<?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-17949004</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:22:40.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VANILLABLUSHED | 2005 - 2006</title><subtitle type='html'>VanillaBlushd</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>132</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-116071934414328759</id><published>2006-10-13T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T14:02:24.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/15239949/?GT1=8618" target="_blank"&gt;Woman tries to sell mummy on eBay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officials trying to track down the origins of the mummified human skeleton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, how weird is that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-116071934414328759?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/116071934414328759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=116071934414328759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/116071934414328759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/116071934414328759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/10/woman-tries-to-sell-mummy-on-ebay.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-115246588588458780</id><published>2006-07-10T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T01:24:45.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#ahundred&amp; 31.</title><content type='html'>There`s this shop in Heeren.&lt;br /&gt;It`s advertising this toy, this doll.&lt;br /&gt;Named, happiness.&lt;br /&gt;In other words, in the chinese language, it`s xin fu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Big Sign (why else would Ive noticed it!?!!) reads, Discovering Happiness.&lt;br /&gt;At first, my mind went blank.&lt;br /&gt;It was so cheesy kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; then, I felt offended.&lt;br /&gt;What`s up with that xin fu thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im xin fu.&lt;br /&gt;Discover me lah.&lt;br /&gt;lOl, gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eff lah.&lt;br /&gt;Overall check.&lt;br /&gt;The school has too much time.&lt;br /&gt;Roll your eyes on cue ~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yingru&amp; I was chatting about mrChan just now.&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAHAA. Trust me, you dont wna know the details.&lt;br /&gt;Sweeet -,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ILOVESCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;ILOVESCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;IMEXCITEDFORSCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;IMEXCITEDFORSCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;KNS lah.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIRT, IN.&lt;br /&gt;SKIRT, LONG.&lt;br /&gt;SOCK, HIGH.&lt;br /&gt;SHOE, STILL BLACK. God, I havent got time to care for the OH-SO-WHITENESS of a shoe. A school shoe, to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;NAIL, CLEAR.&lt;br /&gt;HAIR, PUSHED TO SIDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Im not going home. Im stubborn. Grr.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going on a short hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;No, Im not going to stop until O-Level`s over.&lt;br /&gt;I just wna get more inspiration, for better-quality posts.&lt;br /&gt;I`ll be back. With &lt;s&gt;Vengeance&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New URL.&lt;br /&gt;New Layout.&lt;br /&gt;New Posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably, still the Same Old Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note,&lt;br /&gt;I like how eff sounds.&lt;br /&gt;Not what eff stands for.&lt;br /&gt;So, dont think so much.&lt;br /&gt;Winked, daahling. It`s bedtime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-115246588588458780?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/115246588588458780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=115246588588458780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/115246588588458780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/115246588588458780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/07/ahundred-31.html' title='#ahundred&amp; 31.'/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-115227984212460824</id><published>2006-07-07T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T21:56:11.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#ahundred&amp; 30.</title><content type='html'>(/ Homework List,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHEMISTRY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ang Mo Kio Secondary School`s papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;PHYSICS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Catholic High Secondary School`s papers.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;i&gt;Find wherever the other papers are &amp; do them&lt;/i&gt; -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;GEOGRAPHY, ELECTIVE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. That darn paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;SOCIAL STUDIES&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I dont knw.&lt;br /&gt;2. I dont care.&lt;br /&gt;3. Rwarr!&lt;br /&gt;4. Kay. There aint any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;ELEMENTARY MATHEMATICS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. err..&lt;br /&gt;2. OH! Those algebra w/s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;ADDITIONAL MATHEMATICS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Is there a pop quiz next week?&lt;br /&gt;2. Remember to check :S&lt;br /&gt;3. Tuition, on Sunday :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHINESE LANGUAGE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. OVER :]&lt;br /&gt;2. OVER :3&lt;br /&gt;3. OVER {;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;ENGLISH LANGUAGE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Whimpers. There`s a lot..&lt;br /&gt;2. O_O^&lt;br /&gt;3. Comprehension (including summary)&lt;br /&gt;4. Essays&lt;br /&gt;5. Reader`s Digest Competition Essay. Brainstorm for ideas. Ive none, currently. What`s with those cheesy titles? THE DAY THAT CHANGED MY LIFE.            : _ ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &amp;&amp; of course, revision for all subjects lah!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out tmr.&lt;br /&gt;So, I`ll be studying tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; tmr morning.&lt;br /&gt;Early morning. After my jog.&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;I hope I dont see that bird.&lt;br /&gt;Piss Off. Stop Following Me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please remind me if I had missed out any homework.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the papers.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Off I Go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-115227984212460824?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/115227984212460824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=115227984212460824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/115227984212460824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/115227984212460824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/07/ahundred-30.html' title='#ahundred&amp; 30.'/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-115210512013342372</id><published>2006-07-05T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T21:12:00.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#ahundred&amp; 29.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;YEEMENG`S THE BEST!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. He`s going to print my newsletter for me.&lt;br /&gt;Omg, Im so thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to weep.&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-115210512013342372?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/115210512013342372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=115210512013342372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/115210512013342372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/115210512013342372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/07/ahundred-29.html' title='#ahundred&amp; 29.'/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-115200625316779450</id><published>2006-07-04T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T17:44:13.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#ahundred&amp; 28.</title><content type='html'>No, this isnt one of my work.&lt;br /&gt;It holds a lot of truth though.&lt;br /&gt;Read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msn.com" target="_blank"&gt;MSN.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest surprise for me on turning 40 is how much it feels like being in junior high again. Suddenly, the women in my world are spending hours in front of the bathroom mirror, fiddling with their hair and micro-examining their complexions. They fret over their bodies in ways not seen since eighth grade. And even highly intellectual friends, who used to think nothing of showing up at conferences in drip-dry suits, have begun to give to fashion magazines the same scrutiny they give research papers. At parties or even at the playground, I'm aware of the x-ray stares checking out my outfit, my shoes, my hair, followed by the silent registration of approval -- or disapproval. Women always do this to each other, of course, but at 40 you're aware of heightened inspection: "Hmm, she's looking older. Is her hair lighter? She looks very 'rested' -- maybe she got her eyes done?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I find myself casing other women, even total strangers, much more than I did five or 10 years ago, when I truly, barely thought about such things. I've noticed that, as in adolescence, there is the re-emergence of Popular Girls, those style leaders or, as I've come to think of them at this stage of life, the High-Pressure Friends. They are the ones who stand out at parties in some fabulous outfit you never would think of wearing. They are the ones euphemistically described as "tanned and relaxed." They are the ones married to boyish executives (the midlife equivalent of high school quarterbacks), who have lovely houses and money with which to redecorate, whose children are neatly dressed, polite, and actually seem to enjoy their piano lessons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the company of a High-Pressure Friend, you simply can't relax. It doesn't matter what you really look like or how much you've accomplished. Her hobbies assume a buzz more exciting than your own career ("Can you believe National Geographic bought my photograph of those polar bears from our family vacation above the Arctic Circle?"). She always seems to be getting invited to parties and benefits, while every Saturday night you're hanging out at Blockbuster in the chick-flick alley, because at this age, even your own children don't want to spend time with you. You curse yourself for obsessing -- for being so superficial! -- but you can't help it. In short, you become 13 again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the Crisis?