI/AAAAAAAAAHE/YQNzxzvkiWc/s320/DSC00788.JPG.jpg" border="1" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085895281578032434" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read my heaven is so real! book with sulin during our free period and break, im really glad i have found someone like sulin. its nice to share something so special with someone, like you don't really know how to reach to other people to talk about that something, but you know whatever you say, someone will understand and listen and not judge, because they believe in then exact same thing. we did quiet time last night together and im glad i understood the deeper meaning of the text. im glad to see you so proud of me in school, constantly telling me how much i've changed! haha, i love you round, alot. you're like the fire starter which keeps my flame burning for God. thanks for believing in me all the time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i really thank everything for my friends too! nikki, shinny, jen, kim &amp; bea. like im really blessed to have you as a group to hang out with, and just having my back no matter what and telling me if something is stupid or disgusting ie: boob obsession? haha no la, kidding! haha im just lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im also very lucky to have hands to hold a tennis racquet and fingers too, and legs to run around the tennis court and eyes to see the tennis ball and basically, my whole body, and i bow down to the person who invented the tennis racquet, thanks for him too! he RaWkZsZXz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-2147180164513773638?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/2147180164513773638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/2147180164513773638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/07/boo-booooo-booooo-boooobs-today-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RpS6z_dLPTI/AAAAAAAAAHE/YQNzxzvkiWc/s72-c/DSC00788.JPG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-6296093530111447892</id><published>2007-07-08T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T20:51:34.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was exhausting! but totally exihlirating! ( i forgot how you spelt that! ) i had 2 matches today, singles and doubles but i lost singles, had a good fight for doubles but eventually lost haha. it was a terrific experience though, terrifying, yet terrific. the pressure, the sweat, the laughter, and cheers and finally the tears. they make my life so worth living :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its glad to have played with sophia today. i played my singles at 2pm with a really good player named gladys who was 18 and seed 2, and she was a very crafty, tricky played. i tried to up my game a few times, but she outsmarted me and her dropshot was simply too good. i was proud of how i played though, managed to keep my head in the game, and i felt that i improved tremendously. i lost  9-2 in the end though, like 5 sets were sudden deaths and i felt so much pressure. i hope experience will lift that pressure barrier! could hav gotten at least a 9-5 or 9-6, but she was a much more seasoned player, and i was glad i had been given the experience to test myself and to keep up the strong spirit and not break down after losing 3 sudden deaths in a row. i really thank God for giving me that courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when the match ended when i was walking off court, i dont know what came over me, i just literally broke down and i couldn't stop cryiing for like 10 minutes. my mom was there and she's like 'you played so well' and all but i was thinking, it wasn't my match that brought me to tears, but the distance i had to run in order to catch up to her or supress myself. had work, and alot of experience, but i know i can definately do it. i mean, how can you not if your number #1 fan was your mom? (: today, i realised how much my mom meant to me, and how dearly she let us persue our own dream. she's always there to support us, an i love her dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i rested for 15 minutes and then, at 4, was our doubles match! sophia played brilliantly! her groudstrokes were like wow, flat power strokes, and i was better at the net today. i did about 5 pretty good smashes and i didn't feel as nervous at the net like i usually did. soph was such a great partner, and the pressure  got the better of me. we were so clase to victory yet so far, but we played well today! we lost 9-8 (8-6) tiebreak which was very close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha jeremy came to support for a while after their training. thanks :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i need to up my game and hopefully, i and improve truckloads in time to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to church in the morning, felt like the Lord was kinda calling me to go, i don't know how or why but i just went with my mom. they said something which the Lord said to me a few days back. He wanted me to call upon him everyday of my life, not only through the tough times like thursday where i couldn't control my tears and emotions, but every single day. thats why he did what he had to do to prove that point, and i was doubtful at first but this morning, he told me again. the pastor said, don't call upon God in times of trouble only. i was like whoaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then they started reading the verse for the service that day. guess what it was? psalms 23 -.- the verse sulin asked me to recite to her by heart and the one and only verse i could never ever forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met a few people at the church lunch and they asked me to join their cell group. they're all kind of young adults 1 or 2 18, 19 and people were just quite nice but it was a bit akward. at least my mom won't be so lonely going to church everyday sunday now that she has me :D haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps; my mom bought me lipgloss today! haha so sweet and she would want tme to go for a make-up lesson as a part of my 'part-of-growing-up' thing to do. i swear, one day, i shall master the smokey eye effect without looking like someone punched me! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-6296093530111447892?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/6296093530111447892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/6296093530111447892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-was-exhausting-but-totally.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-5216860643415827549</id><published>2007-07-07T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T23:25:37.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when im 17, im gonna work part time at ichiban boshi at novena! my favourite japanese restaurant ever! the food never fails to impress me, and some of the service staff are like super nice! especially the filipino ones! i swear, they're so sweet and like so polite and all, it puts a smile to my face :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha anyways, day one of the keppel open! haha no la it's not that prestigeous! saw people i knew there, and it was good watching them play. saw bjorn for a while with his mom i think, but by then, i was leaving. caught a bit of ej's match with a guy in my class named scott. ej was really good, all the flat power shots! and he came to watch the last 15 or so minutes of my match. but i realised, having someone sit where spectators sit is pretty intemidating, especially someone you know. i talked to him for a bit and realised that he's a pretty nice guy! i thought that he was like cocky and all at first, and looks down on playing girls (which i still think he does) but he's pretty nice, and i knew i saw him playing with his bro before indoors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway my match went well. but when i first heard the girl i was playing, i was like 'shit, she's in the elite team???? shit! im gonna lose!!' i guess thats what sets apart the winners from the losers. little psycological things like these. but i played quite well, though my coach said i wasn't aggressive enough ): felt like i've been like attacking all the while but my game still needs to be worked on! i finally beat her 9-3 in the end though! and i was pretty happy, but it's sad i won't get to play her again, because she's 18 and moving to the states next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, thanks yiming for wishing me good luck though you don't really read this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught a few of my friend's matches, and i saw my idol :D&lt;br /&gt;she doesn't know that she's my idol though and i don't really know her.&lt;br /&gt;everytime she plays i feel o happy, she looks so graceful on court i wanna be just like her! and she's also realllly pretty :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;it's always amazing watching her play (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha but i have 3 matches tomorrow, like wth right!!! urg so irritating! but i get to see sophia again :D sooo long since childhood haha but my childhood with her were the best times! bestestrestestmest (: when we could call each other to go swimming almost every weekend! and bring inflated crocodiles an that long floaty things haha and i would always hang at her house! it's finally soo good to catch up again :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and best of all, shes my doubles partner for this tournement!&lt;br /&gt;i hope we'll play well tomorrow :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha im playing seed 2 tomorrow! she's 18 too! i get all the 18 year olds!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i still can't find my bible ): URG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-5216860643415827549?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/5216860643415827549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/5216860643415827549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/07/when-im-17-im-gonna-work-part-time-at.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-5360909592261045091</id><published>2007-07-07T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T09:33:13.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bah! i woke up at 9 today to get changed and all for my tennis training but since it's raining, they asked my mom to give up her indoor courts for the matches this morning, so i don't get any extra service practice ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i feel so bloated now after eating my cereal and quite alot of milk, i kinda finished the whole carton today :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;round!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, thank you round, for texting me last night, i was asleep, sorry i didn't reply you. you're the best best best hotel 82 partner anyone could ever ask for. you're so hot, and smart and you know how to attract so many men to come to our hotels. haha kidding, you're the sweetest one of all, seriously! thank you for telling me so much about God even though you find it weird because im a very bad christian and all, but i promise i'll change. last night, i saw why God put you into my life (: i finally realised, haha tell you some other time! you you must be very proud of me, im going to church on sunday :D but i can't find my bible though, it's missing and like how can my bible go missing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, through tough times, i hope that we can all become stronger people, because these are the times where you make or break it, and sometimes, we don't always do the right thing, but in life, not everything is so dependant on making the right decision. in life, there are many difficult moments, but the difficult moments lead up to the most perfect moment ever! decisions don't shape your life, maybe they do, but there are more important things which decisions cannot compete with. experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooner or later, life will give back what it took, and you will realise things do happen for a reason, no matter how good, how bad how terrible, it's not the end of the world. you've just got to embrace your decision head on, with a smile. you'll know it was the right one in time (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: hope it continues raining till 2, then i can play my match indoors :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-5360909592261045091?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/5360909592261045091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/5360909592261045091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/07/bah-i-woke-up-at-9-today-to-get-changed.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-4762361735563884236</id><published>2007-07-03T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T23:30:12.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes to make a statement, we have to be bold, stick to our ground and promise ourselves that we will never ever look back to change our minds. That is a sign of weakness, and well, weaknesses on the exterior isn’t what we really want right now. Statements are meant to be big, to be bold, to be self-assured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if we really want something, I figured that all we have to do is ask nicely. That is just the initial easy part, but what we don’t know that, if we really do want something, we have to show that we really want it, not by turning away, and like thinking ‘I’ve already done my part, so do yours right now. I can be whatever I want, but you have to patch things up’. I know that’s how I think of things. I know it’s wrong but sometimes, people don’t actually give you a reason to stop in your tracks, erase that bold statement in your head and give you a reason to fight for them. And in life, we just love taking the easy way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we need is just a sign to guide us in the wrong direction, and if its towards someone, that someone would actually give you the north star to guide your journey because one day, if the hints are not enough, we would come to lose our way and just give everything we held up for good :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i was just thinking of making like a more personal blog to rant on the angst of the stressful years of my teenage life, confidential stuff, heh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss talking to nikki poop ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RoplifdLPQI/AAAAAAAAAGs/M4qJx3TTbbA/s320/Photo+343.jpg" border="1" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082986772674854146" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tracey, my cousin, the retardedness runs in the family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RopmAvdLPRI/AAAAAAAAAG0/OY7KtnFuV-g/s320/Photo+94.jpg" border="1" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082987292365896978" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teehee! my sisters so gonna kill me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joan: eh my friend does this pose, like she smiles and where her cheek bones are, she uses her fore finger and and thumb to do this stupid pose. she looks so ugly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and su-en: HAHAHAH LETS TRY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joan: -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RopmavdLPSI/AAAAAAAAAG8/cfYMb_Rd3xU/s320/Photo+379.jpg" border="1" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082987739042495778" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i have a 2 tennis matches on saturday, wish me luck! singles and doubles! practically the whole day! haha im so screwed for chinese orals :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sulin and i are gonna get our brows done for our hotel 81 customers soon haha wth is browhouse? im clueless at these things haha serious! :D with sulin's pretty face plus nice brows, i think her business income for one night stands will like triple la!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-4762361735563884236?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/4762361735563884236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/4762361735563884236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/07/sometimes-to-make-statement-we-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RoplifdLPQI/AAAAAAAAAGs/M4qJx3TTbbA/s72-c/Photo+343.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-3838264545172316143</id><published>2007-06-23T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T13:24:16.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;england was so much fun! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RnwRMn-1xTI/AAAAAAAAAFU/g66BQZQDoFA/s1600-h/DSC03538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RnwRMn-1xTI/AAAAAAAAAFU/g66BQZQDoFA/s320/DSC03538.JPG" border="1" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078953388355732786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the beautiful lush flushing medows, little quiant cottages built side by side, and towns bustling with people made the trip so enjoyable. the sun was out most of the time, and although days seemed to have gone by in a hurry, and i never got to relish the time spent there, fond memories will always flood me everytime i think of this trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the company was really good too, thank shin bea and shin for sticking with me and hanging out all the time, i had the most fun with you guys! like bucketsful of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, the coach rides were horrible, 3, even 4 hours in the bus at times, and the plane rides too, mainly getting there. we were so enthusiastic to get down too, and the movies were crap! the sia stewerdesses wern't like too good either, preferring to be nicer to the caucasions instead, lousy service! but some were really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did miss alot of people though, mainly my family, jen and SULIN! not forgetting chang who called me almost every day :D despite , the time difference! i love you baby!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some pictures, although i don't have most since my camera was totally 'bollocks' haha everyone says bollocks it was funny, on tv and all!! pass me the others nik shin and bea elso you won't get mine! nyeh nyeh nyeh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RnwTL3-1xUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/lz204vrWtes/s1600-h/DSC03505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RnwTL3-1xUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/lz204vrWtes/s320/DSC03505.JPG" border="1" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078955574494086466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food was really fatty!! haha no la i just miss singapore food alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RnwTM3-1xVI/AAAAAAAAAFk/WF7pFHLDd30/s1600-h/DSC03544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RnwTM3-1xVI/AAAAAAAAAFk/WF7pFHLDd30/s320/DSC03544.JPG" border="1" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078955591673955666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the park where we picnicked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RnwUfH-1xWI/AAAAAAAAAFs/3G8toczFdII/s1600-h/DSC03539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RnwUfH-1xWI/AAAAAAAAAFs/3G8toczFdII/s320/DSC03539.JPG" border="1" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078957004718196066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our healthy picnic feast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/Rnwb1X-1xdI/AAAAAAAAAGk/0gqN_Pb2bjA/s1600-h/DSC03529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/Rnwb1X-1xdI/AAAAAAAAAGk/0gqN_Pb2bjA/s320/DSC03529.JPG" border="1" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078965083551679954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgot where this was but it was pretty! like we were enclosed in this little hut of vines and there was an opening in front! really pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RnwVWn-1xYI/AAAAAAAAAF8/-Few4nbDpTs/s1600-h/DSC03546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RnwVWn-1xYI/AAAAAAAAAF8/-Few4nbDpTs/s320/DSC03546.JPG" border="1" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078957958200935810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;rb&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me &amp; nik, the picture retarded russell took and said i looked 'weird' in haha.&lt;br /&gt;haha retarded russell!!!!! Rr!!!!!!! i got a name for him!! haha okok nevermind!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those pics were all from the same day because we took turns using cameras on each day so bea shin and nik have the other pics!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;what i missed the most! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RnwV5H-1xZI/AAAAAAAAAGE/zBfDUH0QdAQ/s320/Photo+5.jpg" border="1" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078958550906422674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being with you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya! and SULIN TOO! hope she doesn't have any std's :/ else cannot see anymore customers unless it's cured. don't want them getting infected too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and jen the tranny too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RnwXoX-1xbI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wtVmhaYwKM8/s320/DSC02441.JPG" border="1" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078960462166869426" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADA!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot and chris too! though i dont have a picture with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the time spent with my friends, haha bea shinny and nikki only la, i don't have so many friends, will always be treasured! although i was pissed off with them at times i guess we all get a little pissed off at even our closest friends at such a close proximity like 24/7 for almost 10 days, you're bound to get a little irritated, if not, take them for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres to bea, your noble navigator. she's the best you know, map reader and friend, she never ever gets us lost, ever! and shes so much fun to talk to, be it bitching or like verbally harrassing or talking sensibly :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nikki's just so, whiney!!!!! but i like the way when we are silent, it doens't ever feel uncomfortable. all the bus rides and walking and stuff, and hanging out with you nik, the best! sad that you couldn't go back with us!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shinny, miss practical! you're always always there for me, and i love how you're so not a bitch, like you reamin neutral all the time and i can just talk about everything with you and not feel weird! thanks shinny, for being so caring of everyone, and being a neat freak! one nikki is already enough! haha :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-3838264545172316143?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/3838264545172316143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/3838264545172316143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/06/england-was-so-much-fun-all-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RnwRMn-1xTI/AAAAAAAAAFU/g66BQZQDoFA/s72-c/DSC03538.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-8245187091647930396</id><published>2007-06-11T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T14:02:53.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RmzW3X-1xSI/AAAAAAAAAFM/gTplRAkqllE/s320/z37153922.jpg" border="1" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074667126958441762" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss everyone. nikki with her insane habits and shrill voice, and when we were just a phonecall away, sulin with her stupid round head, probably servicing all her hotel 81 customers 24/7, shinny with her hot chopstick legs and her genius at math :D and princess bea with all her drama and bimboness. but i don't miss jen because i saw her before she went to the states, spent the whole day of spex with her, and also, thrashed my mom's social tennis groupie with her! so jen, i don't miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;): oh ya, the plane ride to england will be like a LONGGGG time and you have to get up and walk around once in a while or you could die or something because my mom said some guy died from it before, and i can't wait to watch the on board movies :D and i hope i can sit with shinny and bea on the plane because i don't wanna sit alone all by myself ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;england would be fun! krispy kreme i miss that! and going on the london eye again, and whoalao you know what pisses me off, stupid play we have to watch. it's not a traditional shakespeare play it's a spoof! like wth! i don't wanna go all te way to london and watch a spoof of macbeth! thats seriously stupid!!! but anywhoooooooooos, i get to see nikki in england!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i can see myself, doomed in the future, and in front of me lies art mdm chang's face, with eyes that rain like acid burning a gigantic hole into your soul, and a raw sense of rage that will consume me whole and compress me into dust. stupid art hw!!! i havn't even started and i can fortell my death, i don't think i will start, i have no idea! i have no drive to do my homework, all i wanna do is play tennis :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tennis tennis tennis, i've been playing the whole holidays for like 2 or 3 hours each time!!! i wanna play some more. i played for 2 hours yesterday and i wanna play today too but i have to pack my stuff today for the trip, oh well!! tomorrow!!! i sound a bit inane right now but i assure you i am perfectly fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;can't believe you give me more of a reason to dislike you.&lt;br /&gt;what you have done what you did, what you are about to do.&lt;br /&gt;i think you are more selfish than they give you credit for.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-8245187091647930396?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/8245187091647930396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/8245187091647930396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-miss-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RmzW3X-1xSI/AAAAAAAAAFM/gTplRAkqllE/s72-c/z37153922.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-6793807297283801316</id><published>2007-05-17T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T20:51:01.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;HIATUS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my 120th post leads me to a hiatus. theres nothing special about this number, just that the fact that it took this many posts to strike a hiatus, it took 120 posts to make me realise that im academically suffering and it was time to pull up my socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until then, thanks for being faithful readers to saint-valentines (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll blog again when i've reached a peak of self satisfaction with myself bookwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you always tell me to take deep breaths and be happy, its hard but i try the best i can, but it's your love that keeps me going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;everyday, with every breath &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RkxOG9KSXEI/AAAAAAAAAE8/i3ytazp_N0c/s320/z46236484.jpg" border="1" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065509562288856130" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-6793807297283801316?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/6793807297283801316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/6793807297283801316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/05/hiatus-my-120th-post-leads-me-to-hiatus.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RkxOG9KSXEI/AAAAAAAAAE8/i3ytazp_N0c/s72-c/z46236484.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-5494468955813885095</id><published>2007-05-13T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T13:16:52.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here's a weird fact:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The male pray mantis cannot copulate while its head is attached to its body. &lt;br /&gt;The female initiates sex by ripping the male's head off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, gross!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, yesterday was my sister's 14th birthday, we didnt really have a celebration, because she was never the kind of girl who indulges in parties etc, she doesnt really like them for some reason, so just went out as a family for dinner, SUSHIIIII!!!! haha i swear, my family eats kinda alot of sushi, and i loveee sushi so much. i wanna go for sushi buffet and order loads of sashimi!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BELATED 14TH SU-EN, although i wasn't the first to wish you, i bet i was the first to give you your gift so thats like so much better :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha and chang picked out the EXPENSIVE card for you so if it's a bit lame, you should understand haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and todays mother's day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on friday, chang and i went to great world to get my virtual tennis 3 and my mom's nintendo ds brain game haha. my mom like loves her brain games on the ds, its so weird because i find them really boring, now she has a total of 3 brain games. haha its kinda good la. boosts her brain! but im like drained, moneywise this month ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and on friday chang and i watched spiderman 3 too, i was ok, so predictable and actionish, not my kinda movie, but hey, spiderman's a classic! i so wanna watch potc 3!!! but im glad chang really enjoyed the movie, although we were like what 15 minutes late because the insane cab driver didnt know where great world was and he took us around town because he acted like he knew, and i wasn't much help either because i suck at directions, so chang directed all the way. im so proud to have a boyfriend who is way better than directions than me! because we got there just as the movie was getting good stupid cab drivers, i wanted to get down because i was so mad, then chang was like relax relax and he continued playing his naruto game -.- i was like paniking already! like wth! still playing your game!!?!!?!?!??! then he's like 'eh watch this watch this' i was like GOSHHHH SHUTUP I AM PANIKING I WANNA GET DOWN THIS STUPID CAB!!!!!!! . then he's was like 'relax la'&lt;br /&gt; haha i thought chang was insane too, but then again, he's calm during situations like this :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RkaekYQYfgI/AAAAAAAAAE0/5frmyINZOJk/s320/z47807253.jpg" border="1" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063909178848345602" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-5494468955813885095?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/5494468955813885095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/5494468955813885095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/05/heres-weird-fact-male-pray-mantis.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RkaekYQYfgI/AAAAAAAAAE0/5frmyINZOJk/s72-c/z47807253.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-1247090577616513757</id><published>2007-05-10T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T22:03:08.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love is a behavior, not a feeling. &lt;br /&gt;It's the way somebody treats you everyday, &lt;br /&gt;all day. Not just when their life is going well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, freedom at last! well not technically since i have an art paper tomorrow but it's just like a rush of fresh air, cramped up work, overdue overcramping studying makes me have headaches and yucks! anyways, i wanna skip school on tuesday because i want to go for tennis with my mom and her friends and play against my mom's friend's daughter but i can't! stupid day! because we're getting our results back i think, oh well ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, bio paper today was terrible, i thought of giving up halfway but then again i knew my dad would kill me. you know, my dad has never ever been the 'results' person, he would let it slip when i don't do the best he thought that i could do but now a days, he seriously, lectures me okay, it's so degrading everytime he thinks that i can't do it and threatens to take me out of school when he's in a bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know, i've been going through so much lately, life has kinda not been the same in many aspects but i guess thats ok because i have to stop living me my fantasy world and start to grow up. i learnt to be dependant on myself and im used to feeling lonely over again but thats ok, im not afraid of that anymore. one day, i hope to go to the movies alone (: anyways, that has been one of my goals, to forget thinking about what people thought of me and just spend a day with myself because i don't think i know myself that well anymore. but i'll figure it out soon enough, life is a journey and i think self confidence is maturity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so stupid now a days it just provokes me to take action, i feel like i've been so deprived all my life, like i have never ever realised that i need to study twice as hard as most people to remember notes for exams and facts but i guess thats something i must overcome myself and learn a better studying technique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels like im left to figure stuff out now, like suddenly because the exams were kind of a wake up call. maybe one to my heart too, but till then i'll take things 1 at a time and the best is all i can give anyways. some time i fall short, but most of the time it fail and i get rejected again and again but i guess i need to pick up the pieces and stand up again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but one day i know im gonna get sick of my life, this constant struggle to fulfill myself, all of it. the thrill the bravery and love of it all, but till then, im gonna see what life gets me into. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RkMct4QYffI/AAAAAAAAAEs/s8GcO754e1E/s320/z75721267.jpg" border="1" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062921980615359986" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;but most of all, live life and love :D &lt;br /&gt;because everyone deserves to feel something undescribable one in a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-1247090577616513757?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/1247090577616513757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/1247090577616513757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/05/love-is-behavior-not-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RkMct4QYffI/AAAAAAAAAEs/s8GcO754e1E/s72-c/z75721267.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-1403287767417798501</id><published>2007-05-09T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T17:50:37.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>arg! i feel so super duper useless, i can't even concentrate, especially for bio, its like im reading some sort of hollow text and no info goes into my brain!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sucks having smart friends, seriously! like they don't even need to study much and can ace everything, and then i look at myself, studying doesn't work, only occasionally because i cannot usually concentrate, i have a super short attention span and every few minutes my concentration deteoriates and i start thinking of something else which sucks (-.-). like right now, i don't know what im doing online, ARG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i think that my mom thinks making me take brands chicken essence would really help my concentration and thinking and all and she blames herself for not starting me sooner, haha but the initial taste was horrible, insanely terrible, like drinking weird brown liquid and initially tasteless but as time goes on, an after taste developes but i don't know why, but i think im addicted to it now, it's so weird but yea i like the after taste and i drank 2 bottles today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, i used to think chicken essence was disgusting because they ground up the chicken and squeezed the juice inside, hence the name 'essence of chicken' and i imagined pure chicken liver, guts and intestines crushed up fror our drinking pleasure, i think thats why i was so afraid of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, chem paper today was horrible, i woke up feeling so super disgusting today, because my eyes were puffy ): and i dragged myself out of bed and i was revising the whole way to school. you know what really bites? the way we study like crazy for 1 topic and then i doesn't come out much on that and you lose all your marks on other topics instead because you didn't really go through them in detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i studied prep of salt like shit, see i can still remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.add metal in excess to get rid of any inpurities&lt;br /&gt;2.heat and stir solution until saturated&lt;br /&gt;3.filter solution and collect filtrate&lt;br /&gt;4.heat till saturation and test for saturation using a glass rod, if crystals form on them, solution is saturated&lt;br /&gt;5.leave to cool&lt;br /&gt;6.when crystals have crystallised, wash with cold distilled water to get rid of impurities&lt;br /&gt;7.dry between pieces of filter paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!! i can still remember!!!! urg! i studied all the wrong things, well not all but quite alot. you know i think i have this weird weakness, i always give long answers for questions but they are never ever tio the point!!! so irritating! today's chem paper, i tried making my answers to the point and sweet, and seirously, mcq was a disaster! i don't think i even got one question right! mangs ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways this was a pointless post, just needed a break from bio although i swear i didn't do much but my head is cramped, oh ya1, I TOOK A POWER NAP TODAY. urg it was supposed to be for half an hour, but i slept for 1 instead, and woke up so groggy. i need to kill something ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RkGYt4QYfeI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fMeixfKsPXU/s320/z69630672.jpg" border="1" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062495370103782882" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna get kissed on the ferris wheel too like marissa too! &lt;br /&gt;but you know who would steal that idea from me and say she wants it more?! &lt;br /&gt;NIKKI!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-1403287767417798501?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/1403287767417798501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/1403287767417798501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/05/arg-i-feel-so-super-duper-useless-i.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RkGYt4QYfeI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fMeixfKsPXU/s72-c/z69630672.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-5210977845572857639</id><published>2007-05-05T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T13:31:07.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wanna see you go down on one knee,&lt;br /&gt;marry me today,&lt;br /&gt;guess im wishing my life away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't know how to like put my text in italics and like bold using blogger on mac! and control b, or i doesn't work because i hear the 'pop' sound everytime i try and the text is still somehow normal! oh well. and jen and i have this new obsession for merupuri and it is so not gay. she found her obsession once again heh and we're like comic buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess jen has an inner maiden besides the tomboy exterior :D haha she's like worst than me, like when the guy is a bit sweet, that idiot would be like 'OMGOODNESS LI-EN!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH' hahaha worst than me! i only MELT not get all hysterical, okay maybe like dying of sweetness on the inside because seriously, the guys are sooo sweet la. it's hard to find romance anymore in a society in which romance is dead ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i was talking to my mom today in the car and she was like 'whoa youre seriously such a romantic but i don't think you will be satisfied because guys in singapore now a days are not brought up on it' i was like so sad the entire trip to tennis haha but then i realised that whatever the ideal romantic-ness for me is like, only in movies and manga comics can it be achieved ^.^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK IM HERE TO EXPLAIN THE ART AND APPRECIATION OF COMICS, SO WHOEVER IS READING THIS, NO MATTER HOW POINTLESS THIS WILL BE, I HOPE YOU DON'T CALL WHATEVER IDEAL GIRLS ONLY ACHIEVE IN A FANSATY WORLD GAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE WHO CALL WHATEVER MATERIAL IM READING GAY SHOULD BE SHOT, STABBED IN THE BACK, RUN OVER BY A HERD OF COWS WITH MAD COW DISEASE, SLICED INTO THIN PIECES LIKE HAM AND COMPRESSED IN A CAN LIKE SPAM AND BURNT TO ASHES AND THE ASHES WOULD BE SCATTERED IN THE SHAHARA DESERT AND TRAMPLED ON BY CAMELS AND POOPED ON BY CAMELS TOO!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, basically, i read them because the guys are all so sweet and they would like do things which make your heart flutter! haha and i just imagine the scenario and bask and melt in their sweetness *squeeeel* hahahaha ok i sound like a hysterical lunatic right now but no one insults whatever im reading because im sensitive about that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i can't believe i wrote so much about jap comics -.-'  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jen would be proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RjwEioQYfcI/AAAAAAAAAEU/HnBTr-xtzDU/s320/2hhqfk6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060925074225790402" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams suck, but none the less, happy 7th month sweetheart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha would you like chilli or ketchup?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ketchup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chilli??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/lildarkgurl/foodkatchup.gif" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesn't matter which one you pick, i'll still love you the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took on the no complaining challenge haha well it originated from some pastor in the states. you take a purple bracelet and wear it, then you don't complain for 21 days because thats the time period it takes to break a habit. according to him, when you complain, you're sending out negative vibes to the universe and the universe responds by sending more neagative vibes back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you fail, you take the bracelet out and put it on your other hand, and start all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom's gonna get me a bracelet! haha and im gonna beat this challenge though it seems highly impossible for me.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but right now, i'll enjoy my last moments of complainness, heh math is going to whoop my ass tomorrow ): OH WELL better start studying now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-5210977845572857639?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/5210977845572857639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/5210977845572857639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-wanna-see-you-go-down-on-one-knee.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RjwEioQYfcI/AAAAAAAAAEU/HnBTr-xtzDU/s72-c/2hhqfk6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-9221748757342086949</id><published>2007-05-03T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T07:50:29.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im currently stressing out so much on the exams right now, goodness, they're not even the igcses and im like super stressed right now. i don't know, it sucks like the feeling of constant pressure on myself and bio and chem and math, subjects which i throughly DREAD with a capital D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't study but i guess i have to force myself to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RjnpIoQYfbI/AAAAAAAAAEM/kXaR7mrD_W4/s320/MyPicture_2_2_2.jpg" border="1" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060331990781820338" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and please don't have any doubts anymore, it'll only be you.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry i've been so selfish but i don't know how to fix something i've been screwing up for months, because baby i've lost my only life line right now, and the ocean is endless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-9221748757342086949?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/9221748757342086949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/9221748757342086949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-currently-stressing-out-so-much-on.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RjnpIoQYfbI/AAAAAAAAAEM/kXaR7mrD_W4/s72-c/MyPicture_2_2_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-8568728887836647061</id><published>2007-04-29T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T12:37:49.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RjQcx4QYfaI/AAAAAAAAAEE/SyvUiYZttpk/s320/z12133846.jpg" border="1" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058699924684176802" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im currently watching a mid summers night dream now, based on the play by shakespeare and it's so good, haha although i'm not even halfway through, it's terribly good! all the imagery and really sweet words, i really do wished we remained talking like that because it's like sugar coming out of your mouth. all the guys are like so, i don't know, so good with words it just melts your heart listening. haha i don't know aout shakespeare but he must have been a really good romancer mangs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the great time yesterday! haha espcially when everyone except shinny and ezra got throwned into the pool! haha stupid chang, when i got up, i got pushed in agian! haha, and we even got jen's sis in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, joel! i havn't like actually thanked you for friday properly! thank you for actually going through all that trouble for me, like i know no one would have even gone that far, and thanks for taking over and all because i was so pessimistic and i seemed ungrateful. you're the best boyfriend a girl could ever dream of having, even though you're sooooo stupid at times, you mean the world to me, and i can never imagine going through a day without your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i know that everyone thinks that chang is like a kid and all but believe me, he's not at all. he's super mature, caring, sweet, and he manages to melt my heart everytime i look at him or everytime he touchs me, although it's just a little touch (: and i just wanna thank you for everything, you're more amazing than words could describe and if i had to think of something, you would be the rain. something i cannot live without and something that will always be there and it's always nice to kiss in the rain too! (hahaha nikki :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, you've managed to change my life with your smile and steal my heart with your love. and feel like the entire world with your embrace. make me shiver with your touch and make me weak with a glance, but all in all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i love you :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-8568728887836647061?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/8568728887836647061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/8568728887836647061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-currently-watching-mid-summers-night.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RjQcx4QYfaI/AAAAAAAAAEE/SyvUiYZttpk/s72-c/z12133846.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-467872171967023222</id><published>2007-04-23T05:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T06:01:06.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY LI-EN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111111111111111111111111!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111111111111111111!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111111111111111111111111!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11111111111111111111111!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D sorry! its 5:43am now and i cant thinkk properly now so sorry i cant write nicely! but i do sincerly hope from the bottom of my heart that this post made your birthday morning! that is if u read your email.. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s goodmorning! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056372449335808066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RivX8-67kEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/polor3Miiss/s320/DSC03301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha SO CUTE RIGHT! ahahaha SOOO CUTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! u are like saying "CHEESEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-467872171967023222?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/467872171967023222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/467872171967023222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-birthday-li-en1111111111111111111.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RivX8-67kEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/polor3Miiss/s72-c/DSC03301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-3844497124817565169</id><published>2007-04-22T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T20:12:56.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I GOT MY NEW MACBOOK!!!&lt;br /&gt;haha it's a birthday present from my dad (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the stupid thing is, the mac is pissing the hell outta me! like reallllllllllly! i don't know how to connect to my wireless, i don't know how to maximize my word and powerpoint etc, and i don't know how to even like mximize my safari! i feel so untech savvy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone please save me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone like nikki or pri who have macs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pleaseeeeeee im like dying, stupid mac irritating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i can't bash my macbook because it looks so cool haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-3844497124817565169?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/3844497124817565169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/3844497124817565169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-got-my-new-macbook-haha-its-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-3059799475588702481</id><published>2007-04-18T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T23:10:28.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday miles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll always be there for you if you have a badass day &amp; you just need to rant because im good at listening! hope you had a great today, God bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SULIN DA SLUT:&lt;/span&gt; i love you sotong! i love your head because it makes mine seem so long compared to it, i love your height because it makes me seem so tall beside you (:  nah im kidding, i love you inside &amp; out no matter how many std's you have and how ugly you look. i love you su! alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRETTY NIKKI:&lt;/span&gt; get well soon, come to school tomorrow! i miss my nik (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEA&amp;SHINNY:&lt;/span&gt;future psp addicts, the game will consume you soon but even if it does, i'll still love you guys no less &amp;amp; i'll happily lend you my psp all the time! haha, be happy, both of you, and smile lots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, acs international had a tennis match against MI and we won 4-1. maybe it feels satisfying to the team, beating MI because they had utterly no matters and court etiquette. they cursed at us while we were playing, swore at us and called us bitches, swore at my mom, and even their coach took part in cussing &amp; it was horrible! the rudest match i had played in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was serving, the just talked and talked and they even pretended not to bother in order to distract me, and we tried to be gracious, but they were beyond help. they just got out of hand, and i guess acs had to fight fire with fire. in the end, the match i played shoved reality back into their faces, sticks &amp;amp; stones baby. words are cheap once you get over them &amp; you have your team &amp;amp; other wonderful people watching your back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they had foul calls, for example, my opponent hit a shot out and i was standing directly behind the shot &amp;amp; i didn't take it because it was clearly out and i called out, but the MI linesman who was sleeping on the job (standing directly behind me at the back of the court so she couldn't have SEEN the shot as i was blocking) called it in -.