&lt;br /&gt;There are a number of reasons why this happens to a woman in her 40s (and seems to end, mercifully, by her 50s -- readers out there, correct me if I'm wrong). First, many of us are just coming out of childhood as we were when we were teenagers -- except now, it's the childhood of our children. Our "babies" are growing up, entering their own adolescence. They've gone off to skulk in their rooms and listen to terrible music, but at least they can now go to the bathroom unassisted and pour their own glasses of juice. A woman becomes aware of herself again as a person (as opposed to servant, nanny, cook, personal assistant, chauffeur), and can resume her adult life. It's a little like coming up for air after dwelling many years underwater. Gee, it's light up here! I can breathe! Look at all the things there are to do! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagine that women who don't have kids go through a similar feeling of re-emergence: "I survived my 30s. I've put as many hours as possible into my work/marriage/trying to find the right guy and settle down/trying to have children, and now it's time to figure out how I'm going to live the other half of my life." The trouble is, you're a little older than when you submerged, and only now do you have the time to notice it -- let alone do anything about it. And boy, is there lots to do. Aside from changing your wardrobe to fit your new interests -- be it going back into the workforce or buying all the gear for that triathlon -- there is that haircut whose sole aesthetic virtue is that it can be worn wet to carpool or dried by those pathetic little dryers they stock at business hotels and gyms. It is at this moment, too, when a woman notices that her body has begun to settle exactly like the walls of her house: Overnight, it seems, there are new cracks, new surfaces that should be level but aren't. And you may notice that your actual house has probably sunk to a state that a Realtor might describe to a prospective buyer as its "original condition." You remember, dimly, that you once wanted to sponge the dining room walls, and do something cunning with fabric and wood for a master bedroom headboard, but these plans got shelved along with everything else you had hoped to do, back there in your 30s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter the "Friend"&lt;br /&gt;This frenzy of self-awareness leads to the second aspect we used to dread in junior high: revived competition from other women. I know lots of women who suddenly are feeling insecure about their marriages -- even if, on the face of it, there seems absolutely nothing to be insecure about. It's Boyfriends in High School Redux: "Okay, like, he seems happy, you know, but what if, like, he isn't? Omigod, what if he, like, dumps me -- for no reason?!" But at this age, we can't console ourselves with the thought that in just a few years we'll (pick one): have breasts, be better-looking than we are now, be way smarter and more successful than the head cheerleader. As women in our 40s, we have to confront the fact (and forgive me if I put this bluntly) that our market value is less than it was 10 years ago. Yes, we're wiser, and happier with who we are, and terrific wives and mothers, and everything else Oprah tells us about women after 40; but if we're not willing to confront this other fact -- and if our husbands are remotely successful, there will be many younger, single women who will force us to confront it. Unfailingly, doubts start to creep in: "Sure, so-and-so's new younger wife is pretty, but she's really dull and not very smart, don't you think, hon? Hon?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we know it, the next renovation project is ourselves. Yet self-renovation doesn't have to be done in a spirit of competitiveness, dejection, or fear. The very fact that we are older and wiser means we can approach the task with more assurance than we possessed when we were 13. I know many of my friends have taken to renovating themselves, and their lives, in the spirit of taking a last big kick at the can: I will buy that miniskirt! I will spend the next week emptying the house of junk, and call the architect about the kitchen renovation! I will take the next bonus and put it toward a romantic vacation for just my husband and me! Yes, I will finally heed the message of all those dreadful Disney movies to which I've been subjected over the years, and "follow my heart." I will (circle all that apply) ask for the promotion/look into volunteer work/get my eyes done/take up bungee jumping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to Cope&lt;br /&gt;When you reach this point, you've just stumbled onto the answer of how to cope with your High-Pressure Friend. While the Popular Girl of our youth often fueled envy and insecurity, now I find my High-Pressure Friend (and no, I'm not going to tell you who she is) to be a source of inspiration. For what she has decided is: I'm not going down yet. They'll have to carry me out. And her example is proof that it is possible to be a happier, more accomplished, and dare I say, even better-looking person in our 40s than in our 30s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The High-Pressure Friend is engaged in the same struggle we are all engaged in, and how we react to her influence tells us a lot about the older women we will become. The deep-down reason we envied Popular Girls in high school was not because they seemed blessed with everything we didn't have, but because they seemed so relentlessly self-confident. This self-confidence is far easier to come by in one's 40s than in one's teens. For all our new insecurities at this stage, at least we know the person we've become: our strengths and weaknesses, our likes and dislikes, the dreams we still harbor and those we're willing to let go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been told that the 50s for women is the age of self-acceptance -- you are who you are, your marriage is what it is, your children are what they are, your house is what it is, your life is what it is. It can be good or bad, but you accept it. The women I know who have most gracefully crossed the rocky road between 40 and 50 are those who most resolutely refused to notice the bumps beneath their feet. This final burst of self-awareness and competitiveness in our 40s, this sudden quest for self-improvement, is a good thing if it pushes us to be better versions of ourselves, and ultimately, selves we can accept in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe, instead of scrutinizing your High-Pressure Friend the next time you see her, ask her how she does it: Where did she get that suit, how does she manage her time, how does she get her children to listen to her, is everything well with her -- truly well? You might receive some genuinely helpful information. Or you may be reminded again, like that time you came across the Popular Girl crying her eyes out in the girls' locker room, that happiness is entirely subjective.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-115200625316779450?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/115200625316779450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=115200625316779450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/115200625316779450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/115200625316779450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/07/ahundred-28.html' title='#ahundred&amp; 28.'/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-115189993856079119</id><published>2006-07-03T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T12:14:00.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#ahundred&amp; 27.</title><content type='html'>I quote, "People who like black and/or white, are afraid of colours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bullshit.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like black.&lt;br /&gt;I like white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like yellow.&lt;br /&gt;I like pink.&lt;br /&gt;I like silver.&lt;br /&gt;I like grey.&lt;br /&gt;I like green.&lt;br /&gt;I like orange. &lt;i&gt;I think.. Well, should be.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I plan to paint almost every inch of my house (once upon me owning one) white, it doesnt means that Im afraid of colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least I hope that Im not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bold, vibrant colours.&lt;br /&gt;Shudders, at the thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I`ll take a dive now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-115189993856079119?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/115189993856079119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=115189993856079119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/115189993856079119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/115189993856079119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/07/ahundred-27.html' title='#ahundred&amp; 27.'/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-115148900542696976</id><published>2006-06-28T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T18:04:53.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#ahundred&amp; 26.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Fuck&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because you`re not pleased with the world, it doesn`t means that you can take it out on me. Get a punching bag if you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think you`re the only one in a foul mood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I`m not &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;FUCKING IRRITATING&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-115148900542696976?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/115148900542696976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=115148900542696976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/115148900542696976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/115148900542696976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/06/ahundred-26.html' title='#ahundred&amp; 26.'/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-115141355111301501</id><published>2006-06-27T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T20:09:33.