-  the this sparked a big cussing session between our schools. they wanted to REPLAY the shot which wasn't fair because i got the point and if they had gotten the point, i doubt they would want to replay the shot too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarah was a great umpire (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, the score spoke for itself, everyones scores. im so proud of our team, keep up the great work! we just morphed our actions into words, beating the shitzzz outta them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna thank everyone that came to support me and the team, without you guys, i might have let the insults get to me while i was playing, and thank you guys for standing up for me and trying to tolerate their cussing and childish voice mimicing although we should have been so super nice to their faces and make them feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really appreciate people in acs international, you guys rock big time!&lt;br /&gt;thank you team, for having my back, you guys are the shitz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you baby, for being there and running with me when i changed sides so that you can tell me to calm down and play my best, and not to give up although you got your shirt really muddy.&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though i won 9-4 today, i feel as if i have lost internally. i let myself down because i didn't play up to standard and i know that im capable of so much more. even though i lost to the girl when we were playing rjc, i felt good because i played my best but now, it's like, i feel like puking and theres this heavy feeling in my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well! i'll try the next time, because when experience comes, only then we will have the power to conquer what had defeated us in past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again, a big thank you to everyone, you guys are great (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-3059799475588702481?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/3059799475588702481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/3059799475588702481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-birthday-miles-ill-always-be.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-6008153939610393977</id><published>2007-04-17T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T07:19:21.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hip hop tomorrrow! haha so nervous, but im kinda sad that after the performance, we won't have anymore practices during breaks or lunches or after school. made me feel free, dancing,and it lifted my spirits everytime i was down (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the people! haha so amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, today, i went home with this stupid splinter stuck in my toe, like wedged horizontally in the skin, it hurt like poop and my mom had to cut my toe a bit to get the whole thing off okay. we should sue the school for having such cheapskate wood for the stage after making us pay sooo much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; you proved that my heart wasn't willing to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we do fight alot and we both get hurt, i know, but it's only the good times that matter because the bad just lead up to it, like a drumroll to our perfect moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll always be my baby, my 2007, 2008, 2009, 2000-eternity &amp;amp; forever :D&lt;br /&gt;if it's long enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 264px; height: 347px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v289/lildarkgurl/loveyoutoday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i did!&lt;br /&gt;and i will continue doing so the day after &amp; the day after and the day after and the day after&amp;amp; the day after&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-6008153939610393977?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/6008153939610393977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/6008153939610393977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/04/hip-hop-tomorrrow-haha-so-nervous-but.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-5345938629889109434</id><published>2007-04-14T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T12:34:23.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>todays match was good i guess, although we lost, and i lost too. my mom said it's the best i've played and i've still got alot of room for improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel down though, while running and started bleeding a little bit. i guess my game faltered after that but i tried to build that confidence up again. the girl i played was really good, and she deserved to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i kept thinking about you, if you would be there cheering me on. hope gave me the confidence to play. it didn't matter what time you came. if you just came, it'll be good enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;There once lived this girl, she wasn’t wonderfully beautiful or extremely smart. She was just an average girl living on her life. One day however, she met this boy. He was the sweetest boy ever and he swept her off her feet, she couldn’t ever imagine herself with him because she didn’t know what he would see in such an ordinary person. She saw flaws in herself everyday, but daily, this boy would tell her that she was beautiful no matter what, and how he would keep his heart with hers forever.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;They grew in love and it never ever ceased. Day after day, she just fell deeper and deeper. His charming good looks made her heart do a back flip every time she laid eyes upon him, and his charm got her heart all tingly. His hugs were like warm fuzzy blankets in a mid winters storm, and his kisses were like ecstasy, because she would never ever want to stop kissing him. He was beautiful both inside and out and she loved him dearly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;As time went on, their relationship experienced ups and downs, but no matter what, she knew that he would be his rock to lean on, the support when she was weak and the shoulder to cry on. He kept telling her that they’d be forever and as she looked into those eyes, she saw no hint of doubt.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;As they neared their 6&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; month mark, God decided to test the foundations of their relationship. It wasn’t easy as she was suffering internally from stress and the frequent emotional breakdown. However, she tried to stay true to him but her efforts weren’t good enough. She got scared because the one time promise of always being together left his mind and there was suddenly no more rock, no more shoulder, no one else.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;No one knew but she went home crying every single day, begging that she would match up to his standards and he would just love her again, but no matter how they patched things up and decided to continue on, the old scars never seemed to heal, but she kept convincing herself otherwise. She held on with all she had to him but it seemed as if it wasn’t good enough.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;One day, she wanted to know if she was worth it to him anymore, whether he would do anything for her even if it was going out of the way. She didn’t ask for anything too extreme but she just asked that he would turn up for her tennis match on Saturday morning at the unfortunate hour of &lt;st1:time minute="30" hour="8"&gt;8.30am&lt;/st1:time&gt;. She somehow knew he would come because she knew that he loved her as much as he had claimed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Before that, she wrote a 3 page note to him, telling him that she was sorry that she had to do this but it was the only way it could be proved. She knew she loved him, so she only wrote 1 single note. 3 pages, telling him she was sorry and she loved him. It never occurred to her that he wouldn’t show up, so that morning, she got up bright and early, with bright eyes and a small smile. All that mattered was that everything was going to be the same again. Love conquered all.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I guess he didn’t really love her. He never showed. She then writes a note for him after the match. It wasn’t 3 pages long. It wasn’t 2. It wasn’t even 1 page long.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;It wasn’t 1 paragraph.Hope was lost and he didn’t care like she did for him. She went home in tears because he didn’t even call. Didn’t even text to say good luck. Least of all, wasn’t even there.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The note said all that he wanted to say to her a long time ago when she begged him to forgive her and to start anew.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;That note just read ‘goodbye.i just can't do this alone’&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-5345938629889109434?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/5345938629889109434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/5345938629889109434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/04/todays-match-was-good-i-guess-although.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-6891000686848131064</id><published>2007-04-09T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T00:41:18.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"You &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 128, 0);"&gt;can't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(159, 255, 64);"&gt;change&lt;/span&gt; who people &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;without &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(82, 82, 82);"&gt;destroying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; who they &lt;i&gt;were&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;-Butterfly Effect&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you did like this movie because you could relate to it, to give you something to think about, and i guess you liked it for a reason. it speaks the truth and someone wise told me, if you want people to change, don't expect them too, instead, you yourself should change if you love them. i should have known that sooner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; _&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;today was pretty grueling i guess, eugene just seem so unsatisfied with everything we did, but i guess to me, that was okay, because i know i didn't give it my all and i could have done better. i don't really know how many times it would take to get things right, but all i know is that i love the dance team, and whatever we go through, all the ups and downs and screaming and tears, it'll all be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone dance seems like an escape from the real world, a pretend one with the estacy of passion and the love for the art, and the love for your friends. i guess i have to be honest, we really grew in our friendship and im truly blessed for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beatrice&lt;/span&gt; just seemed more open to me, and she's really something, someone with a terrific heart and just fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nikki&lt;/span&gt; is the best girl you could ever count on to be there and she really cares wholeheartedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shinny&lt;/span&gt; will be there to just make you feel better, and put a smile on your face when you're seriously down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tabby&lt;/span&gt; is just so enthusiastic it brings the mood up, and dedicated and hardworking too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sean &lt;/span&gt;is the biggest bimbo ever, and really fun to talk to and just wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jackey &lt;/span&gt;just holds everything together like glue, without his discipline, everything would tumble.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;steven&lt;/span&gt; that well heh, but he's a really good break dancer and he seems like a really nice person too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there you have it, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;EUPHORIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i just feel drained today because it was kinda stressful for me, so i guess im going to bed early and try to wake up with a clear mind tomorrow. emotionally and physically draining, but more of the emotional part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and im gonna go read proverbs too, because my dad said it was a good chapter thingy to read right now, and sulin would be so proud of me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www2.blogger.com/g"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 176px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RhpPmLO0ymI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ezpv1QaRV24/s320/z60797278.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051437449318025826" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; But the struggles make you stronger&lt;br /&gt;The changes make you wise&lt;br /&gt;But the happiness has a way of taking its sweet time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-6891000686848131064?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/6891000686848131064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/6891000686848131064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-cant-change-who-people-are-without.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RhpPmLO0ymI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ezpv1QaRV24/s72-c/z60797278.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-5481125856278207195</id><published>2007-04-06T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T22:14:32.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today was great because I spent it with my family, I guess even 2000 years down the road since God’s grace came upon us and his son gave up his life to save our sins, this day still lives in each and every one of us. Today didn’t start off very well though, my dad was pissed off because of some miscommunication with my mom etc when we went to watch sunshine, and let me tell you, I realllllly hate crowds and so does my family, like mega hate! And my dad was pissed off for no reason at all, and he complained about everything! I was the only one who could make him feel better so I tried.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After that, we went to church and chc was like packed okay and we couldn’t get seats, and that made my dad even more pissed off because we had to stand for over 2 hours throughout the service but I was glad because I thought the service was going to be great though I was on my feet for so long. Then, God really found a way to help my dad, and as the service progressed, his mood lightened up, and even though the crowd was humongous, I felt so special and blessed, and I don’t know why, but I got really emotional towards the end. Oh well, today summed in one word; great.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyways, the pastors prayed today for salvation and healing and he prayed for curing illnesses and sicknesses but what I was more interested in was the prayer to be less selfish and proud. Today, I really hope will be the start of a new life for me, where virtue will spark within me and replace the selfishness because I guess every problem starts off when we’re all too self-centered. Too selfish to admit what we do wrong, so selfish to thank people and to appreciate people.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;_&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;this past week and the week before this have been a rollercoaster for not only myself, but also for a lot of my close friends, and most of all, my boyfriend. My friends experienced so much emotional confusion and stress, relationship problems with other friends and loved ones and they were also not able to meet demands in such a short time period, be it shcool work or other activities up to the point of anger and stress. It’s sad to see everyone like that, because maybe God is just testing us right now, and this will build up our character. He would not send stuff in which we can not handle because his mercy is great and he wouldn’t want to harm us. Hey guys, just hang in there because im going through almost the same stuff as you, and almost everyone goes through this once in a while, but we have to keep strong!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m not going to lie here, but me and chang have been having a rough time the past couple of weeks because we couldn’t seem to agree on anything at all. The moment we do agree, we end up hating each other’s guts again and again, trying to piss each other off but what I do believe is that we will go through everything together and try to make things work out because we really shouldn’t let such things affect us, after all, life is a learning process and with every problem overcomed, we grow proportionately in love.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;_&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;do not be tempted by the things that aren’t right, have faith and stay strong, and all good things will come to you if you just turn for help.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Happy easter everyone (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-5481125856278207195?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/5481125856278207195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/5481125856278207195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/04/today-was-great-because-i-spent-it-with.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-7424860706547850149</id><published>2007-03-25T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T17:17:50.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>goodness me! i finally got to changing sulin's link, like finally, because she changed it so many times, and guess what that loser decided to change it to this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;www.eardiggerz.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;li-en:&lt;/span&gt; sulin, whats your blog address&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sulin:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;eardiggers but no s, you replace with a 'z' ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;sulin:&lt;/span&gt; oh! you can make one then you can call it www.nosepickerz.blogspot.com!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha wth, the stupid have simple ways to entertain themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways my blog has gone past dead mangs because there is like hardly anything interesting to blog about now a days, or the blogging bug has just left the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on friday, me and chang walked down a muddy steep hill when it was raining and the hill was like as high as mount kinabaloo haha i don't know how to spell it. ok maybe not but it was so slippery and then my grandma invited him over for dinner too and apparently she likes him because he eats like everything she cooks, and even drinks the weird black herbal drink which only my parents dare to drink haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she kept insisting he came back and i think it must have been quite ackward for him with my family and my grandparents ,who are really nice though. they're like sooooooo totally not grumpy because like most grandparents are really seriously grumpy just because they have like tons of wrinkles and are like balding and they might have bladder problems too. oh well, come to think of it, it's a really good excuse to be grumpy but my grandparents are really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there is one simple way to please my grandma. eat and eat and eat and eat whatever she cooks and brings out. usually like tons of snacks because she has like soooooo many :/&lt;br /&gt;CHANGS SPECIALITY! he like ate so much and my grandma was so happy she kept bringing out stuff for him haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, in the afternoon, chang came over and we had sushi with my family haha it's like a ritual, me and chang go to great world, buy sushi stuff, my mom makes the rice and some fish and all that and we have sushi haha. and later we put on the da vinci code. oh goodness me, it was SO BORINGGGGGGG for some reason. like themovie moved along so slow. compared to a romance show, the da vinci code was like super boring i don't even know why i found it so boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then like a 12, poor chang has to cab home but like walk out in the lighting before getting a cab. haha baby you have my sympathy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i had tennis in the morning/afternoon and my upper back was like aching like poop becuase i had training yesterday for 1 and half hours and later i stayed an hour extra to play. today, i had 1 and a half hour training too at keppel haha and yesterday i did like 2 baskets of service! im all aching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom offered to put deep heat but that stuff is simple nasty. yucks! so painful and so smelly it's disgusting! it feels like stuff burning a hole in your back but i guess im already used to aching so i don't quite mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, im gonna shout out to the bimbo that has always been there for me and who knows what to do all the time, who is super, mentally strong and really knows what she wants. she may look like a bimbo bitch slut :D but don't underestimate her, she has claws that can really tear you apart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one and only,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;NICOLE MAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;thanks nik, for being such a greatttttttttt friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-7424860706547850149?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/7424860706547850149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/7424860706547850149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/03/goodness-me-i-finally-got-to-changing.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-261987059249438537</id><published>2007-03-21T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T20:03:02.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if you be my boat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll be your sea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a depth of pure blue just to probe curiosity &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ebbing and flowing and pushed by a breeze &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I live to make you free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised that people are so like objects, not really objects there as a noun, but we never know the value of something till it gets misplaced, and then, we realise how life would be without it, vaster, emptier, emotions running along those lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if a handphone was old, it would be ugly and battered, but the inside would prove more personal than ever, like a secret companion smiling at you in the night while it erases your every worry of problems to come. like people, the older something gets, the more people take it for granted. a best friend, i realise, is one who you get irritated together with, rant together and get pissed off at, but little do we realise, he/she is the soul of our existance, the other part of us, a brotha from another motha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we never ever realise the fact that you only get this feeling when you misplace them and want them to get found again, the same kind of firstly, irritation, then, anger, then thirdly sadness. like a ladder of an emotional domino effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school has been really stressful for me lately, like i dwell in 2 seperate souls. there is the soul which takes on the academic stress and the other which swallows the emotional stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thank you nikki, bea shinny and sulin for being there, oh yea, jen too! (:&lt;br /&gt;and chris! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but really nik and chrissss (: mega bitches yooooooo&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but you can set sail to the west if you want to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and past the horizon till I can't even see you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;far from here where the beaches are wide &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we should all talk to let all our problems go. even if you're in an ultra bitch mode&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-261987059249438537?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/261987059249438537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/261987059249438537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/03/if-you-be-my-boat-ill-be-your-sea-depth.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-3354872193657659309</id><published>2007-03-12T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T10:37:03.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;here i am baby,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;sign seal delivered,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;im yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOODMORNING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wellllllssssssss, im honoured that my hotel 82 customers miss my blogging sulin &amp; i miss my round more than i miss my hotel 82 customers, although they're all rich chikopeks and you have nothing better than them except the memories we create. holidays have been down right lazy, well lazy not doing any work but i've been playing tennis alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ladidaadida, i have actually nothing to blog about, and i want to switch to livejournal because it's cooler but i think i'll be like lost in all the html because im not even good at blogger html, and speaking of computers and geeky stuff,i think chang is making me a computer geek but computer geeks have the fun geeky life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well maybe half a computer geek because i've been doing my own things in the morning till evening but once i come home in the evening, we'll play conquer online till late because i just started and my level is like soooooo super lowww, and these stupid pms noobs just whack me for no necessary reason then i just die for no apparent reason and lose all my money. so chang is like power leveling me so i can whack all the stupid people who try to kill me haha :D and chang is like super pro but i'll be proer than him next time, like everyone is begging him to powerlevel them and he just gets irritated sometimes and just kills them! quite fun! and the graphics are seriously beautiful, well thats one of the reasons why i actually get hooked on games, it's because of the graphics and the most important thing in a game to me is the hairstyle of the characters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think chang got irritated when i kept going back to the barber to change my hairstyle hehe and wasted so much money! but i hate my hair now, i wanna change it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, chris, i hope you have a safe trip home k? buy me lots of stuff &amp;amp; if you didn't get me anything then your plain deserves to CRASHHHHHHHHHHH! haha nah kidding, just get your ass back soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mahmah! im going over to your house sooooooon! you owe me lunch because i did my homework for your sister's interview!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;round, i miss you! missmissmissmisss you. but i'll see you at work at geylang tonight k? i'll intro you to some of my friends (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jenn, whoalao asshole, ditched me on friday! i was like so super lonely, i hope you grow like more hair on your body so we won't be hairless buddys anymore and i can whack you all i like, stupid indo woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; bea, shinny, kim , can't wait to see you monday! eh wait! TOMORROW, THERE'S DANCE! haha see you guys then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RfS7rq-x2xI/AAAAAAAAADg/fLWKoc60vyc/s1600-h/hello.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 220px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RfS7rq-x2xI/AAAAAAAAADg/fLWKoc60vyc/s320/hello.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040860241880800018" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby, if it's something so small and stupid why can't you let it slide? i think you're so much bigger than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what about patience?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-3354872193657659309?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/3354872193657659309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/3354872193657659309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/03/here-i-am-baby-sign-seal-delivered-im.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RfS7rq-x2xI/AAAAAAAAADg/fLWKoc60vyc/s72-c/hello.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-2410863662030677069</id><published>2007-03-04T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T16:44:42.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fall out boy was awesome! it's hard to believe that this is my first real concert, because i'm a person that doesn't really like loud music, jostling with super looney crazy crowds and standing for 3 hours, but i guess this concert really changed my view on that. the atmosphere was super! everyone was chanting 'fall out boy, fall out boy' for the longest ever time before the band finally decided to make their grand enterance and finally play as their swooning female fans went bollocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ff's plus chang were i think, trying to avoid the reporter present because she was asking 'who's your favourite fob member? and which is your favourite song?' and being the utter idiots that we were, we came to the concert with not one member of fob listed in our head, except shinny, who at least knew half of what was going on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sulin dressed like an idiot, with her stupid blow pop shirt and 3 quarters, she looked like she was going to the carnival and performing in the circus freak show, where naturally, she was the freak and people paid to throw rotten tomatoes at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but excluding sulin, everyone looked really nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/ReqDgLyMp1I/AAAAAAAAACo/Y9rPDe8S60E/s1600-h/DSC03451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 197px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/ReqD9LyMp3I/AAAAAAAAAC4/J8o4l1xhcU8/s320/DSC03461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037984220325914482" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/ReqEx7yMp5I/AAAAAAAAADI/hAdVBO5u974/s1600-h/DSC03473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 201px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/ReqEx7yMp5I/AAAAAAAAADI/hAdVBO5u974/s320/DSC03473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037985126564013970" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;malay band, fob's opening act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/ReqE8ryMp6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/vsYOLRf2rCU/s1600-h/DSC03456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 200px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/ReqE8ryMp6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/vsYOLRf2rCU/s320/DSC03456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037985311247607714" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid chang! can't take pictures properly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/ReqFQbyMp7I/AAAAAAAAADY/lQiban82zjQ/s1600-h/DSC03483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 165px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/ReqFQbyMp7I/AAAAAAAAADY/lQiban82zjQ/s320/DSC03483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037985650550024114" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleeping in the car haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deep heat is supppper painful! especially when my mom massages it onto me and keeps rubbing the same aching spot. i swear that my whole shoulder was burning! it was so painful. oh well, thats what you get when your coach decides to dedicate 1 hour of your tennis training time totally doing services, and then, hopping to town to get stuff and then rushing back home to get ready for fob. haha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROCKING TO THE CONCERT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unlike, nikki, sulin, bea and shinny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i think feline and kim might have since feline was so super spastic the whole time. even when no one is talking to her, i swear, she talks to her self, it's quite worrying. haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-2410863662030677069?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/2410863662030677069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/2410863662030677069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/03/fall-out-boy-was-awesome-its-hard-to.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/ReqDgLyMp1I/AAAAAAAAACo/Y9rPDe8S60E/s72-c/DSC03451.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-1015839311435049935</id><published>2007-03-01T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T23:26:48.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/Rebtcb9Y74I/AAAAAAAAACc/HvAYDJKew5Q/s1600-h/DSC03191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 140px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/Rebtcb9Y74I/AAAAAAAAACc/HvAYDJKew5Q/s320/DSC03191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036974306057842562" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ROUND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heyhey! todays a very tragic day indeed, it is the day where God decided to put a curse upon earth because he simply felt like torturing plebes, so, he came up with the best curse and torture of them all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inside mrs Soong's womb, her deformed fetus kicked and punched her tummy. she cringed in pain, as the bald hairles parasite sent another powerful stomp, and starting with mrs Soong, this terror called 'sulin' came into the earth, and started killing us off slowly with her stupidity and uglyness one by one, slowly, yet efficiently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she grew, and grew, and on her 16th birthday, she decided to set a curse upon eatch and kill everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, she hired her services at hotel 82, where boytoys and unfilial husabnds paraded one by one into her room, coming out with smiles of satisfaction, and the thought of recommending her to their friends. she entertained so many of them, but little did they know that she had so many STD'S! so in no time, the std's started by sulin spread around the whole world, and killed off the entire male population. without the males, the females all died too, and sadly, that was how God sent sulin to destroy the entire universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, heres to sulin and all her retardness, cheerfulness, bubbly personality, &amp; the genius brain trapped inside that thick round skull of hers. you mean so much to me round, thank you for everything, from putting a smile on my face daily, and driving me insane with your silly sense of humour and your profusely round head which threatens to be bent into a rectangle all the time. you're always so close to my heart, and when i look at you, i see my happiness radiating around your aura, and love that swells deep within my heart (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;round &amp;amp; red foreva!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-1015839311435049935?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/1015839311435049935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/1015839311435049935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-birthday-round-heyhey-todays-very.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/Rebtcb9Y74I/AAAAAAAAACc/HvAYDJKew5Q/s72-c/DSC03191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-1899178571700240146</id><published>2007-02-26T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T23:01:43.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NIK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nikki! happy sweet 16th! although this year we've drifted quite a bit, you're still one of my bestest buddies and you're special in your own, loony, cockeyed kind of way. haha thank you for all the smiles you've brought upon my life, not to mention the showers of love you've graciously given me when im down. you've been a nice warm ray of sunshine in the rain and a really nice shoulder to cry or lean on. thank you nikki, for being my friend! :D lovee loads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/ReL1sysLqMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/RCIfzgobcwI/s1600-h/DSC03211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 200px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/ReL1sysLqMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/RCIfzgobcwI/s320/DSC03211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035857483223771330" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres to all the crazy, crazy times (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-1899178571700240146?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/1899178571700240146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/1899178571700240146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-birthday-nik-nikki-happy-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/ReL1sysLqMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/RCIfzgobcwI/s72-c/DSC03211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-6670481817758407205</id><published>2007-02-18T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T08:46:58.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i guess we're all&lt;br /&gt;hanging by a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, friday was fun, with nikki and sulin, and by sulin's request, i'l write a short paragraph about it, although now's not a really nice mood to blog in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kim, nikki sulin and i walked out of school together after cny celebrations and then i don't know where kim disappeared too but we met het at cine again heh, se snuck her in to have the sushi buffet and like tons of waitresses and waiters were giving us dirty looks, trying to catch kim in the act of eating, but we were too pro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kim left and sulin nikki and me went to catch the epic movie which was not that epic, but instead, a total bullshit waste of money! we came in 15 minutes late though and were in the same cinema as william, kevin and terrence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then stupid sulin and genius mah and i went schopping! it was so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicole mah, i miss you very much, seriously. i know i've said this a million times but i feel like we're seriously not being together like we used to, and everytime i see you smile, i want to be the one that makes you smile, not some stupid person watching you. you really mean so much to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i want to thank sulin for all the love she has given me, and all the time when people tend to ignore me, she will be the one there to actually cheer me up. it's not everyday you meet someone as awesome as sulin, so i know i'll really treasure our friendship. thank you su, for being there always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/Rdh1jGAXD3I/AAAAAAAAABg/vtOGx5LEJ8c/s1600-h/omg.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 208px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/Rdh1jGAXD3I/AAAAAAAAABg/vtOGx5LEJ8c/s320/omg.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032901829354524530" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/Rdh1jWAXD4I/AAAAAAAAABo/jnToai4MnuA/s1600-h/hanging.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 239px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/Rdh1jWAXD4I/AAAAAAAAABo/jnToai4MnuA/s320/hanging.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032901833649491842" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/Rdh17mAXD6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/hB40zPFf1Yo/s1600-h/acs.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 227px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/Rdh17mAXD6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/hB40zPFf1Yo/s320/acs.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032902250261319586" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;chang, thank you for always being there for me, seriously, i might not even be able to bear the thought of your inexistence and you not coming into my life after all that you've gone through with me. even a million thank-yous would not even express how grateful i am, but nonetheless, thank you, a million and one times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-6670481817758407205?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/6670481817758407205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/6670481817758407205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-guess-were-all-hanging-by-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/Rdh1jGAXD3I/AAAAAAAAABg/vtOGx5LEJ8c/s72-c/omg.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-4021705853745128243</id><published>2007-02-15T07:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T23:32:25.409+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hearts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;oh gosh! sorry i didn't even get the chance to blog yesterday, but to everyone, i want to say a very HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY! so far, acs international is the most enthu school when it comes to valentines, compared to all my other schools, where amazing people would work into the night to get handmade/homemade gifts done by the 14th :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, these few days, or this past week had been a truckload of stress! i have never skipped a day of school to stay at home to try to complete all my homework before, but seriously! i have one assignment from every subject it's driving me insane, and i've been a bit of a stupid stress ball lately, like flaring up because of the load of homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;anyways! i have found my one true movie love! like a movie i can finally name as my favourite, SERIOUSLY! besides a walk to remember, and the notebook! heh it's better than all of that! i love shakepeare in love! gos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;h, although it's m18 because there is a nude scene (big deal lah, like i havn't seen boobs before! haha) although not that much, it still doesn't deserve to me m18 because it's a really gooooooood movie, and people below 18 should appreciate it! like gosh! just remove the scene!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a really good movie and romeo and juliet is my absolute ultimate lovee! gosh the language is just amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 198px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RdR3g2AXDyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/lvVshcbQSHA/s320/DSC03445.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031778089816231714" border="2" /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(224, 227, 239);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(224, 227, 239);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(224, 227, 239);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 200px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RdR3hGAXDzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/OcdPZLLAf6U/s320/DSC03449.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031778094111199026" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(224, 227, 239);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(224, 227, 239);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you (: they were the most beautiful roses and the most perfect card!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(224, 227, 239);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Her eye discourses; I w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ill answer it.&lt;br /&gt;I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks:&lt;br /&gt;Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,&lt;br /&gt;Having some business, do entreat her eyes&lt;br /&gt;To twinkle in their spheres till they return.&lt;br /&gt;What if her eyes were there, they in her head?&lt;br /&gt;The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,&lt;br /&gt;As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven&lt;br /&gt;Would through the airy region stream so bright&lt;br /&gt;That birds would sing and think it were not night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-4021705853745128243?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/4021705853745128243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/4021705853745128243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/02/oh-gosh-sorry-i-didnt-even-get-chance.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/RdR3g2AXDyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/lvVshcbQSHA/s72-c/DSC03445.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-574834822594383775</id><published>2007-02-05T07:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T18:22:27.310+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4th month'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>our love burns brighter than sunahine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; I never understood before&lt;br /&gt;I never knew what love was for&lt;br /&gt;My heart was broke, my head was sore&lt;br /&gt;What a feeling  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, it's weird having a blog now, because all im using it for is for the sole purpose of wishing people happy birthday, or any other random event, but im up at 7.39am now and blogggggging because i wanna thank chang for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for coming into my life, for making me smile, for buying me seaweed, for carrying my files and bags all the time, for stopping my great world alone just to get sushi stuff for the night's dinner, for teaching me how to play warcraft, though im really bad, for lighting up my life, for being my superman with super tight underwear haha, for knowing when i don't want to talk and still making the effort to talk to me and REFUSING to hang up the phone, and for being a terrificccccc boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really, i couldn't ask for more because you light up my life, and our love burns brighter than shunshine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy 4th baby, haha i know im pro so i assume you liked the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugs and a tonnnnnn of kissess&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Love will remain a mystery&lt;br /&gt;But give me your hand and you will see&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is keeping time with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a feeling in my soul&lt;br /&gt;Love burns brighter than sunshine&lt;br /&gt;It's brighter than sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Let the rain fall, I don't care&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours and suddenly you're mine&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly you're mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/28871427-574834822594383775?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/574834822594383775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/574834822594383775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/02/our-love-burns-brighter-than-sunahine-i.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-117007494214588840</id><published>2007-01-29T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T20:50:01.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TICKLE ME PINK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todays bio with sulin was the best, although it's boring as hell and we don't ever concentrate, she's soooo funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupidly funny that is, not like haha laughable funny funny hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me: eh sulin you know what a psp is or not? (play station portable) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sulin: huh what? psb? play station boy lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me: psb?! PSP IDIOT, what psb?! how the hell did you get psB?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sulin: i thought psb.. got PLAYBOY, GAMEBOY SO I THOUGHT IT WAS PLAY STATION BOY!&lt;br /&gt;__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE, WE TALK ABOUT OUR FAVOURITE HOT TOPIC. k.t, also known as the love of sulin's childhood, pathetic little heart, and the man in all her fantasies she takes to hotel 82 every sunday after church :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: k.t's so short, i think he has some growth problem&lt;br /&gt;sulin: (getting worked up) OMGOSH CAN YOU NOT INSULT K.T HE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING! and i think k.t is taller than chang because he's very tall&lt;br /&gt;me: eh! then i think he has like some cell malfunction or something, his cells can't stop growing so he's like super tall&lt;br /&gt;sulin: (super worked up, she holds her hands as if she wants to murder me at this point) K.T'S CELLS ARE PERFECT STOP INSULTING HIM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, the last one was super funny in real life. sulin's head resembled a tomato and she had like hand movements too! so funnnnnnnny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;anyways, HAPPY SWEEEEET 16TH KIM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i hope your eyes get bigggggger too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sulin: eh you know i named my cat, cat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-117007494214588840?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/117007494214588840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/117007494214588840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/01/tickle-me-pink-todays-bio-with-sulin.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-116986285763809628</id><published>2007-01-27T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T09:54:59.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello sunshine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whooops, omgosh i forgot to blog yesterday, so rewind back a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;happy 16th EVAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hope your eyes get bigger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-116986285763809628?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/116986285763809628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/116986285763809628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-sunshine-whooops-omgosh-i-forgot.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-116930583311357020</id><published>2007-01-20T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T23:26:37.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I DO I DO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, this is rather disturbing. just now, my sister rushed to show me a newspaper article which deemed rain (aka bi , the korean singer) as cold and boring. OMGOSH YES LIKE WTHBBQPORK LAH! maybe he was just having a bad day or something or the reporters have like super huge warts growing out of their temples so he had to block the amazingy gross eye-sore with his huge sunglasses but, hello?! on mtv, he's the artist of the month and all his shows and interviews are like super good and not to mention, he has even got like so many american fans when he had his concert in New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i refuse to believe that he's like ,quote, 'cold and boring'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone was praising him like a multi-talented sex God or something, which he kinda is, i mean not a sex God although his abs are like super amazing, but for one thing, he is multi talented. he's kinda special because he is the only asian artist have ever, in my history of celebrity liking, liked, and you know what the better part is? he sings in korean and i&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; do not&lt;/span&gt; know one bloody word in korean, except hello, and kim chi! well some others i picked up from korean dramas too. (goonggg!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;QUOTE: (from the net)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; He is a popular solo            singer in South Korea with a very deep and rich voice and amazing dancing            skills. Bi / Rain ( Jung Ji Hoon ) has also done acting, being a very well-rounded entertainer.            Bi / &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rain is very down-to-earth and friendly, even a little shy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you see! something is obviously wrong with the singapore press. i mean if he was a stubborn, conceited, stuck up boring snob with nice abs, his nice abs wouldn't be plasted all over korean air would it?! and his crazily over priced concert tickets in singapore wouldn't be close to selling out now would it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now, i must ask you ladies and gentlemen, not to believe a single word (crude remarks) the singapore journilists have to say about rain, because they're just jelous that he's not their boyfriend, or that their husbands do not have such profound abs as rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, just take a look at this hot pictures and support rainnnnnnnn!