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#ahundred&amp; 25.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;DAMNED it&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I shldnt be so curious.&lt;br /&gt;I knew I shld have ignore it.&lt;br /&gt;I knew I shld have headed somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, what can I say??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Curiosity kills the &lt;s&gt;cat&lt;/s&gt; &lt;u&gt;Me,&lt;/u&gt; actually.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw twit language.&lt;br /&gt;On a tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;"giiBERiishh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; ahah!&lt;br /&gt;My eyes lit up when I saw a link provided at the end of all those crap.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; even though I did expected to find even more twit language, I clicked on the link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. Except for words in the status bar, title bar, a big cartoon image&amp; the name repeating itself over&amp; over&amp; over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second time.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. Except for words in the status bar, title bar, a big cartoon image&amp; the name repeating itself over&amp; over&amp; over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third time.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. Except for words in the status bar, title bar, a big cartoon image&amp; the name repeating itself over&amp; over&amp; over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could make out those words.&lt;br /&gt;A few of them, at least.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. ((((((((((((((((((((((((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;I refreshed three times.&lt;br /&gt;I dont even know why I bothered to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that I was disappointed though.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt get much exposure to the twit language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;b&gt;should be studying&lt;/b&gt; Social Studies now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mind you, I havent been slacking for the past few hours.&lt;br /&gt;It`s my break now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies can be quite puzzling.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the more I study it, the more agitated I can.&lt;br /&gt;At reading the past. &amp; those &lt;s&gt;foolish&lt;/s&gt; mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..&lt;br /&gt;I`ll be doing a quiz now.&lt;br /&gt;It interests me. For now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;List down &lt;b&gt;12 people's names&lt;/b&gt;, need not be people you are close to, can even be your &lt;s&gt;enemies&lt;/s&gt;! Just the &lt;i&gt;first&lt;/i&gt; 12 names which come into your mind. Note them down!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jessie&lt;br /&gt;2. Dorothy&lt;br /&gt;3. Yingru&lt;br /&gt;4. Amanda&lt;br /&gt;5. Liyun&lt;br /&gt;6. Lengshiew&lt;br /&gt;7. Lingxuan&lt;br /&gt;8. Vishnu&lt;br /&gt;9. Yeemeng&lt;br /&gt;10. Jonathan&lt;br /&gt;11. Kelvin&lt;br /&gt;12. Lester&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I was fair.&lt;br /&gt;I included guys.&lt;br /&gt;:DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If number 11 started ignoring you, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;He would not dare.&lt;br /&gt;If he did, I would set my hamster on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONT BELITTLE HAMMIES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is number 12 a pet lover?&lt;br /&gt;Eh. Well..&lt;br /&gt;His dog is still missing right?&lt;br /&gt;Poor thing (the dog). I s`posed he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does number 3 rock?&lt;br /&gt;Especially the toilet bowls.&lt;br /&gt;Wakaka. I just could not resist that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is number 1 pretty smart and independent?&lt;br /&gt;Obviously smart.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously independent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if number 7 had a boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;Im sure that they would be totally cute tgt.&lt;br /&gt;:DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is number 2 immature but knows alot of stuff? Is he/she your best friend too?&lt;br /&gt;;} Dora, immature?&lt;br /&gt;I cant think otherwise, wakaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does number 4 have a laughing or gossiping character?&lt;br /&gt;I dont think so.&lt;br /&gt;Keyword - THINK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Please Note that&lt;/i&gt; at this point in time, I feel stupid, doing this quiz.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is number 8 sweet and funny?&lt;br /&gt;Funny, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet!?!!! Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is number 10 in your msn contacts?&lt;br /&gt;YAH.&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is number 6 cute, sick &amp; smart sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;(Im avoiding this question.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is sitting with number 5 fun?&lt;br /&gt;YEA ;} BADBADBAD.&lt;br /&gt;WE LAUGH A LOT DURING THE MORNING ASSEMBLY.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; WE WENT CRAZY DURING TODAY`S ADDITIONAL MATHEMATICS REMEDIAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does number 9 piss you off?&lt;br /&gt;:33 I dont think so.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-115141355111301501?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/115141355111301501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=115141355111301501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/115141355111301501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/115141355111301501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/06/ahundred-25.html' title='#ahundred&amp; 25.'/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-115140371254182747</id><published>2006-06-27T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T18:21:52.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#ahundred&amp; 24.</title><content type='html'>Yeah ((((((((((((((((((((:&lt;br /&gt;My ambition is to &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;become&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;b&gt;The World`s &lt;i&gt;GREATEST&lt;/i&gt; Toilet Cleaner&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;A private joke.&lt;br /&gt;No offence meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, this auntie sorta lectured/scolded me in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(&amp; all the while, I was blissfully ignoring her, thinking along, "&lt;b&gt;SIAO&lt;/b&gt; AH!?!!")&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows what she was mumbling.&lt;br /&gt;I was glad to escape. Quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off her rockers, I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-115140371254182747?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/115140371254182747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=115140371254182747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/115140371254182747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/115140371254182747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/06/ahundred-24.html' title='#ahundred&amp; 24.'/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-115139869162171763</id><published>2006-06-27T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T18:18:50.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#ahundred&amp; 23.</title><content type='html'>Maybe I should stop reading blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; blog-hopping everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos` my actions pisses myself off.&lt;br /&gt;(Im lying. But it doesnt matters.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((((((((((((((((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MATHEMATICS, A&amp; E.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE LANGUAGES, CHINESE&amp; ENGLISH.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE SCIENCES, CHEMISTRY&amp; PHYSICS.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE HUMANITIES, GEOGRAPHY&amp; SOCIAL STUDIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pfft.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-115139869162171763?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/115139869162171763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=115139869162171763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/115139869162171763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/115139869162171763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/06/ahundred-23.html' title='#ahundred&amp; 23.'/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-115132648761563814</id><published>2006-06-26T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T21:06:06.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#ahundred&amp; 22.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seven&lt;/b&gt; things,&lt;/u&gt; by &lt;i&gt;yingRU&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 random facts about me.&lt;br /&gt;1. I want to meet Michael Buble and hear he sing &lt;b&gt;'Home'&lt;/b&gt; live.&lt;br /&gt;2. I &lt;33love most colours.&lt;br /&gt;3. I am, currently, pissed by the colour(s) - pink&amp; that horrible shade of green. It`s &lt;u&gt;glaring!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am &lt;i&gt;very bothered&lt;/i&gt; by the &lt;u&gt;three blisters&lt;/u&gt; on my right foot. Thankfully, it is &lt;b&gt;recovering&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;5. I have watched this documentary on how some people have this illness - they pluck out their hair&amp; they cant stop, even if it hurts. Let`s just say, I did wondered if I have that illness. (No, I dont.)&lt;br /&gt;6. I am kinda &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;obsessed&lt;/i&gt; with &lt;i&gt;perfection&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;7. I &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;HATE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; promising stuffs. &lt;b&gt;Especially!&lt;/b&gt; when I &lt;u&gt;cannot&lt;/u&gt; fulfil the promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things that scare me.&lt;br /&gt;1. fats.&lt;br /&gt;2. short of cash.&lt;br /&gt;3. horror shows.&lt;br /&gt;4. the dark.&lt;br /&gt;5. heights.&lt;br /&gt;6. dying!?!!&lt;br /&gt;7. being a &lt;b&gt;TOTAL&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;failure&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 random music.