&lt;br /&gt;you know you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=28871427"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 163px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7579/1599/320/960128/rain%20korean%20air.jpg" alt="" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the korean air with rain's bare torso plastered on the plane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="post-create.g?blogID=28871427"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7579/1599/320/990663/bi-rain-8ain.jpg" alt="" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: don't worry chang, i like you better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-116930583311357020?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/116930583311357020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/116930583311357020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-do-i-do-anyways-this-is-rather.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-116904469761633573</id><published>2007-01-17T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T23:18:18.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU LOOK WONDERFUL TONIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 242px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7579/1599/320/747938/DSC03196.jpg" alt="" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;soooooooooong sulin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;anyways sotong, thank you for that amazing post, and different senarios etc! although i can't really see your rounded ball of a face in this picture, i searched for one which you won't kill me for putting up, and simultaneously, a picture which actually makes your head seem more ball like. if you look carefully at sulin's head, it actually is perfectly round! a perfect circle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;su, you're one wonderful friend, and an even better dams1l (i have no idea how you spell it) to poke and prod and make fun off when i feel bored or when im just in the 'oh-my-gosh-sulin,-must-disturb-her' mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; eh sulin, remember mighty beans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(the beans which had weights in them at the bottom &amp; beans which they sold at 7/11 etc, last time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;sulin:&lt;/span&gt; no they were smelly beans lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me: &lt;/span&gt;huh, what smelly beans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;sulin :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the beans lah, they're called smelly beans, the belly got smell one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; -.-"  smelly bellys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;sulin:&lt;/span&gt; huh?! i thought it was called smelly beans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;sulin:&lt;/span&gt; DON'T INSULT K____ OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(after 10 seconds)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;sulin:&lt;/span&gt;li-en!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt;what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;sulin:&lt;/span&gt;i miss k____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diaooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 216px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7579/1599/320/444136/DSC03212.jpg" alt="" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nikkkii mah!&lt;br /&gt;please cheer up :D &lt;/span&gt;(although this line is overly used &amp; cliche)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey grumpy!&lt;br /&gt;hey baby, you know, for the last 3 days, you've been such a truly wonderful friend &amp;amp; i really hate to see that cheery aura of yours turn into a sad, drippy one. firstly, i have to thank you for being the one who always was the first to know that something was wrong. you always went out of the way to make me feel so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when chang and i has that stupid disagreement on monday, you stuck with me throughout, and also actually helped me by being a truly wonderful friend. thank you for going with me to the rugby game, although i know that you felt more out of place than me! you're a truly wonderful girl, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; should actually see that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trust me nikki, without you, school wouldn't be as good, and life woldn't be as complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i know that no matter what i do now, i cannot provide the same comfort and reassurence that you gave wholeheartedly to me, but im trying to come close to be as great a friend as you. i want to make you smile everyday, but i know thats really hard right now. im really thankful because you always share your problems with me, and are not afraid to hide anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i truly, deeply love you nik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 157px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7579/1599/320/899412/hearts%21.jpg" alt="" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;joel changgg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;babyyyy. stupid shithead. omgosh i found this picture quite long ago! when you took forever to make the heart because you kept screwing up so badly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i know it's been rough on us this month because we've had so many more disagreements then the last, but you said you wern't going anywhere, so i guess that makes 2 of us. i know that i've been selfish and all with my actions, and with my pride and everything, but im truly trying to supress all that right now, and come to think of it, without these bickerings and disagreements, i wouldn't not have actually taken a first step to self actualization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid, i was like 'IN THE MOMENT' when you were like, how about the 2nd step?&lt;br /&gt;so stupid, as usual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, thank you for making me feel what it feels like to be in your shoes, with me breathing down your back all the time. i really appreciate how to take things in your own stride to explain all my faults, risking a volcanic explosion. although it hurts and most of the time brings tears, i'll quickly learn what i really do need to change about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being with you causes the most upset and the most joyous moments in my life right now. joyous because every second i spend with you is more precious than sulin's stupid smelly waterbottle, and sad or upset because everytime we fight, i feels as if im zoned out, and stoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, to summarise what you in one word, it'll have to be indescribable, because words are too cheap of a reality to bask you in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANYWAYS,&lt;br /&gt;presenting JOEL CHANG &amp; his super big EGO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- says:&lt;br /&gt;instand noodles&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;EH&lt;br /&gt;but i like my noodles alot&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;like its sooo niceeeee&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;i think its like&lt;br /&gt;if u are proud of what u cook it will taste ncie&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-116904469761633573?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/116904469761633573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/116904469761633573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-look-wonderful-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-116861419434050937</id><published>2007-01-12T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T23:11:02.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLOZZORSRESTESTLESMESBERST!!!11111!!!!ONE!!ONE!!ELEVEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ive come to revive LEEEEEE-ERRRRRN's blog! hahaha ok fine! Li-ANNE! ok! since the blog is dying i shall give it some life and inspiration so that li-en can continue blogging! haha cause u know we all want u to blog! ok i dont know about the other people but i know i want u to blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok paragraphing is my friend, so is punctuation! haha and proper grammar! ok no more leet! hmmm .. OH i forgot to tell you! chang here!! im helping my girlfriend blog! cause she has no mood these few days to blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so yep! hmmm what shall i start with? ok i think il write a morale boosting speech for you! yes you Li-En! see you are special! i dedicate this post to you! hahaha so that it will give u motivation to blog! hahaha ok since you are soooooo IMPATIENT il write about you! ok so school is starting again and we have no time to go out! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i miss your blogginess! hahaha like when you blog about stuff it doesnt seem boring and all. it makes things seem so comical and cheerful! OH! I REMEMBERED SOMETHING! U REMEMBER MR. STENCHION? GAHAAHHAH REMEMBER ON MOODLE? HE TOLD US TO WRITE IN ARIAL FONT OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT AND I PURPOSELY WROTE IN WINGDINGS AND I WROTE RUBBISH! AHAHAHA! ok random thought! but yep! hmm ok so dont worry if your blog is dead or anything like that! cause i know that you are gonna have to blog about stuff soon! (psst! valentines day*hinthint*, your birthday etc. :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i know u read very fast reader so you would have probably read it in like a few seconds-.- SO SLOW DOWN! hahaha im not a very talkative person u know. haha well.. im ok. ok no im quite talkative. NO IM SUPER TALKATIVE! haha yea hmm anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 255px; height: 191px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7579/1599/320/266805/DSC03312.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;----- SOOO CUTEEEE RIGHT? ahahaha ok i hope this short but CAREFULLY THOUGHT out post will motivate you to be less lazy haha! lazy bom bom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-116861419434050937?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/116861419434050937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/116861419434050937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/01/hellozzorsrestestlesmesberst11111oneon.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-116807598321608633</id><published>2007-01-06T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T17:37:00.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WE'LL SING SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL FOR YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 200px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7579/1599/320/50154/CIMG1745.jpg" alt="" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my extremely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NAGGY&lt;/span&gt; friend, nikki mah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nikki, i am SO not demanding okay, i am like the least demanding person ever ever, and you know who can confirm, that sotong head blur queen. anyways, look! i edited the pic so you look like you have eyeliner on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh and look at bea by the door, she looks so evil. heh like smiling at that thought that nikki would get slaughtered any mintue, i guess i would actually smile along with her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we started school on friday, and boy, it was nice seeing everyone again. bea and jen could have like walked around town in the red and green highlighted strands respectively on christmas, my gosh it would have been quite cool! heh bea came to school with red highlights and nikki seriously got a heart attack-ish shock when she caught a glimpse of jen's funky green highlighted strands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kim had a bandaged ear and like she shaved a bit of one side of her head, and i think she forgot to get my an extra orientation shirt. her ear was quite cool though, eh but i really did forget to ask what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shinny's hair was coooool, i mean like when she first cut it, i was like going 'WHOA, SHINNY! I LOVE YOUR HAIR' at least 10 times a day for the first 2 days and now, she's didn't even do anything to it and it looks cooler for some reason. i hope my hair grew as slow as hers, because i have to cut it like quite often, especially the fringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nikki was well, hyper as usual, omgosh and whatevering and doing whatever nikki does best, screaming included!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, we were missing sulin though, enjoying her stupid holiday tanning on the beach. i hope she gets sunburnt all over and breaks out in rashes man. and get jellyfish (yikes) stings all over her buttocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, and bea and shin saw a year 2 girl carrying the same poka-dot bag as me (last year), grrr. haha but forget it! phew, luckily i got a new bag, else it'll be quite weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anyways, if anyone's even remotely interested in joining tennis,&lt;/span&gt; we've got 2 new coaches, and training will start to get like more intensive and less slacky. i really do hope acs international really does something like re-create a tennis team because everyone dropped out because they actually disliked the old coach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-116807598321608633?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/116807598321608633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/116807598321608633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/01/well-sing-something-beautiful-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-116763103466359265</id><published>2007-01-01T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T00:08:10.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007, i hope you will be twice as fun as 2006. please bring me more laughter, fun, and less tears, but all in all, i knew everyone who embraced and took a slice of 2006 rieally did grow into something more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during new years, i have one big confession, i never really did set any resolutions, never ever ever ever, but now i feel like i have so many things to change about myself. thank you baby, for making me see all my faults etc, and being super honest with me. although we really did have our ups and downs, i don't mind going through anything, as long as it's with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year, i owe everything to basically, my friends and especially my family, for being there when i was crappppppy. i owe this year to namely a few people, who actually know who they are, because they're really special to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, im reading all american girl 2 now, and i remember i was like super crazy over book 1! david was like sooooooo super cool mangs. haha PARCHEESI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAH;&lt;/span&gt; you're such a loser pooser poopoo &amp; thank you for the great year! thank you for being my bestest best friend &amp;amp; i never wished for anything more. stay happy in school, because your laughter is infectious, and smile always else i'll force you by pulling your lips wide and stretching your mouth. don't be sad this year alright, because it really causes a chain reaction and if you do, i'll call your boyfriend to slap some sense into you but i think he's like gonna slap me for like making him slap you. diao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SULINNN; &lt;/span&gt;stupidd gf! i do not have special needs, it's you! you need me to constantly talk to you to keep you sane and like not get caught up in all your little fantasies about all the losers you took to hotel 82 during the weekends. thats why your round head is getting stupider, because you spend the weekends doing AHEM instead of being a nerd&amp; studying. anyways, i hope next years bio and lit will be so much fun! especially with you around. i love you round!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHANG!; &lt;/span&gt;haha you're among girls! like nik, sulin &amp;amp; you, but i don't really mind because i do have to include you in my list of people close to my heart right? anyways, i don't really have anything to say, because all i want to say have been either said already, or expressed, and words are actually a cheap form of showing ones affections! haha, although you did really write me that long (boring) letter on christmas. HEHE kidding, it was nice. anyways, omgwthbpcc, i still feel like eating black pepper crab -.- anyways, BITE! eh no, i take that back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-116763103466359265?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/116763103466359265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/116763103466359265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year-2007-i-hope-you-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-116705512791259944</id><published>2006-12-25T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T21:58:47.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;MERRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; CHRISTMAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to thank everyone who wished me. i've not really been feeling well today and yesterday but thanks chang and nik for the texts! my crazy cousins came over today and i won $10 from bingo! haha and this morning i was feeling so terrible, but i guess the noise and shrieks from 3 noisy 9 year old kids really does wonders! now im feeling much much better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to thank everyone for the great year of 2006, although this really sounds like my new years post. thank you for all the wonderful memories, and some not so wonderful ones too, but none the less, we grow from learning from our mistakes. take care for the year ahead &amp;amp; once again, merry christmas, God bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-116705512791259944?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/116705512791259944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/116705512791259944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas-i-just-want-to-thank_25.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-116678649425115829</id><published>2006-12-22T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T19:23:58.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've just gotten sulin's christmas card, mangs your card is so small okay, you're so cheapskate! mines bigger but i can't find a stamp to mail it. haha okok i'll mail it asap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe thank you girlfriend, for that insanely, um puny christmas card! kidddddding, i love it and i love you too, thank you for this amazing year yea? and next year will be better! bio, aiyaiyai haha we seriously have to mug next year, okay i know i've been saying that the past year, and i've never really gotten to mugging, but next year we must! else you can smack me on the head repeatedly or like ask cv to go talk to me, i think that'll work better haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid changgggg lah. he asked me to come online then i don't know where he went!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayssssss im glad i managed to complete all my christmas shopping on time! well not all but the urgent ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh haha everyone should play kongkong online! chang got me quite hooked onto it. it's seriously cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="window.status=' ';return true" href="http://www.kongkongsea.com"&gt;CLICK!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-116678649425115829?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/116678649425115829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/116678649425115829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2006/12/ive-just-gotten-sulins-christmas-card.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-116645013228670004</id><published>2006-12-18T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T21:55:32.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NIKKI BABY WABY POOPS!&lt;br /&gt;i love love loveeeee you, omgosh you made my night, really i want to hug you right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bigbigbig bear hug (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come back quick please!&lt;br /&gt;i hope your plane doesn't crash!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>forget about the past and all, because all that matters is that i've got you now, &amp; i'll never ever give you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;i like the way you hug me tight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;i like the way we say goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;i like the way you whisper to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;about who we are and what we'll be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;i like the way you smile and say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;random things that make me sway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;i like the way you kiss me close,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;but it's just you i like the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks baby, for making my holidays a blast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-116628036195261331?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/116628036195261331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/116628036195261331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2006/12/forget-about-past-and-all-because-all.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-116581416810678671</id><published>2006-12-11T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T22:50:26.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lasat night, i had a dream about you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in this dream, i was standing right beside you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it looked, like everyone was having fun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the kind of dream, i've waited so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;my gosh! sulin's jokes are like the funniest things everZzXxXxX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why can't you drink and drive?&lt;br /&gt;because you'll spill your drink!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks to christmas and i havn't started christmas shopping!&lt;br /&gt;and i really love goong (: it made me cry yesterday night and it's so super sweet and cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-116581416810678671?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/116581416810678671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/116581416810678671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2006/12/lasat-night-i-had-dream-about-you-in.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-116537526003715635</id><published>2006-12-06T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T12:31:00.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>spent a day at the botanical gardens yesterday with chang, and before that, we had a picnic! haha it was fun really because i havn't had a picnic in ages, and before that, i asked chang to bring his picnic mat because i didn't want to carry mine on top of all the food but my mom kept insisting that our picnic mats the the best so she made me bring 2 along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha after like 5 minutes of walking after my mom dropped me off, i was complaining like poop! (chang had all the bags and the big tumbler and everything and i was emptyhanded) joel is seriously a pro map reader, when we stopped in front of the maps, i would jst sit down and stare at him, waiting for him to tell us where to go. haha so we ended up picnicing in front of the stage thingy at botanicals and um i chose a shadey spot. then these stupid grass mower people started mowing the grass around us! and like our part wasn't mowed, but we just sat there for a while wondering if they'll ever ask us to move because they wanted to mow the grass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh, we walked into the rainforest, it was nice and quiet but there were so many disgusting creeepy things and lucky we didn't see any monkeys. monkeys are disgusting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh, we saw leon there too and this big group of ahbeng friends/cousins. kiddingg! we wanted to go to swan lake, like where leon was but at that time we didn't know. so i got tired again and we sat down at some bench with shelters then it started to rain! haha it was quite nice, then lighting came, and im like omgoshomgosh we're gonna dieeeee. then joel was like, i think lighting will strike those places with alot of water. then we're both like 'LEON!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and joel was so lame okay, haha he's always calling leon bird nose and whatever nose and stuff right, i was like 'oh no, hahahahaha leon's gonna die' then joel was like 'no leon has a running nose, he can run away' haha diao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so it rained and rained and rained and rained and this guy was sitting like way opposite us. me and chang were just like sitting there and having fun while he was kinda stranded at the other side, bored and alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7579/1599/320/388829/DSC03293.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pose #1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7579/1599/320/399219/DSC03297.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pose #2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7579/1599/320/867940/DSC03313.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pose #3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were many more but chang was just a lousy photographer. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we missed our sunset again for the third time, because it started raining when the sun was going down, God really does have a grudge against me, chang and sunsets haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, when the rain stopped and we decided to walk off, it was already about 7++ pm and totally dark with like creepy bugs crying and joel used his pro boy scout map reading skills to navigate us back. boyscouttt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" height="188" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7579/1599/320/181656/DSC03315.jpg" width="243" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7579/1599/1600/992616/DSC03315.