&lt;br /&gt;1. Fort Minor - Believe Me&lt;br /&gt;2. Michael Buble - Home&lt;br /&gt;3. HuGe - June`s Rain&lt;br /&gt;4. IL Divo - Unbreak My Heart&lt;br /&gt;5. Mariah Carey - It`s Like That.&lt;br /&gt;6. Jet - Look What You`ve Done&lt;br /&gt;7. Jason Mraz - Life`s Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7things i like the most.&lt;br /&gt;1. MONEY.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;s&gt;MONEY.&lt;/s&gt; Credit Cards!!! HAHAHAHAA.&lt;br /&gt;3. Perfection.&lt;br /&gt;4. Disney, Doraemon, Pixar, Hamtaro, ..&lt;br /&gt;5. Cartoons, in general.&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;i&gt;Well,&lt;/i&gt; I kinda miss mapling. ;x&lt;br /&gt;7. Food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is so.. I dont knw..&lt;/i&gt; &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;7&lt;/s&gt; 2things i say the most.&lt;br /&gt;1. Pissed.&lt;br /&gt;2. I don`t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can`t think of anymore.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;7&lt;/s&gt; 0people to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let`s not sabotage anyone.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-115132648761563814?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/115132648761563814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=115132648761563814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/115132648761563814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/115132648761563814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/06/ahundred-22.html' title='#ahundred&amp; 22.'/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-115132504406974490</id><published>2006-06-26T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T20:31:22.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#ahundred&amp; 21.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stuffs to do&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Linkings.&lt;br /&gt;2. Credits.&lt;br /&gt;3. Images.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, &lt;u&gt;study for&lt;/u&gt; &lt;b&gt;Social Studies mock exam&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-115132504406974490?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/115132504406974490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=115132504406974490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/115132504406974490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/115132504406974490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/06/ahundred-21.html' title='#ahundred&amp; 21.'/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-115112492026362800</id><published>2006-06-24T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T12:55:20.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#ahundred&amp; 20.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2143246/?GT1=8295" target="_blank"&gt;The woes of low-rise pants. By, Amanda Fortini.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is most interesting.&lt;br /&gt;((((((((((((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-115112492026362800?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/115112492026362800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=115112492026362800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/115112492026362800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/115112492026362800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/06/ahundred-20.html' title='#ahundred&amp; 20.'/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-115107095794269754</id><published>2006-06-23T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T21:58:26.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#ahundred&amp; 19.</title><content type='html'>WOA.&lt;br /&gt;You wouldnt believe what steps were involved to make this layout`s (LightDance) image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used Magic Cut, Shape, Paint, Lighten, Text, Tone Adjustment, Lighting - Exposure, Film Grain, Emboss, Orientation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Motion Blur, Hue And Saturation.&lt;br /&gt;I think.&lt;br /&gt;[/edited]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About.. three - five layers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-115107095794269754?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/115107095794269754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=115107095794269754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/115107095794269754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/115107095794269754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/06/ahundred-19.html' title='#ahundred&amp; 19.'/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-115098119181425957</id><published>2006-06-22T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T20:59:51.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#ahundred&amp; 18.</title><content type='html'>The quality of the layout`s image &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;SUCKS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Big Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It`s really &lt;b&gt;BAD!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:XX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont like it.. :S&lt;br /&gt;; Fumes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-115098119181425957?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/115098119181425957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=115098119181425957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/115098119181425957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/115098119181425957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/06/ahundred-18.html' title='#ahundred&amp; 18.'/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-115077849413265524</id><published>2006-06-20T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T12:41:34.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#ahundred&amp; 17.</title><content type='html'>OF late, there havent been any posts of substance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel guilty&lt;br /&gt;:x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;wishing upon a star :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-115077849413265524?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/115077849413265524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=115077849413265524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/115077849413265524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/115077849413265524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/06/ahundred-17.html' title='#ahundred&amp; 17.'/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-115069109190177593</id><published>2006-06-19T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T12:24:51.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#ahundred&amp; 16.</title><content type='html'>Oh fine.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wna stay at home.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; wash your feet for you.&lt;br /&gt;Look after some young kid.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; laugh.&lt;br /&gt;I just wna study all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; do household chores for you.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldnt spend any money.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; dont mind wearing that 60s' skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; you think that`s normal??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Can you even see me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;As If.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-115069109190177593?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/115069109190177593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=115069109190177593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/115069109190177593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/115069109190177593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/06/ahundred-16.html' title='#ahundred&amp; 16.'/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-115061409266690928</id><published>2006-06-18T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T15:01:32.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#ahundred&amp; 15.</title><content type='html'>Iknw where I wna go liao.&lt;br /&gt;:3 That`s great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wiggle my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;Smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: &lt;b&gt;ying&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;RU&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOZ!!&lt;br /&gt;Wna go studying tgt on monday/ tuesday?&lt;br /&gt;From MORN to NIGHT..&lt;br /&gt;[: Study till we go nuts.&lt;br /&gt;MUWHAHAHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYBODY ELSE CAN JOIN IN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sing Along to tune of &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;7dwarfs&lt;/b&gt; - We`ll work all day long.&lt;/u&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;WE`LL MUGMUGMUGMUGMUG..&lt;br /&gt;Alldaylong.&lt;br /&gt;Till we`re a bit outta our minds,&lt;br /&gt;then we`ll head back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;(sing Along)&lt;/s&gt; STOP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;doing &lt;s&gt;more&lt;/s&gt; hmwk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I lied..&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-115061409266690928?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/115061409266690928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=115061409266690928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/115061409266690928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/115061409266690928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/06/ahundred-15.html' title='#ahundred&amp; 15.'/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-115052270063985979</id><published>2006-06-17T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T13:38:20.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#ahundred&amp; 14.</title><content type='html'>LOL :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad took 3days leave.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the family just did stuff tgt for 3days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over The Hedge / XMen - The Last Stand (Wednesday).&lt;br /&gt;we chose to watch XMen - The Last Stand, due to showing time.&lt;br /&gt;it was rlly good!&lt;br /&gt;ilove &lt;3 the special effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we might be catching Superman Returns.&lt;br /&gt;wakaka ;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slackd at home on thursday X&lt;br /&gt;did some hmwk.&lt;br /&gt;slept a lot more.&lt;br /&gt;pigpigpig. lOl :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought my parents&amp; my sister to Bugis yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Cos` my dad wantd to see what is it like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit delirious &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Whaha. Cos` I was thinking, ''My financial support!!! $$!!''&lt;br /&gt;But we didnt get anything though.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, there was nothing that caught my eye [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..&lt;br /&gt;I`ve to rush through my hmwk now O_O&lt;br /&gt;To ensure that I`ll recieve adequate revision this holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aawww :X&lt;br /&gt;There was never enough time.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;:) chem-ing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-115052270063985979?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/115052270063985979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=115052270063985979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/115052270063985979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/115052270063985979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/06/ahundred-14.html' title='#ahundred&amp; 14.'/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-115034019669128550</id><published>2006-06-15T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T10:56:36.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#ahundred&amp; 13.</title><content type='html'>Hell,&lt;br /&gt;Im bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;ok, not funny.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damned TagBoard.&lt;br /&gt;ROT&amp; DIE LAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a lousy post.&lt;br /&gt;[BEEP].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;annoyd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-115034019669128550?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/115034019669128550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=115034019669128550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/115034019669128550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/115034019669128550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/06/ahundred-13.html' title='#ahundred&amp; 13.'/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-115018782689767304</id><published>2006-06-13T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T16:37:06.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#ahundred&amp; 12.</title><content type='html'>Ive been playing bad songs all day.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to screams.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at ugly stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;WARNING&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, TagBoard.&lt;br /&gt;Youve till &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;11AM of 14JUNE2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to shape up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OR ELSE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUWHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont keep stale stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Take a hike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;pretty outta mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-115018782689767304?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/115018782689767304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=115018782689767304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/115018782689767304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/115018782689767304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/06/ahundred-12.html' title='#ahundred&amp; 12.'/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-115018404749029004</id><published>2006-06-13T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T15:34:07.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#ahundred&amp; 11.</title><content type='html'>Yah.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid TagBoard.&lt;br /&gt;O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry is driving me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;It cant even phrase the questions properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example,&lt;br /&gt;''Would you expect propane to react with chlorine in the presence of ultra-violet light?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer is ''Yes.''&lt;br /&gt;The model answer is ''Slower."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UH HUH.&lt;br /&gt;X.X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mangos `re so SEXY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;airkissd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-115018404749029004?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/115018404749029004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=115018404749029004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/115018404749029004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/115018404749029004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/06/ahundred-11.html' title='#ahundred&amp; 11.'/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-115018321826703613</id><published>2006-06-13T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T15:30:41.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#ahundred&amp; 10.</title><content type='html'>UHHUH.&lt;br /&gt;JUSTDIEONME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Effing&lt;/s&gt; TagBoard.&lt;br /&gt;HISS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-115018321826703613?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/115018321826703613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=115018321826703613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/115018321826703613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/115018321826703613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/06/ahundred-10.html' title='#ahundred&amp; 10.'/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-115008092348950811</id><published>2006-06-12T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T10:55:23.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#ahundred&amp; 9.</title><content type='html'>I just finishd a quiz at Tickle.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; am shockd at the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Michelle, You're Unusually Agreeable.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You believe that people are inherently good and tend to listen to your heart in important matters. You are gentle and have a sincere desire to help and trust others. You are straightforward but don't tend to brag about yourself or your lot in life. You're amenable to people's suggestions, and you are good at helping people realize their own talents, which only makes people like you more. Compared to others who are agreeable, you are unusually trusting. Only 0.8% of all test takers have this unique combination of personality strengths. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for making me sound like a holy saint.&lt;br /&gt;I nvr knew I had it in me.&lt;br /&gt;Ameh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;sniggers xDD&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I just finishd blog hopping.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it really hurts when you`re misunderstood huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to others / you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;royally pissed!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. I lied.&lt;br /&gt;AHAH. HAAH! :DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-115008092348950811?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/115008092348950811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=115008092348950811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/115008092348950811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/115008092348950811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/06/ahundred-9.html' title='#ahundred&amp; 9.'/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-115003912762570029</id><published>2006-06-11T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T23:18:47.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#ahundred&amp; 8.</title><content type='html'>It used to be so easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It used to be so easy.&lt;br /&gt;To look into the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; accept who Im for who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It used to be so easy.&lt;br /&gt;To daydream.&lt;br /&gt;To see beyond what lies then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It used to be so easy.&lt;br /&gt;To smile, to dream.&lt;br /&gt;To accept others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It used to be so easy.&lt;br /&gt;Ships were the way they were.&lt;br /&gt;They carried tiny little dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It used to be so easy.&lt;br /&gt;To picture the glam.&lt;br /&gt;The hollywood pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, growing up changes it all.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, growing up wipes your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It used to be so easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh yah.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to run arnd my sofa just now.&lt;br /&gt;I gave up.&lt;br /&gt;It really pissd me off. Greatly.&lt;br /&gt;I feel for a run now.&lt;br /&gt;To just let go.&lt;br /&gt;Shit lah! WHY DOES IT `VE TO BE DARK&amp; SCARY OUT THERE NOW!??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;with my holy arse royally pissd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-115003912762570029?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/115003912762570029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=115003912762570029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/115003912762570029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/115003912762570029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/06/ahundred-8.html' title='#ahundred&amp; 8.'/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-115003739097192728</id><published>2006-06-11T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T22:49:55.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#ahundred&amp; 7.</title><content type='html'>When you`re done, tell me.&lt;br /&gt;We`re not walking by that again.&lt;br /&gt;Someday, there`ll be a turn.&lt;br /&gt;Mine has come.&lt;br /&gt;If you`re not following, it`s okay.