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy 2nd month baby!&lt;br /&gt;loser/idiot/stupidshit/BOYSCOUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-116537526003715635?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/116537526003715635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/116537526003715635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2006/12/spent-day-at-botanical-gardens.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-116494464856125829</id><published>2006-12-01T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T19:35:52.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oopsssss, i'm actually supposed to leave for nikki's house now, okay alright! im going soon!  movie marathon with stupid goonass sulin and stupid goondubrain nicole mah! it's gonna be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i went to town with my mom and my sis and met chang there. haha we had sushi together with 3/4 my family &amp; boy, chang was such an idiot! haha but my sister likes him and so does my mom so thats good, besides his terrible table manners and huge appitite! haha i think my mom was overwhelmed and suprised by how much he ate but she kept stuffing him it was quite funny. oh boy when we got back, my sis was like, 'chang is so funnny!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay just that whatever he says is funny because it's so stupidddd!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my mom drops a receipt for pet food on the table.&lt;br /&gt;chang: EHHH! how come they serve pet food in a sushi restaurant???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;haha whoalao i was about to die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then chang and i left to catch step up. gosh, now i know why jennifer has like a huge crush on channing tatum or however you spell his name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after, we met up with my mom and sis to get dinner and i couldn't finish my ramen so in comes chang the rubbish bin! haha oh man he was so stupid. i put the red chilli in the soup to flavour it right, not to eat them but chang had to be some super smart boy and eat up like 3 of those red chilli things and his mouth was practically burning. we had to get the ice from my sis's ice lemon tea to cool it down. haha one way to stop chang from eating, pepper his food with lots of chilli!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm oh yea, my mom is seriously so enthu about christmas, this year, our christmas tree ornaments totaled to about $200 ++  excluding the live tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i better get going! nikki's gonna kill me man, her nails are like her murder weapons.&lt;br /&gt;and if i go there early, i get more time to tease sulin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-116494464856125829?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/116494464856125829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/116494464856125829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2006/12/oopsssss-im-actually-supposed-to-leave.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-116472586121100590</id><published>2006-11-28T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T22:57:41.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think sunsets are pretty, but joel and i have the worst luck. i mean we can never ever catch a proper sunset, ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, the first time was in sentosa, it was nice and we were sitting by the rocks at the beach and everything was all nice and the sun was going to set. suddenly comes this huge mass of black, grey clouds and they choked up our view and by the time they left, the sun was already down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, after going to escape with nikki and shun, chang and i headed to the beach where we intended to catch our dearly missed sunset. so we sat down and then i realised that the sun was behind us, blocked by the trees. it isn't where you sit down and be all nice viewed as the sun goes down the horizon, but instead, the stupid sun was behind hideous coconut trees and chang then reminded me that we were in the east, and sunsets only happened in the west.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways, they charged us 6 bucks per person admission fee for escape today and before that, my mom picked nik and shun up and we headed over first because guess what? my stupid boyfriend was late again so i made him go by himself, but he made up for it by bringing me cupcakes, haha 6 nice iced delicious cupcakes that were kinda ruined by his compulsive swinging of the bag while he was running to the train station to avoid further abuse by me, heh but none the less, they were so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nik&amp;shun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hey you guys, i'm sorry today wasn't all that fun for you guys, but really hope that things are better now, and thing are working out, like they always do. you guys are my #1 favourite disfunctional couple ever! shun, although nikki can be insanely barbaric, ruthless and stupid at times, hence the over abuse of you, you'll learn to love her to bits because of the goodness that dwells deepdeepdeepdeep deeeeep deeep in her heart and the joy she carries around with her. when she's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;having her nikki pms moments and stupid little problems, i'm sure you're there for her, but at these times, you should choose your words carefully because she can really take what you say to heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sometimes, she has alot going on in her mind, when she's silent, but she doesn't know how express it, because she isn't at gifted as you at language shun! she's quite alot dumber, so if you're there for her at these times, it would really make her smile like shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ps: she likes white roses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love you nikki baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 186px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7579/1599/320/DSC03281-3.jpg" alt="" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i think chang looks so cute here but i looked gross so i kinda cropped me out. hahahah he reminds me of the leon pose, the one where he scrunches his eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7579/1599/320/DSC03287.0.jpg" alt="" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idiot :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-116472586121100590?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/116472586121100590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/116472586121100590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-think-sunsets-are-pretty-but-joel.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-116445337677443392</id><published>2006-11-25T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T19:45:02.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the holidays seem all lazy lazy but thank god i'm not cooped up at home all the time because seirously! i'd die from over boredom and my eyes would probably die from all the hours on the com too. and tv!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOSH i'm hooked onto the amazing race asia, okay i loveeeee the hot filipino model/actress girls, they're so confident and they're just not afraid to be themselves, and they're soooo hot but they got eliminated and that was drastically sad because half of the reason why i love watching the show was because of them. they were sooo hot, and the taller girl, i forgot her name, really reminded me of kristin kreuk, super godess of prettyness haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm so i'll recap my week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday to wednesday, chang had his rugby camp &amp; i went for tennis on tuesday and wednesday. im so glad i improved my game, i mean i havn't been playing seriously for a month because of exams and everything was so super screwed up. and it doesn't help either when the coach doesn't help you to brush up, but makes you play straight away with some year 1 guy and then you lose, your morale goes wayyyy down. gosh, and he was super annoying i remembered, i felt like punching his pug face in because he was standing on my court and shouting all the way over to that guy what i was doing wrong. hello, in the first place, PLEASE STEP OFF MY COURT. i can't play if you're croaking away half heartedly just for the sake of distracting me because i don't think anyone would even heed your advise thank you. gosh! at least im getting decent training at my club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on thursday, i went to acs independent to watch joel's rugby match. oh wait, haha did i mention that chang ended up 1 hour late for his camp? so the stupid boy had to do 200 pushups and run around as punishment so during his camp, his arms were hurting like poop all the way to the match. haha, during the match, it started to rain so as expected, the soil was all muddy and yucks, and the guys seriously resembled pigs! haha playing in the mud. i will never ever let my son play rugby next time if i was a parent because it's just plain stupid. guys get all injured and they jump on top of each otherm it just kinda hurts to see all that. but oh well! i think rugby's quite a cool sport on the whole, touch rugby's so much more civilized, i guess thats why girls play it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i think my loser of a boyfriend played well so thats good, although my mom and i were like, 'whats happening??' 3/4 of the match. haha i remember my mom going 'ouch! i think chang is at the bottom of that pile (of boys)' haha it was quite interesting to watch. although we lost by alot and our defence needs to be worked on, it was an interesting match!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on friday, i went to help for a bit in school with feline, bea and tabs with the year 6 thingy and then headed to great world with joel to catch happyfeet! hehe i got a free savings container!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, my mom sent me to suntec to meet joel, jen and chris and we watched casino royale. although i had to constantly ask chris what was happening, the 2 and a half hour movie proved quite worth the money. james bond may be a hilariously ugly old man, but he had pretty blue eyes, and his moves are 'da bomb mangs' (hehe I QUOTE SULINNNNNN MY STUPID ROUND HEAD OF A GIRLFRIEND')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone should catch it, although i don't really like action movies where one silly fighting 'suspense' scene takes like 10 minutes to end, haha like c'mon! get on with the plot people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm walked to the train station with chang and we're quite good as a team with directions and im seriously suprised! because i really suck at directions. anyways, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thank you jen &amp; chris for today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chris,&lt;/span&gt; please don't leave. i mean i was really praying for you to fail your enterance exams for the chimm british school in england so you would stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jen,&lt;/span&gt; althought you suck at the beginners track of daytona and i rock your boxers, you're too pro at time crisis and bishi bashi which i suck at, you're still so much fun to hang out with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my dumblock boyfriend, &lt;/span&gt;haha i don't feel like writing something nice for you! nyehnyeh.STOOOOOOOOPID PIG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-116445337677443392?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/116445337677443392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/116445337677443392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2006/11/holidays-seem-all-lazy-lazy-but-thank.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-116390248960581879</id><published>2006-11-19T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T10:14:49.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so, the holidays are finally here! i don't know why people complain so much about getting late holidays when some other local shcool have just started theirs, i mean it's no big deal starting at this time, but i guess holding us back for 3 useless weeks in school where no one bothers to snap out of their i-don't-need-to-study-after-exams mode, is really stupid considering that we include the excess stuff we're doing right now in our igcse coursework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm chang and i checked out vivo city yesterday and it was sooo huge and super duper crowded. i didn't really like fighting with the crowd. i guess i don't really like too ginormous and too crowded shopping malls because it's kind of hard to go places, but other than that, it's really pretty! we booked tickets to catch the covanent and then went into a bookshop and sat down for like an hour. it was nice really, because it was quiet. i realised i havn't read all the nicholas sparks books yet! they're so good, goshhhhh they should turn them all into movies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the covanent sucked like poop, well okay putting like 5 hot guys into one movie is quite a good idea but really, you can't tell who is who after a while. haha well i couldn't, and the beginning was a bit confusing and the whole movie was quite cliche. i think sarah was hot though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to get dinner and i don't know why but i think i was feeling irritated at everything. this either means pms or pms but i do not pms. hehe but after dinner, everything was fine. but when i was feeling irritated and annoyed, chang was actually really sweet, i mean he didn't mind at all but he kept trying to cheer me up. well hmm i guess he does that all the time, he doesn't leave you alone when you're all pissy and blah. haha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh! and this cute small girl on the mrt kept looking at me and when i stuck my tongue at her, she stuck her tongue back at me! haha then we were playing peek-a-boo and then when joel and i had to get down, she said bye and waved at me. hehehe omgosh so cute okay! i think i was a very irritant little kid, i mean i didn't let anyone carry me when i was small, and i would cry when i couldn't see my mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-116390248960581879?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/116390248960581879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/116390248960581879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-holidays-are-finally-here-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-116313905532208554</id><published>2006-11-10T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T14:10:55.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>don't you just hate the feeling where you feel yourself slowly, yet steadily drowning in your misery. nothing has happened actually, no big news or deaths or whatever, but you just feel yourself fading away at an unknown cause. well lately, i've had had big jumbles of emotions, where i can't really depict which is the dominant emotion causing me to wellow in my state of self pity, but it's not only affecting me, but those around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like, just this gust of pressure upon yourself, i don't know the cause, but it comes in a whole jumbled up puzzle of emotions. im sorry about today joel, when you asked me if i was jelous or emo or anything, i didn't really know what to say, because there is no one dominant emotion of anger or sadness of any sort. i guess it all adds up to the insecurity of everything. well, life itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay yup i hate leaving myself alone because i'll start thinking about my life and every other opportunity which is yet to come, but i do have so many insecuries which surface especially when im one on one with myself thinking. i'll constantly find myself in a mess as i realise that i havn't even set a goal in life. i don't know what i'm going to do or where im going to go in the future because i don't ever wanna grow up. the thought of it scares me so bad and i don't know how everyone takes it. i don't know about anything right now and to be truthful i never ever knew what i was going to be or what i actually aspire to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okkk so yup, writing always get a huge load off my chest. i guess it has to be the weather partly, because it's been raining for gosh knows how many days straight, and everyone has been a little bit glum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you nikki, for slapping the shit out of me today in class :D made me feel tons more in control on myself for some reason! bfffffffffff (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly, i feel so stupid, after writing all of this. i need to get a grip on myself, gosh! i don't think i ever ever used to actually think so much.&lt;br /&gt;ok Li, get a gripppppppppppp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha ok there i think i feel a bit better. writing always helps a little bit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-116313905532208554?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/116313905532208554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/116313905532208554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2006/11/dont-you-just-hate-feeling-where-you.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-116307823100260811</id><published>2006-11-09T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T21:17:11.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was the acs international fun fair thingy and when i stepped into the hall, i saw sulin staring at me like an idiot and smiling to herself as usual. seriously, that rounds sotonghead has a serious problem. she stares at people like a hungry chikopeh going to hotel 81 with that stupid gleam in her eyes, but it's funny really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday during bio, sulin got an ac exercise book and we started drawing disgustable pictures of each other and whoa, she can't draw for nuts. she thinks she's fo funny but shinny knows that im WAYY funnier! hahahha but it was funny and i cracked up the whole of bio lesson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SULIN,  i know why you don't go after venga. because he's TOO GOOD FOR YOU and you can't get him anyways! hahahhaha. i bet you get rejected 10000 times a month thats why you're such a player, no matter how hard you try, you can't get any single guy.  :D heheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha and i went to spray paint my hair at 3y's spa place thingy and i swear, im never ever gonna spray paint again! i had to wash my hair with shampoo twice over and then condition to get everything out, and the water and soap was all pink and funky. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i finally baked cookies today! FINALLY. haha sulin has been bugging me.&lt;br /&gt;moron&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-116307823100260811?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/116307823100260811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/116307823100260811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2006/11/today-was-acs-international-fun-fair.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-116269685069075252</id><published>2006-11-05T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T11:22:03.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY FIRST MONTH BABY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 2pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 123px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7579/1599/320/DSC03268.jpg" alt="" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br&gt;well this month has gone by really fast, from my judgement, faster than all the previous months put together. usually, when exams come, i feel that time stands still, and i seriously go crazy during that period, but thank you for all the after schools and helping me with my math and bio. i really love the comfortable silences we share, and how you're so open about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you mean so much to me right now, and don't worry, i won't ever go anywhere. when i'm with you, it's funny how time passes so fast, and even if i don't say sweet things most of the time, it's because  those words are too cheap compared to the true value of the qualities you posess, and that i don't say it because they're in my head all the time and saying them every second would be a bit weird! thank you again, because you don't know how much you've opened my eyes to everything else in the world. you don't know how much you've taught me, and all in all, you're the best thing that has ever happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday was fun! haha typical sleepover and nikki's but we didn't get to watch the nun because it was so late and everyone was a bit freaked out about the movie which consists of a psycho nun torturing and killing kids, and years later, the alumni themselves start mysteriously dying too. but it seems like a pretty nice movie. a walk to remember was so sad as usual, haha nikki and i started bawling our eyes out, and shun was just cracking stupid jokes, and chang was constantly going "are you crying?" hmph! it sucks to watch sad movies with guys because you just want to cry in peace and absorb the sadness of the movie, haha idiots. well next time, we'll have a sad movie marathon with girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on saturday morning, i woke up early and got ready to go out and everything while nikki slept like a stupid pig! gosh i was disturbing her like mad, and it took ages for her to get up! i woke joel up too, gosh seriously, PIIIIIGS! haha you should hear joel's morning voice, hahaha it's sosososo groggy and gross! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm then we walked out of niks and met joel on the way and he got me roses. haha thank you :D they were pretty but you idiot, you don't tell me that you bought 3 because the lady was giving you a discount for 3! hahahah then we met shun and we had mexican! i never ever have mexican, but the food was so goood! chang paid for my meal because my mom was talking that time in the car about guys being chivirous, so he decided to be chivirous yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we took a train to sentosa, and chang was soo hyped up about seeing the merlion. we went to the beach for a while and just hung out for i don't know how long, but longgg! the waters sooo gross, gosh! the soft sands like black and fish poop's everywhere! haha, and chang wanted us to watch the sunset but the stupid clouds were blocking the sun so there wasn't any sunset! but sitting by the rocks on the beach was just so nice, watching the waves and talking. i wish i lived by the sea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we decided to go see the merlion! haha but we were 5 minutes too late so we couldn't go in. pooooor chang! he was super duper exited okay, haha like bringing a little kid out. next time, i promise, we'll see the merlion early!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we took a cable car back to harbourfront center and had dinner, and my dad sent chang home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chang! i've spend an entire day with you, now im seriously sick of you, loser :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-116269685069075252?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/116269685069075252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/116269685069075252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-first-month-baby-well-this-month.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-116238928844126011</id><published>2006-11-01T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:05:17.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's funny how time changes people. for the better or worst, but i guess we all get influenced by the people around us, time catalyses these influences to actually change us on the whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·$63[[ ·$29AmAnDa·$63]] ·$26to everyone i hurt iam sorry·$6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;OMG li-en  baby i miss u so much i was looking at the pics and im lyk li-en i havent talked  2 her in agesss miss u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128);font-family:Arial;" &gt;haha me  toooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128);font-family:Arial;" &gt;hows life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;·$63[[ ·$29AmAnDa·$63]] ·$26to everyone i hurt iam sorry·$6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;its fucked  up at the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128);font-family:Arial;" &gt;what, what  happened?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128);font-family:Arial;" &gt;goshhh so much drama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   ·$63[[ ·$29AmAnDa·$63]] ·$26to everyone i hurt iam sorry·$6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;hahaha sat  i got really drunk and i beat my friend up and i banged my phone in her head and  i bitched at everyone i bit this other gal coz i wanted bacardi i went 2 guill  house and yelled fuck u bitches and his mum came out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·$63[[ ·$29AmAnDa·$63]] ·$26to everyone i hurt iam sorry·$6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;yea loads  of drama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;haha it's the first time joel chang's not online! i really am wondering what that stupid pig is doing. hmphhh .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hhahhaha NIKKKKI please, fridayfriday! it's gonna be sooo fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, sorry nik and shun for being so super moody earlier on at nik's place until chang came because i was super super tired, and the stupid GOAL! words i did were so super ugly and screwed up and i hate painting because it reminds me of art, and i really hate art lessons in school. oh man, first 2 periods art tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha on a much lighter note, i passed math! and everything else! :D&lt;br /&gt;but mainly math! oh man oh mannnn! i passed, goshhhhhhhhh, hahhaha. thank you joel! for the millionth trillionth billion fafillionth time! haha fafillion a word, and it's my word by the way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-116238928844126011?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/116238928844126011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/116238928844126011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-funny-how-time-changes-people.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-116221787450781491</id><published>2006-10-30T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T22:17:54.