&lt;br /&gt;One`s memory is one`s private literature.&lt;br /&gt;Dont turn back. There`s nothing left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time has come.&lt;br /&gt;It`s now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;let me know. soon.&lt;br /&gt;im not waiting.&lt;br /&gt;not for forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-115003739097192728?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/115003739097192728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=115003739097192728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/115003739097192728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/115003739097192728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/06/ahundred-7.html' title='#ahundred&amp; 7.'/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-115000909082944988</id><published>2006-06-11T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T15:09:06.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#ahundred&amp; 6.</title><content type='html'>Thanks to Serene.&lt;br /&gt;I had a break, at the chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda, lingxuan, yingru &amp; i shard a taxi. Destination: Aranda Country Club. &lt;br /&gt;The taxi uncle was rather aloof. Nevermind though, there was music.&lt;br /&gt;Reachd DownTown East.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Aranda Country Club, we were a bit confusd.&lt;br /&gt;Serene came down&amp; led the way and we carried our oh-so heavy bags (OOF!!) to 2223.&lt;br /&gt;Catherine, Jessie &amp; most of the guys were alrd there. I was greetd at the door with JiaQi screaming away, ''Who`s Michelle!??!!"&lt;br /&gt;Gee. HERE I AM.&lt;br /&gt;Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys were ploppd down in front of the television.&lt;br /&gt;Eyes fixd on the naruto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried it out too.&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;Im not good at it though, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We placd our stuffs down &amp; surveyd the room.&lt;br /&gt;Cozy, spacy, &amp; COLD!!!&lt;br /&gt;Lol x)&lt;br /&gt;I cldnt quite handle the coldness but everything else was poshy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to pooling.&lt;br /&gt;Bad experience.&lt;br /&gt;Hate it &lt; /3&lt;br /&gt;Im underaged. We pissd the holy arses off some jerks. I cant pool well, at all.&lt;br /&gt;Haahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to chalet shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I followd the guys down to the BBQ pit.&lt;br /&gt;Wenjun kept asking me what was wrong with me, cos` I was being rather quiet.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing actually. I just learnt some truth.&lt;br /&gt;Dirtydirty truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took them a while to figure out which was ours, the pit.&lt;br /&gt;I just stood there; quite useless lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watchd as the guys startd the fire.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. They were royally pissd at the quality of the charcoal, which was rlly bad.&lt;br /&gt;The fire took quite a while to start too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent askd Yeemeng what ingredients he used to marinate the chicken wings.&lt;br /&gt;I rattled off all the ingredients. There was a pause, a moment of silence.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. I do read blogs okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some auntie came over, to borrow a lighter.&lt;br /&gt;Lester had one, in his pants. His hands were dirty, so he cldnt reach it.&lt;br /&gt;He told the auntie to take it herself. Then the auntie refusd.&lt;br /&gt;The auntie said Lester might accuse her of harrassing him, or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;FUNNY ;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt have anything to do, so I ran some errands.&lt;br /&gt;I fetchd the coke, fanned the fire&amp; lester, wipd the sweat for wenjun.&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I dont plan to be a nurse, dahling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBQ was a success, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone`d lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;I noticd that JiaQi was rlly quiet.. I wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;Jon kept taking silly photographs of us -.- Heehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a lot of food!&lt;br /&gt;I ate a bit here, a bit there.&lt;br /&gt;[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lester did some hashbrown flipping.&lt;br /&gt;I wantd to try it out as well, but Jessie&amp; Serene was rlly anxious.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever for??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, I went up to the chalet room to slack.&lt;br /&gt;Wenjun 'hu' for mahjong after I sat down between alison &amp; him.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA! I bring luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried jonathan`s ''mashd hashbrowns".&lt;br /&gt;It was rlly HOT O_O&lt;br /&gt;Very nice though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of us went off to pool again.&lt;br /&gt;I was sick of it lah.&lt;br /&gt;I playd a bit. Laughd at Wenjun.&lt;br /&gt;Walkd back to chalet with LengShiew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stoppd by the BBQ pit to see if they needed help clearing up.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, they can manage well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at the room, almost all the drinks were finishd.&lt;br /&gt;I drank Corona.. it was bland ( O_O?! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the girls were at Mac, I was snuggling up to watch anime.&lt;br /&gt;Lol, I can understand why Jonathan is so addictd to it.&lt;br /&gt;IT`S SO CUTE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAC ARRIVD!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone filterd out to grab a bite.&lt;br /&gt;I just sneakd a few fries.&lt;br /&gt;The BBQ food was not done properly, I guess. GAG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group lockd themselves up to listen to ghost stories.&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I sneakd out at the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;IM TOO GUTLESS. SOBS!&lt;br /&gt;I playd mahjong instead. &amp; won, 4times in a row.&lt;br /&gt;HEEHE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the first part of the ghoststory-telling session was over, I headd back into the rm. I stayd for the part2. It was okay.&lt;br /&gt;I was, initially, quite freakd out. We`d to go to the toilet in 4s.&lt;br /&gt;Then I cldnt stand it. I went to the toilet.. alone.&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING HAPPENED. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While a group went out for a walk (I wishd they askd me along. It wld `ve been better than irritating ridwan.. lol.) , I irritatd ridwan.&lt;br /&gt;We playd GIDDY-UP. Or rather, I playd GIDDY-UP.&lt;br /&gt;I made ridwan all dizzy. HAAH!&lt;br /&gt;The two of us ranranran then jumpd on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, jessie later on :DD&lt;br /&gt;RID HIT HIS HEAD. Xp lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls freshen up &amp; we went off to Mac for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I headed back to chalet, I was overwhelmd with fatigue.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I hid after the blankets.&lt;br /&gt;Not successful, Amanda had to rouse me from my sleep &amp; askd me to clear up the room.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After clearing up, I snuggled up in the COLD (BRR!) room.&lt;br /&gt;I draggd another blanket in.&lt;br /&gt;Slept from 9 - 11. I wld `ve cont, if not for Jess.&lt;br /&gt;Rwar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We packd our bags.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp; all filterd out, ready to head home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wenjun the Pig left first.&lt;br /&gt;Home to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;PIG.. Wakaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, everyone left.&lt;br /&gt;I waitd for the girls to come back from pooling.&lt;br /&gt;Watchd those people play Wild Wild Wet in the meantime.&lt;br /&gt;Looks really fun.&lt;br /&gt;Wahaaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We flaggd down a taxi eventually when we left the chalet.&lt;br /&gt;It was the best taxi ride of mine ever.&lt;br /&gt;The taxi uncle was really cool.&lt;br /&gt;He only chargd each of the five of us S$2.&lt;br /&gt;FROM PASIR RIS TO SEMBAWANG LEH!!&lt;br /&gt;It was about 3dollars less for each of us.&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOD lorh. I felt so bad.&lt;br /&gt;He refusd to accept more though.&lt;br /&gt;He playd cartoon, Tom&amp;Jerry, for us to watch too.&lt;br /&gt;Damned, I felt really bad.&lt;br /&gt;HE`S SO NICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;End of Recount&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalet was alright.&lt;br /&gt;Haaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Lester, we still `ve a wrestling match.&lt;br /&gt;lOl (;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-115000909082944988?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/115000909082944988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=115000909082944988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/115000909082944988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/115000909082944988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/06/ahundred-6.html' title='#ahundred&amp; 6.'/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-114974128457361153</id><published>2006-06-08T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T12:38:35.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#ahundred&amp; 5.</title><content type='html'>Meow &lt;img alt="purrr." src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y88/colourbliss/kittyconfused.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalet`s tmr.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;IM S`POSED TO BE RLLY RLLY EXCITD.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However.. somehow..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it`s due to the previous two sleepless &lt;img alt="oh yah." src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y88/colourbliss/hamu08.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt; nights, but Im just not that hypd.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wth is wrong with me??&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="[BEEP]!!" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y88/colourbliss/ghost_sleep.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to untrouble myself.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I playd the piano, watchd the programmes, went for a 1.2km jog.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I still feel like slapping someone.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="no waay, " src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y88/colourbliss/yumsick.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt; I must be sick. Rlly sick.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Mentally??&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pooppoopd those talks.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignord those dreams.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fought those terrors.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel for another run now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It`s going to rain.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DID I MENTION I HATE THE RAIN!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;s&gt;Actually Im scard. Not that I`ll ever admit it.&lt;small&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(madmadMAD. boredboredBORD.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST.. CNTRL.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANT BITE THE HAMMIE.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I lied. I dont bite Cheese. It attacks me though; HEADBUTT.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a rubbish post.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full of crappings&amp;amp; nonsense.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to delete this.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I better publish it bfre I do something stupid again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[BEEP]YOU, LOL!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO LONG SUCKERS.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I lied again. Mentally unstable.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;small&gt;PardonMe, Please.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-114974128457361153?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/114974128457361153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=114974128457361153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114974128457361153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114974128457361153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/06/ahundred-5.html' title='#ahundred&amp; 5.'/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-114966759127531864</id><published>2006-06-07T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T16:06:31.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#ahundred&amp; 4.</title><content type='html'>WHOO.&lt;br /&gt;IT`S RAINING.&lt;br /&gt;HEAVILY..&lt;br /&gt;AWHILEBACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THATSUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BADBADBADMOOD.&lt;br /&gt;HATETHERAIN (MOST of the time).&lt;br /&gt;HATETHEWETNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONLY LOVE THE AFTERRAIN AIR.&lt;br /&gt;MUST BE A BIT CRAZY UP HERE.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOT TO GO,&lt;br /&gt;BFRE I BABBLE MORE CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;IT`LL ONLY SERVE TO ANNOY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGNING OFF,&lt;br /&gt;WITH LOTS OF APOLOGIES FOR THE ALMOST-WHOLE-CAPS-POST.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-114966759127531864?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/114966759127531864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=114966759127531864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114966759127531864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114966759127531864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/06/ahundred-4.html' title='#ahundred&amp; 4.'/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-114965215177112167</id><published>2006-06-07T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T11:49:11.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#ahundred&amp; 3.</title><content type='html'>There`s a lot of hmwk.&lt;br /&gt;I just startd on them yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Gag, startd so late.&lt;br /&gt;Im a bit worried&amp; panicky now.&lt;br /&gt;A bit stressd out. A bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geog TYS.&lt;br /&gt;EM intensive revision [TYS].&lt;br /&gt;AM intensive revision [TYS].&lt;br /&gt;Chem TYS (eatshit lah. so much -.- !! makes me pissedOFF doing them.)&lt;br /&gt;SS intensive revision plusplus, notesmaking.&lt;br /&gt;EL comprehensions plusplus, oral {{articulation, pronounciation} practices.&lt;br /&gt;Phys assignment centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wishd I can believe that Im on holiday.&lt;br /&gt;-_- -_- -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other note, there`ll be a chalet soon.&lt;br /&gt;After the chalet, I must rlly focus on my revision&amp; all.&lt;br /&gt;I`ve a lot of catching up to do.&lt;br /&gt;iMUST follow my study timetable O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;feeling rather pissed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-114965215177112167?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/114965215177112167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=114965215177112167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114965215177112167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114965215177112167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/06/ahundred-3.html' title='#ahundred&amp; 3.'/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-114949296532672532</id><published>2006-06-05T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T15:36:05.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#ahundred&amp; 2.</title><content type='html'>I had a &lt;s&gt;bad&lt;/s&gt;, okay just annoying, day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I blanked out during ChemistryPractical.&lt;br /&gt;I totally forgot how to remove airbubbles.&lt;br /&gt;Plusplus, I dont like handling a $$17dollar apparatus.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChemTcher gave me THATLOOK.&lt;br /&gt;Groans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, I never had to deal with an airbubble, bfre today!&lt;br /&gt;Not that it`s a reason to forget how to remove them lah.&lt;br /&gt;Just pissedOFF; uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damned.&lt;br /&gt;Im want that Ace in Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; Im going to get it.&lt;br /&gt;Even if Practical kills me.&lt;br /&gt;Slurps :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EnglishLessons were okay.&lt;br /&gt;As usual.&lt;br /&gt;Joking ++ serious working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AdditionalMathematics.&lt;br /&gt;We have slacked.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else I can come up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disgust fills my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have edited the proposal.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can stay overnight at the chalet.&lt;br /&gt;Prays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;with lots of homeowork to settle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-114949296532672532?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/114949296532672532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=114949296532672532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114949296532672532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114949296532672532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/06/ahundred-2.html' title='#ahundred&amp; 2.'/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-114940544324787661</id><published>2006-06-04T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T15:17:23.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#ahundred&amp; 1.</title><content type='html'>SOBS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMSOTOUCHED.&lt;br /&gt;I DON`T KNW WHERE TO BEGIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends make everything so worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;Haahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VBlushd is reaching its bday.&lt;br /&gt;It`ll be ONEyearold on the ninth of June 2006.&lt;br /&gt;Heehe, anyone wanna offer some presents??&lt;br /&gt;I can represent VBlushd on it`s behalf.&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off;&lt;br /&gt;with a warning- don`t try sour chocos, eewww..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-114940544324787661?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/114940544324787661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=114940544324787661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114940544324787661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114940544324787661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/06/ahundred-1.html' title='#ahundred&amp; 1.'/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-114915838392391661</id><published>2006-06-01T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T15:16:10.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#ahundred</title><content type='html'>WOOHOO &lt;img alt="Cheers. Aloud!" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y88/colourbliss/ghost_loveeyes.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my, #ahundred&amp;1 post.&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygod,, &lt;img alt="Too Emotional" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y88/colourbliss/yumcry.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rlly love this blog.&lt;br /&gt;Plusplus, blogging.&lt;br /&gt;I s`posed I`ll nvr give this up.&lt;br /&gt;Or change my URL ever again.&lt;br /&gt;.. Perhaps?? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We`d Maths Day Camp today.&lt;br /&gt;Intensive &lt;img alt="Ohh man." src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y88/colourbliss/kittytongue.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8hours of it.&lt;br /&gt;(Okok, minus 2hours of breaks&amp;amp;amp;amp;&amp;amp; lunching.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="IT`SNOTOVER." src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y88/colourbliss/hamu06.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There`s more, awaiting us. Tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Whimpers &lt;img alt="GulpGulps." src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y88/colourbliss/ghost_no.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain rlly hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Quite a lot.