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'll be there for you,&lt;br /&gt;these 5 words i swear to you,&lt;br /&gt;when you breathe, i wanna be the air for you,&lt;br /&gt;i'll be there for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll live and i'll die for you,&lt;br /&gt;steal the sun in the sky for you,&lt;br /&gt;words can't say what love can do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'll be there for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-116221787450781491?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/116221787450781491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/116221787450781491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2006/10/ill-be-there-for-you-these-5-words-i.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-116176392605246125</id><published>2006-10-25T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T20:17:51.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7579/1599/320/maple.0.jpg" alt="" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;this is dedicated to my one and only girlfriend! STUPID SOTONGHEAD SULIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha the one in the tankini is chang, (ooooops, haha someones gonna kill me) with this black belly showing and jr. russ! haha changs stupid pet cargo which pees on everyone, haha but it's damn cute. haha gosh it took a million screenshots to get the perfect KAO one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but doesn't it just remind you of sulin? haha 'what the kao!' omgosh i miss sulin so much. haha i don't know why but i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and nikki baby! hahahhah whoaa it's 2 more days till we get to hang out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, my 2 days of holidays have been pretty lazy, lazy because all i did was sit in front of the computer &amp; my eyes are going bonkers. haha come to think of it, this year was my slack-est year ever, even compared to my  ycis days in shanghai. i can't study for more than one and a half hours without getting up to go do something else, or pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7579/1599/320/maple1.jpg" alt="" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at russ jr! gosh all influenced by joel chang. haha&lt;br /&gt;it's gross and peeing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-116176392605246125?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/116176392605246125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/116176392605246125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2006/10/kao-this-is-dedicated-to-my-one-and.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-116153269360991781</id><published>2006-10-22T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T19:02:30.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i loveee going through old pictures, especially those of my mom and dad and before their wedding, every single one has a different story to tell, and when they say a picture speaks a thousand words, they wern't lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom came into the store room where i was sitting, going through all the albums, and we did talk about the past. i realised how perfect my mom fit into my dad's life, haha quite cool actually!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7579/1599/320/su%20and%20me%20%2797.jpg" alt="" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7579/1599/320/mom%20me%20and%20su%20%28%3D.jpg" alt="" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7579/1599/320/gym%2C%202000.jpg" alt="" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raffles girls' pri school gym team! 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haha lao shi went, 'ni de content bu quo, dan shi, ni the sentence structure umm bu tai hao' BUT HE WAS MAKING THE 'ni the sentence structure SUCKS LIKE SHIT' face. hahah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, math exam on thursday was just SHIT, no really, i have a feeling im really going to fail it! haha sorry joel but i lost like 10 marks because i didn't finish the last question, and knowing my hopelessness in alebra, especially indices, i think im probably going to fail section A too. haha super depressing, but on a lighter note, english was easy peasy lemon squeezy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had chinese today, and i swear, my hand hurt like poop from all the writing. haha but once you finish the paper, everyone could just hand it up and saunter off. it's quite cool really, because in my past schools, we usually slept for the remaining time, as letting us off early was never an option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looked for chang in the gym after chem, haha he says he's getting weaker, but i don't think i see any difference! hmm then we TRIED to study in the canteen afterwards, but i don't think we could because jenn and shinny dropped by. then joel, me and jen headed to parkwayyyyyyyyyyyyy! haha EASTCOAST! i miss parkway and marine parade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; WE HAD STEAMBOAT!&lt;br /&gt;whoa, best steamboat in a longlonglonglonglongggg time! haha jen and joel didn't eat prawns so they forced me to eat the two big ones, but they were soooooo good! jen kinda finished the tom yam section on her own, haha and both jen and joel really order weird things! um what.. seacucumber thing? and some fish jelly or something. hahahha looks so gross but jen's fish jelly actually tasted nice! hehe then we took a bus to jen's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa really, jennifer's soo good at her lousy ps 2 games. no i mean, seriously, her human time reaction is like 0.00001 seconds, compared to joel's which was like what, 20++ seconds and mine! whoalao, she's the reigning queen of ps2, haha me and chang couldn't dethrone her, even after many many attempts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we decided to watch van helsing! haha i love dracula! &amp;amp; it wasn't even scary. and jen's house is pretty, but the haze seemed pretty, no really bad, peering out from her window, mainly because she lived so high up, and she was facing the sea.haha jen was HIDDDDDDING under the blanket hahhahah when we were watching the movie! haha i like the vampire brides, they were sosoosososo coooool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks jen, for letting us hang out at your place :D&lt;br /&gt;haha, really, gossiping so much too! haha &amp; disturbing joel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;thank you for always being there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;because i would feel so lost without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&amp; being away, even for a little bit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;makes me miss you like crazy :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-116136562881998123?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/116136562881998123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/116136562881998123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2006/10/oops-haha-really-i-need-to-brush-up-on.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-116100235518571504</id><published>2006-10-16T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T23:49:57.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOW,&lt;br /&gt;this is not working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;banning myself from the net. haha, but, see, i have covered 2 chapters of bio! and they're like the chapters with the most things to remember, classification of organisms (haha now my mom gets superrr annoyed whenever i say monochodelidons and dichodelidons, however you spell it, now, haha seriously! haha my sis was like, whats that cross section of the bean there, and im like, 'OH IT'S DICHODELIDON, it has network veins and the leaves are broad! &amp;amp; a sub catogery of angiosperms! ladida then i'll go talk about other things and go on and on, my mom would be like OH MANNN NOT AGAINNN! SU-EN SHUTUP!) hahhaha and im so pro at it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha gosh i amaze myself there days, in remembering things :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and food and nutritions! hahahha KAWASHIKORRRR. haha sounds so cute and japanese, BUT it's a disease which a lack of proteins can give you. hahaha bloated belly! and irritation. haha which reminds me to um something found in ciggys which makes you depressed. HAHAH OH nicotine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i love bio, i don't even know why. makes you sound so smart with all the stupid long words. hehehe LATIN! haha i love latin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh mainly because you go like, KINGDOM MONERA and people don't know you're talking about bacteria and cynobacteria which are actually prokaryotes. hahahha i feel so powerful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't think i'll be going to school tomorrow! hahaha i'm having personal study time at home. well sulin probably isn't going too haha and i don't know about nikkk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i am so addicted to maple heh! nikki would so be killing me right now.&lt;br /&gt;BUT IT'S ALL JOEL'S FAULT, GO KILL HIM NIK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;okay not literally haha, else he'd have your super nikki scars all over him. ouch hehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-116100235518571504?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/116100235518571504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/116100235518571504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2006/10/wow-this-is-not-working.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-116040466897237071</id><published>2006-10-09T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T22:37:48.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow, theres this insane bug jumping from school to school and person to person, really, so many people are down with illnesses. well many people i know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope that i don't catch it because i have just officially recovered from  my flu bug, and it was the most terrible time ever! having to speak like the official himbo bimbo of ac international, ryan sean flores. and sniffing &amp; having disgusting green gunk coming out of my nose every few minutes, simultaneously, having to blow, resulting in a usage of 5 packs of tissue just for school, excluding stealing the teachers' tissue from their ginormous tissue boxes on their desks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, i think my immunity is highhhh now, because i just recovered, and IF i happen to catch any sort of bug later on, then just blame it on bad karma. but i swear! i havn't been doing anything bad these days, haha so i hope karma doesn't come around and kick me on the ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, chinese today was hilarious! with sean and leon pretending to be a gay couple. i was the only girl, because kim, nik and su didn't feel well enough to stay or attend school. sean and i had some stupid childish sissors battle thingy and gosh, leon is seriousllyyyyyyy hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's like the dumbest pretty boy i have ever met. haha i hope his hair alright, because he bought this $30 wax on discount and i squeezed quite a large amount on my hand and put it on his head at one spot, and he freaked out, asking sean if his hair was okay. so unconvinced, he rushed to the toilet to check his hair. and he's so funny! give him a poster and he'll read the slogan or words or whatever off them and use them at the silliest times. haha and he was going around doing the joel chang laugh haha so annoying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mann! leon and sean are hilarious together! and lao shi was so slack in chinese today, it was really fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;chris: "SEX CAN WAIT, MASTERBATE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoalaoo hahahahha, chris and chern being all stupid during chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywhoo, i think i'm going to bed early today again! because i went early yesterday, and it felt so good this morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to everyone who isn't feeling as great and energetic as me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GET WELL SOON! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love loads (:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-116040466897237071?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/116040466897237071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/116040466897237071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2006/10/wow-theres-this-insane-bug-jumping.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-116028101009170480</id><published>2006-10-08T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T12:16:50.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH MANNNNNNNNN I CAN'T WAIT TILL EXAMS ARE OVERRRRRRRRRRRRR!&lt;br /&gt;we'll all be free birlds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;year 3 halloween party!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;NIIIIIIIKKI &amp; ME, SLEEPOVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; finally, like the good old days, and nikki is seriously obsessed because last time when she was at my place, we made a list at 2am on the people at school &amp; she's dying to to it again. hehe she's secretly in love with tom yam, my kitty, and she is because bob is so ugly and tom yam is like 3439508 times cuter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;going out with captain directions  again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOVIE MARATHON @ NIKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping IN BANGKOK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I REALLY REALLY can't wait! goshhh :D heheheheheh sleeeeeeeepover! &amp; a walk to remember, and bawling our eyelids out when mandy moore dies. no matter how many times i watch that movie, i always always cry. oh man, nikki and i can be all teary! &amp;amp; scary movies! i'm gonna rent them haha and we can all camp out in your tv room. hehe so funn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only these 2 weeks can fly by ever so quickly, the good times can draw nearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-116028101009170480?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/116028101009170480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/116028101009170480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2006/10/oh-mannnnnnnnn-i-cant-wait-till-exams.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-116023284690673307</id><published>2006-10-07T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T22:54:06.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY 15TH BEA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best best wishes &amp; i hope you had a great day!&lt;br /&gt;love! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man, i have a sudden sudden craving for sushi, and having a big pile of snacks all the way from japan sitting right on my kitchen area thingy doesn't exactly bring down my crave for japanese food! hehe, i had ramen today with joel chang though, RAMEN! the one at cine is sosososo good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before that, we watched staying alive, and it wasn't like scary scary, i guess it was just thrilling. but the idea for the movie was just too typical. like jumanji or zathura or movies involving a game theme. but i guess this movie didn't really have an ending, haha but it seriously wasn't scary! gosh haha wasted my efforts summoning up my courage in preparation for the freaky parts, but there was like 2 times when something unexpected happens, but what really makes it worth the suspense is the sound effect. the sounds make your heart race, i swear, without sounds, scary movies would be bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and before that, haha we went to the arcade and joel finally beat me in datona, but if we had raced one more lap, i can surely outdrive you, well and he FINALLY won me in house of the dead, but as usual, i will forever be more pro in other games haha PUZZLE BUBBLE! or some fighting game. hehe air hockey was unavaliable, so i couldn't thrash him for the 3rd time straight :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well after ramen, we went to the library, hehe and seriously my sense of direction! gosh it was so embarrassing going all the wrong ways and chang talking and talking hahahah he can never shut up. hehe but the library@orchard is seriously nice, and best thing is, they have nice magazines, so my promise to do homework was actually quite broken, since i am busy being distracted by my magazines and joel chang tugging my hair. mmm the strawberry milkshake is really worth buying, gosh it's so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i wanted to go to wisma to get bea a birthday present, BUT they didn't have anything nice &amp; really worth buying, well maybe today wasn't my happy-shopping-i-can-find-many-cool-things-to buy-day but ZILCH nice things to buy, so whoalao i don't even have a present for bea &amp;amp; i feel all terrible. hehe joel and i got lost trying to find the train station, and really WHO THE HELL GETS LOST IN WISMA?! hahahahhaha gosh omgosh hanging around with an idiot seriously morphed me into a bigger bigger idiot, but chang obviously couldn't stand to be called an idiot, so he transformed into a hero and located the train station (the long way, he's not that smart. hehe. by going all the way to taka, walking out, looking for signs, following the signs &amp; walking into the outside station) and the day was saved by, as he puts it, captain directions and his sidekick, lousy li-en.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT since we're so committed to our work and exams, haha we've made a deal that today was the last day we're gonna go out until the exams are overrrrrrrr! haha can't wait. &amp;amp; we'll all be free! FINALLY gosh, hurry hurry exams, you're driving me insane, and plus after school, going straight home to study?! CRAZY. whoaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;nerdalert!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and till the 27th, i'll miss you! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-116023284690673307?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/116023284690673307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/116023284690673307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-15th-bea-best-best-wishes-well.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-115996131612130513</id><published>2006-10-04T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T19:28:36.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;it's really good to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hear your voice, calling my name is sounds so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;coming from the&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;lips of an angel&lt;/span&gt;, here are those words that make me weep.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i, never wanna say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways! bio today was funn! &amp;amp; i love my girlfriend so much, to bits because she's the best best thing ever! thanks su, for not ditching school today because we had double bio, and having to endure an english essay and chem too. thanks for being so open with me, hehehhe i know your secrets hehhehehehe! &amp; you're so fun just to tease and hang out with. love you loads k girlfriend (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were gossiping and playing taidi (haha however you spell it) during bio, for a whole period &amp;amp; the long bio lesson just went by in such a short time. it's such a wonder what a deck of cards, and a sotong ball can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, nothing really interesting happends in school anymore i guess, except leon being a total idiot. hahah he's so funny with his retarded chim words of wisdom which makes him sound even more stupid hhahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;esther is s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o useless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha jie i hope you read this!&lt;br /&gt;hehe she's so desperate to hang out with jen &amp; i haha what a loser! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and yesterday i hung out at starbucks with joel chang, the smelly loser pig. hehe whoa the second level is really really pretty! haha nice for doing work, and i saw so many people using mac books. gosh! haha i want one too! okay im kidding about the smelly pig part haha but thanks so much for the tarts :D  sooo yummmmmmy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7579/1599/1600/bff.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7579/1599/320/bff.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ps: hey baby D, i miss you so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-115996131612130513?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/115996131612130513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/115996131612130513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-really-good-to-hear-your-voice_04.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-115971083612565702</id><published>2006-10-01T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T21:53:56.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoa everyones so serious about mugging and mugging and mugging and mugging, haha realllllly, i feel so useless because after that i-want-to-be-a-nerdy-nerd post cum inspirational words of wisdom to myself, i have officially become an empty promise maker, but i still feel happy now though. haha because everyones busy studying while i sit here and blog, and daydream and doodle and watch my anime. haha hell yea it feels good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only i wasn't such a dumbass in math, i would readily open my textbook and start going through topic by topic, but sadly, when i flip open my year 3 textbook, the first few chapters have to be algebra, one thing i really really really REALLY SUCK at, i get a headache staring at all the little power numbers and the letters mixed up and formulas and everything, i either start a)stoning b)watching my anime c)stoning. yup, but see, im tryyyying &amp; i really do think chang thinks im going to fail math although sometimes he tries to be nice about it, and continues to explain the little weird thingys he does to come up with the answer while asking 'understand?understand? oi you understand or not!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha then i'll go 'yup' then he'll be 'don't bluff' then he'll start explaining it again. heh, mann, AND with everyone cooped up at home (HAHAHHA cooped, we all sound like hens and chickens!) i still go to the arcade and spend so much money beating loser pigs at air hockey, daytona and time crisis 4, and go to keppel to play tennis and basically doing things with do not involve studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't really know whats the point of me blogging now! hahahahahha. joelchang's at his relatives place hopefully socialising with the little kids, not being an antisocial idiot like he normally is. haha he was like, help me! the people here are either too mature or too immature!&lt;br /&gt;hehehhe yup i think im going to watch more anime! hhahahha i'll worry later! i hope, well maybe i should revise some math first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that i'll have this nice tingly feeling of accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;less guilt.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-115971083612565702?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/115971083612565702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/115971083612565702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2006/10/whoa-everyones-so-serious-about.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-115944354520040550</id><published>2006-09-28T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T22:09:16.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my post yesterday decided to have its own mind and not show up on my blog, so i did blog, the post just became so annoying, so i hope that after i post this, it'll finally show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoaaa, okay i promised myself that i'll be hardworking and mug but that doesn't seem to inspire me that much. how come people like nikki, sulin &amp; joel chang can actually study and force themselves to mug but i can't? i always find some way to excuse myself from everything, and when the eoys come, i panic and start rushing through everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay note to self, stop procastinating, and remind self TO SLAP NICOLE MAH WHEN I GET TO SCHOOL TOMORROW. gosh, stupid girl, it's not our fault you like little boys, and you think you're a giraffe or a guy okay, don't go around pinching people, um with the exception of the guys, because seriously, i have this ugly red mark on my hand now, and if it doesn't come out and if it is REALLY a scar, you're going to die, DIE DIE STUPID DUCK. quack quack :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, the moment i come back to school, shinny tells me that there's an english test, gosh! ahh, i couldn't even think today. and then i have to go over trigo later, and the properties of the stupid circle thingys, which i don't really know the reason to everything and i can't be bothered, BUT SINCE I AM ON THE WAY TO THE GRAND PATHWAY OF BEING A SMART NERD, i think i'll study later! if someone forces me to. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorrrry but i have to say that sulin's hair today was a weird shape, it's amazing, but it doesn't seem to emphasize the round conture of her head anymore, it makes her head seem more like a prism now, eh wait, haha i forgot whats a prism. it's the pyramid thing right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, if it's not, then it makes her head seem more like the pyramid-y thing. haha gosh, nicole was right, sulin is really a pure genuis trapped in an idiots body, im sorry but it's so true. she's such a smart ass/geek, but when it comes to common sense, she's so dumb and stupid, like a potato, because potatoes are so weird shaped and they seem stupid too. like carrots seem smart, because they contain vitamin A, but potatoes are all starchy and carbo-y and they still have a weird shape. haha, it's so fun bullying sulin, even mrs lee was laughing when we were making jokes out of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but none the less, i love you my dear girlfriend, forever and ever, and i think you really do know that i love you the mostest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, and chang, hehe i might have spilt paint on your jacket, hehehehehe but it's already dirty since you're like eternally sweaty and smelly and yucks. haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;happy 15th chern!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;bestwishes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-115944354520040550?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/115944354520040550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/115944354520040550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-post-yesterday-decided-to-have-its.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-115943678886087875</id><published>2006-09-28T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T21:34:02.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27th sep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel at all productive today, i mean, i've been sleeping for like practically the whole afternoon and i've also been sleeping since 9.00pm last night. my throat seems to have cleared up, but i think i sound like sean the bimbo now! the flu bug is infultrating me. haha like, pinch your nose with your fingers and voila!, you sound like sean! haha, but he's the funniest bimbo ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chang was right, i picked the wrong day to be sick because wednesdays are the most fun days ever! i don't remember the last time i was sick enough to stay home from school though, whoa it's been a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i feel quite bad because kim and chang wanted to come over and she called when i just woke up, haha i asked my mom but she said no lah, don't trouble your friends, you're going to school tomorrow, and she didn't want you guys to catch whatever i was having haha, but thank you so much for calling :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and girlfriend too! thanks for that sweet message!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL LIKE PUNCHING YOU CHRIS ENG.&lt;br /&gt;well, i do feel like punching you all the time anyways! hahhahah stupid pj. stupidddd!&lt;br /&gt;thanks for calling though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY 5TH MONTH NIKKI &amp;amp; SHUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-115943678886087875?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/115943678886087875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/115943678886087875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2006/09/27th-sep.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-115902923623989133</id><published>2006-09-24T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T00:37:21.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;feels like i havn't blogged for ages!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe it's 12.05AM &amp; i'm all tired out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so today's been quite a break from all that mugging until 12.45am, for the past week! and after schools with chang! haha gosh im turning into a bigbig nerd, everyone should learn from me, because thats the new way to be cooooool! hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm so today i got up at 730am  haha it's a saturday and i  got up at 730! went to catch forbidden siren with joel chang &amp;amp; goshhhhhh that big baby! :D i think i was braver than he was, well the movie wasn't scary at all, except at some parts some things were sudden, and he wants to act all brave and 'OH-IM-SO-MACHO-BECUASE-I-R-TEH-PWNT-U' hahahahah! it wasn't scary at allllll, hmm i think i like japanese horror movies better than the american ones, hehe japanese ladies are preeeety!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha next pick=mine, which will either be a chick flick or a horror movie, a horror horror horrrrrror movie haha :D horror until your inner big baby hides under the seat and starts crying. hahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chang was my doggy and we walked around orchard and i love orange julius nachos! haha chang found his new favourite love for frappuchinos haha, and i didn't touch a cheese fry today! whoa, thats amazing because cheese fries are soooooooo good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i headed to my grandparents and saw my cousins again. chang went to his little cousins birthday party, and he was suffering from constipation, as usual. hahahha i wanna see the picture of your cousin hahahah it's not often that you call someone cute! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7579/1599/320/nerdd.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cousins came over to my grandma's, and seriousllllllllly they're sososososooooo cute. hahahhah tessa was like, seriously playing with my hair for like half an hour straight and i don't suppose that it'll be weird if i had several bald patches on my head right now. she's sooo cute gosh! haha i wanna adopt her! she wants to go to my stylist hahahah and get a side fringe and layer her hair, she's 9 btw. hahahh and like everytime i see them, they'll be like 'do you have a boyfriend?' so cuteee! we played taboo, and they're good at it. they're like ,for millionaire, 'one step lower from a billionaire' haha and i guessed it in a sec. hmm i don't suppose you can say 'aire' though but kiddy minds are good for taboo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe tracey was talking to my sisters friends and su-en was being her usual antisocial self (hehe don't kill me,KIDDING! i love you!) chatting on msn. haha they're at the 'maple story' age now, but tessa's more of a vain pot, really, haha she's so cute! i want my daughter to be like her, then i can dress her up! haha so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that reminds me of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NICOLE ROSH MAH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahha stupid, i wonder how her kid will turn out like, like everytime she goes pass little wittle ugly shoes, she'd be like 'OOH-GUGUGUG' in her 'stupid nicole voice' and say 'SOOO CUTEE! IF I HAD A KID...'&lt;br /&gt;haha her kid will probably die by the age of 2 from feetache, over accessive dying on hair &amp; food poisoning because she makes them eat all the gourmet food. haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;amp;I LOVE MY GIRLFRIEND &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-115902923623989133?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/115902923623989133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/115902923623989133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2006/09/feels-like-i-havnt-blogged-for-ages.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-115849091611128063</id><published>2006-09-17T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T19:01:56.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7579/1599/320/smile.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; even if the sun refused to shine,&lt;br /&gt;even when romance ran out of rhyme,&lt;br /&gt;you'll always be my love, my valentine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will give you my heart until the end of time,&lt;br /&gt;you're all i need, my love, my valentine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-my valentine, martina mcbride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;i loveee this song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;rugby tomorrow, and no matter how it sounds, well how RUGBY sounds, it's not all that scary, haha i mean, fine touch rugby, which round bobby head sulin (hehe) is so pro at and shinny too! haha umm i have a confession, i like mondays. i doo i mean starting the day with triple pe! not boring subjects like math or poopoo chinese (hahah chang!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha and i like pe, i mean i've always kinda liked pe, not the sweating part though ,and it's going to be amazingly hot tomorrow, well, triple pe right to start the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel sooo accomplished [:&lt;br /&gt;i've done math, which i normally do on tuesday, because i have a double free right before class, chem, bio, bio prac. haha i need to revise for bio ladidaaa im becoming like one of those long winded SUUUUUUUPPPPPPPER boring bloggers heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like blogging about homework! and pe! hahaha helppppppppppp i need some personality transplant pleaseee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-115849091611128063?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/115849091611128063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/115849091611128063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2006/09/even-if-sun-refused-to-shine-even-when.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-115832113155079370</id><published>2006-09-15T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T21:54:20.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you're my hunnybun, sugarplum, pumpy umpy umpkin,&lt;br /&gt;you're my sweetie pie,&lt;br /&gt;you're my cuppycake gumdrops,&lt;br /&gt;snoogums boogums,&lt;br /&gt;you're, the apple of my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i love you so and i want you to know,&lt;br /&gt;that i'll always be right here.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i love to sing sweet songs to you,&lt;br /&gt;because you are so dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIKKKKIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-115832113155079370?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/115832113155079370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/115832113155079370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2006/09/youre-my-hunnybun-sugarplum-pumpy-umpy.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-115824190703989668</id><published>2006-09-14T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T21:54:45.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7579/1599/320/niggas.0.jpg" alt="" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;roses are red,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;violets are blue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when you get a date on valentines,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i hope that bastard give you herpes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heheheh :D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was nice. william lent boyfriend &amp; i his softball glove and ball &amp;amp; we played in the field during lunch. kim says i got talent! whoot! i think she's lying but she's like a softball pro so i guess i have alot of talent hahahahha. when i was catching and kim was pitching, nicole was running around like a lost idiot, fetching the ball and all.&lt;br /&gt;haha seriously, she has a serious mental illness but we still love her lots &amp; lots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;willy asked us to play tomorrow too! haha funn but if it's too hot maybe not because i don't want to sweat. hmm maybe after pe on monday when we're already sweaty from rugby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhahahahahaha :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha thusday, friday happyday!&lt;br /&gt;hehehehhehe :DDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7579/1599/1600/nerd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7579/1599/320/nerd.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/28871427-115824190703989668?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/115824190703989668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/115824190703989668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2006/09/roses-are-red-violets-are-blue-when.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-115806037872672807</id><published>2006-09-12T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T22:06:23.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOYFRIENDDDD i love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;free periods wouldn't rock as must without you, and you do know that you bitch alot right? yes alot! haha, and keep it like that, because it's super fun, sometimes, going all high for nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mr figgles will make piggy cool, yo!&lt;br /&gt;haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;come what may (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;best best best song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;MYFUNFACT FOR WIFEY . I LOVE YOU &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Every time you lick a stamp, you're consuming 1/10 of a calorie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/28871427-115806037872672807?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/115806037872672807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/115806037872672807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2006/09/boyfriendddd-i-love-you-free-periods.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-115771956400138995</id><published>2006-09-08T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T20:46:04.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emotionless and solitary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seething like a drum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pulsing in the rhythm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of a clock ticking on your tongue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really like how the author uses personification and onomatopoeia of 'ticking' to emphasize the theme of patience. come to think of it, we actually are little clockwork mechanisms, well, everyone comes complete with one anyways. and how he perseives us as emotionless and solitary, maybe not knowing love. without knowing the feeling, one might be considered as emotionless. or incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'pulsing' might signify our lifespan, or that in co-relation to the clock, signifying how little time we have on earch, yet, to still be patient because good things come to those who wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;i really like this poem, though this entry might be counted as not really an entry but literature instead. okay somewhat literature, but this poem means alot to me, wordwise, because i think that patience is the most difficult emotion to conquer. you can't really conquer it, as no one can master patience. it'll just extend it's head and bite you on your ass once it actually gets caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one can tame patience, and thats why it's considered a virtue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks chris, for today! letting us come over (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-115771956400138995?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/115771956400138995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/115771956400138995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2006/09/emotionless-and-solitary-seething-like.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-115746307534453551</id><published>2006-09-05T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T21:49:47.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chem supp these past 2 days, and it's the after chem supp which was fun! i like hanging out with chris, joel chang and nik, gosh mix them all together, and you get a horny environment, movies with absolutely no plot, and screams from chang when he sees a dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, but they're such fun people!  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7579/1599/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7579/1599/320/untitled.jpg" alt="" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i promised joel foo, haha here are his webcam pictures!&lt;br /&gt;okay, this is one of him trying so hard to be yoda, which he already resembles because he's bald! baldyybaldy!&lt;br /&gt;and did i tell you that foo can do magic? haha he's so funny! hahhahahha shoots i was amused for like 10 minutes yesterday, until i only found out the trick today during tennis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7579/1599/1600/barney%20foo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7579/1599/320/barney%20foo.jpg" alt="" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joel foo turned himself purple just to be barneys friend!&lt;br /&gt;haha foo you LOSER, man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7579/1599/1600/yoda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7579/1599/320/yoda.jpg" alt="" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i swear, foo was posing for me to take a screenshot of him being superman! haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was so fun. funfunfunfun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;can i fast forewards to 12.00 am right now, because i might fall asleep later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;this is for shin to read at 12.00 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;HAPPY 15TH COMBOS BUDDDDY :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;HEYHEYSKINNY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;i have only known you for about 9 months, and these months have been so fun, however, with each month comes a new phrase of days, each holding their share of joys and sorrows. but however harsh the extent of emo-ness or moodyness each day holds before us, im glad that i can be there to turn that frown into a grin, or to experience the warm hugs of comfort you provide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this friendship means alot to me shin, whether you realise it or not, you know that the group would not be complete without a wonderful friend like you ( slash reincarnation of mrs lee, hence the brains ). with our share of jokes and joy (you ganging up with chang&amp;chris ie: laughing at their jokes) and also, the tough times. they make these little moments spent with you so complete, and they prove that i don't live in a boring sugar coated world, without the drama&amp;amp;bullshit, but i love spending everyone of those tragic days confiding in you, as you make everthing seem so real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you turn 15, remember those times we had when you were 14.99999 years old, and i hope those memories will last a lifetime, as what you brought me would.&lt;br /&gt;happy 15th shin, love lots &amp;amp; lots &lt;3&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/28871427-115746307534453551?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/115746307534453551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/115746307534453551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2006/09/chem-supp-these-past-2-days-and-its.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-115726615535539158</id><published>2006-09-03T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T16:20:36.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;gosh! haha boring boring morning, i didn't do anything productive &amp; after hours of searching for a simple, nice blogskin, and as murphys law (the ugly old guy who looks like a witch or however you spell his name) goes, whenever you're desperately looking for something, you can't seem to find what you're looking for, so i decided to make some minor changes to the boring skin i had, and presto! i've got a funkified funked up skin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;i really hate doing html shit, drives me insane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaving for town in about 45 minutes to re-string my racquet. tennis jr championships start tomorrow! whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 10 random People;;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:nikkibaby&lt;br /&gt;2:sulin&lt;br /&gt;3:joel chang&lt;br /&gt;4:chris eng&lt;br /&gt;5:evan&lt;br /&gt;6:shinny&lt;br /&gt;7:kim&lt;br /&gt;8:jenn&lt;br /&gt;9:bea&lt;br /&gt;10:kristin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Answer Honestly about these next questions!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Have 1 and 7 ever kissed?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;KIM:hahaha yes! there's alot of love between them and me (: woohoo, on the cheek .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever go out with number 9?:&lt;br /&gt;BEA: of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you love number 5?:&lt;br /&gt;EVAN:as a friend yup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever danced with Number 3?:&lt;br /&gt;CHANG:joel chang? he can't dance! but he can play dota. but he sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever gone out with number 10?:&lt;br /&gt;KRIS:as friends! i miss gang hui-ing and xiang yang-ing! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will you see number 2?:&lt;br /&gt;SULIN:hopefully when i go for my chem supp classes on monday or tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have number 8's aim?:&lt;br /&gt;JEN:i have her msn! which so beats aim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate number 5?:&lt;br /&gt;EVAN:how can i hate evan? his cheesyness makes up for everything he has done wrong! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is number 2's room?:&lt;br /&gt;SULIN:eh sheesh! i havn't been to sulin's house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many pets does number 1 have?:&lt;br /&gt;NIKKI:a dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does number 7 have a job?:&lt;br /&gt;KIM:she's my boyfriend(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 3: is this person your best friend?:&lt;br /&gt;CHANG: chang?hmm sometimes, when we get along without both of us annoying each others socks off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is number 8 your mom or dad? or related to you?:&lt;br /&gt;JEN:she's my twinnie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does number 9 have a laptop?:&lt;br /&gt;BEA:yup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is number 6 in your myspace top 8/12/16:&lt;br /&gt;SHIN:huh! haha i don't have a myspace!but she would be if i had one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats number 4's favorite song?:&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS:chinese cheesy songs, liberty x!october skies? hahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever kiss number 1?:&lt;br /&gt;NIK:i would make out with nikki! haha kidding, on the cheek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does number 10 like tv?:&lt;br /&gt;KRIS:im not sure about norwegion tv! but everyone likes tv!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does number 7 have good clothes?:&lt;br /&gt;KIM:yup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is number 2 poor?:&lt;br /&gt;SULIN: haha duh! she works at geylang everyday! haha i was kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen Number 3 naked? do you want to?:&lt;br /&gt;CHANG: wtf? this is one weird survey, no &amp; i don't think so! that would just be wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Number 6 single?:&lt;br /&gt;SHIN: single &amp;amp; realy to mingle! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has number 8 ever told you a secret that you told someone else?:&lt;br /&gt;JEN: hehe i told one of the ffs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever hurt number 10's feelings? after all, s/he's your last person:&lt;br /&gt;KRIS: i hope not! well kris, you can whack me if i did, or bitch slap in your case! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-115726615535539158?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/115726615535539158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/115726615535539158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2006/09/gosh-haha-boring-boring-morning-i.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28871427.post-115708948007974274</id><published>2006-09-01T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T13:44:40.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;head junior tennis championships are starting next week!&lt;br /&gt;you know what that means?&lt;br /&gt;getting a nicer &amp; darker tan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, next weeks gonna be packed! im psyched, but that means no time working on the million piles of homework i have. hmm, i think im just going to die because by the time i get to actually doing my homework, school would already be starting, and with tennis almost the whole week, i seriously don't know what to do, unless i lose and get knocked out early, hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, yesterday was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH, you should have seen burger king @ holland when school ended, i swear, we could have just rsvp-ed the entire 2nd level for acs international students! whoa, haha. i love onion rings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, the guys went to get ready for their rugby match so the ff's and leon, jackey, chern, jj, chris went to send jerre off at the airport. gosh, sending jerre off was quite depressing. bea made him a card and we all signed on it, i hope jerre comes visit and we can all hang out at his house again! pool party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a train to cine and hung out with bea, shin, leon and jackey. gosh i love jackey! he's the sweetest guy, no really, i think he let me use like $8 worth of credits, okay maybe more just to complete time crisis 2 with him! and it's the first ever time i actually finished it, well i lost just before the game finished so it counts as my win too! gossiping with bea, shin and the guys was really good too, until the stupid woman decided to 'call her manager' because apparently, we were not allowed to go into the arcade with uniforms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, headed to nik's house our sleepover. whoa, scary movie 2 is the stupidest thing ever, excluding the other scary movies because i havn't watched them just yet, seriously, haha it's so freaking perverted, like every little thing, they can actually find sick humour in it! hahaha and the stupidest plot ever! but it's still so funny :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right after the devil wears prada we watched scary movie 2 and bring it on haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fell asleep watching bring it on in the tv room and everyone was freezing in the middle of the night! whoa, haha i felt so rested in the morning, but jen sounded like her voice was cracking, nicole sounded like she was going to murder someone if i touched her and kim and happy and boppy like me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, i love mornings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7579/1599/320/wear%20pants.jpg" alt="" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh this icon is so cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28871427-115708948007974274?l=saint-valentines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/115708948007974274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28871427/posts/default/115708948007974274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saint-valentines.blogspot.com/2006/09/woot-head-junior-tennis-championships.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCQEECX6vhc/SngeQk5LAPI/AAAAAAAAARY/W0BIZ9_USQo/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