&lt;br /&gt;I can`t rlly focus here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`ll submit another post soon.&lt;br /&gt;A quality one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rlly need a break now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Headache. Scard -.-" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y88/colourbliss/yumscared.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;thinking, not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-114915838392391661?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/114915838392391661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=114915838392391661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114915838392391661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114915838392391661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/06/ahundred.html' title='#ahundred'/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-114908213928685228</id><published>2006-05-31T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T18:49:23.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#9nine.</title><content type='html'>Just when I was telling (ok, fine! bragging &lt;img alt="-.-" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y88/colourbliss/kittysick.gif" border="0" /&gt;) lingxuan&amp;&amp;amp; liyun yesterday that I have never been late for school, I was late today. For school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irony.&lt;br /&gt;Is lost on me.&lt;br /&gt;Rwarrs &lt;img alt="dunkIT." src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y88/colourbliss/ghost_cool.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse part?!&lt;br /&gt;I actually made an effort to rush to school.Obviously I didn`t make it in time.&amp;&amp;amp; I was 'awarded' with a side stitch.&lt;br /&gt;Real good start to a day, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Whatever" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y88/colourbliss/hamu08.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry lessons was fine, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;There was some practical.I kep bullying jonathan. Snickers &lt;img alt=":DD" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y88/colourbliss/yumlaugh.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who else wld allow me to bully him!!?&lt;br /&gt;I wld rlly miss my mentor &lt;img alt="or mentee, who cares." src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y88/colourbliss/kittycry.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English lessons.&lt;br /&gt;LOL &lt;img alt="no comments." src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y88/colourbliss/hamu14.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must rlly make an effort to pay attention during Combined Humanities lessons.&lt;br /&gt;It is most horrible of me to want to doze off at the very first second &lt;img alt="badbadBAD." src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y88/colourbliss/ghost_sleep.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I borrowed NoraRobert`s books.&lt;br /&gt;They are rlly something.&lt;br /&gt;Vivid description. Powerful Vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, if I`ll ever be able to master half the vocabulary she knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="O_O" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y88/colourbliss/yumscared.gif" border="0" /&gt; I don`t think so, heehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rented The Shark`s Tale too; it`s by Dreamworks.&lt;br /&gt;I personally felt that the plot was rather boring.&lt;br /&gt;It`s always the same plots, LAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="???!!" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y88/colourbliss/kittymad.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There`s MathsCamp tmr.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, if it`ll be fun..&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in the coldcoldCOLD cosmix, doing mathematics sums after mathematics sums.&lt;br /&gt;At least, the tutors&amp;&amp;amp; tutees have some warmth.&lt;br /&gt;Gee, I think I rlly quite hate the cosmix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It`s cold &lt;img alt="BRR!!!" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y88/colourbliss/hamu05.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It`s dull.&lt;br /&gt;It lacks moisture.&lt;br /&gt;My skin rlly feels dry after a couple of hours in there.&lt;br /&gt;I just dont like it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Note to self.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring that jacket.&lt;br /&gt;Dont be late again &lt;img alt="What the.." src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y88/colourbliss/ghost_shocked.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;with lots of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Dream of that pudding, that mango pudding. Give me a call then, with your chocolate in hand.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-114908213928685228?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/114908213928685228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=114908213928685228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114908213928685228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114908213928685228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/05/9nine.html' title='#9nine.'/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-114898963856661605</id><published>2006-05-30T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T19:47:18.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#9eight.</title><content type='html'>Does anyone owns a copy of ''The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde'' ?&lt;br /&gt;I`d like to borrow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I s`posed the library wld be another alternative O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing off,&lt;br /&gt;with a headache.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-114898963856661605?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/114898963856661605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=114898963856661605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114898963856661605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114898963856661605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/05/9eight.html' title='#9eight.'/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-114897696639931729</id><published>2006-05-30T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T19:25:26.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#9seven.</title><content type='html'>I`m back.&lt;br /&gt;Or rather, `ll be back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`ve lots to do during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Sobsob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Things to &lt;b&gt;do&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;To be further edited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 My pig(!!?!) sty.&lt;br /&gt;(It looks terrible, after the MYE.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;#2 Transfer the photographs from the DigiCam to the computer. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 Clear up the files in my folder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 Revision. Homework. Revision. Homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 Blog. Friendster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-114897696639931729?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/114897696639931729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=114897696639931729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114897696639931729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114897696639931729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/05/9seven.html' title='#9seven.'/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-114795771811933948</id><published>2006-05-18T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T21:08:38.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection: dayTHREE</title><content type='html'>MYE.&lt;br /&gt;What can I say?&lt;br /&gt;What is done, has been done.&lt;br /&gt;Reflect, move on, don`t repeat the mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.academicofcwc.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Vince`s new blog, My Aces.&lt;/a&gt; Go pay a visit, leave some comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-114795771811933948?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/114795771811933948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=114795771811933948' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114795771811933948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114795771811933948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/05/reflection-daythree.html' title='Reflection: dayTHREE'/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-114779416190964268</id><published>2006-05-16T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T23:45:03.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection: dayTWO (con`t)</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Alienation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Not my work, I can`t write that well yet. I`ll make sure I improve though. Meanwhile, the essay kinda indicates why I`m reflecting. I`m trying to find out, why.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I felt lost and confused as I stared at the endless stream of cars lined up in front of me. The feeling came suddenly… it was like a wave of hopelessness welling up within me for no apparent reason. From the comfort of my car, I could hear the impatient blaring of horns as distressed drivers sought to weave their way through the traffic jam. Everything before me seemed surreal and fake, as though I were in a huge movie set or a part of a play where I was so swept up by the story that I had lost any idea of who I really was. The words of Shakespeare kept recurring in my mind: “Life is a tale, told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I could feel no reason why I felt so aimless, like a ship that has lost its anchor; like a soul without a cause. I was successful in my career, driving my own car and living in my own apartment. By the criteria set by society, I could be considered by a person who had made it in life. However, as I sat there waiting for traffic to inch its way forward, something in my mind told me, “So what?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I shuddered involuntarily. Was this what life was all about? Getting money and owning a car; aiming for the next achievement to add to the laurels in my life? I did not believe in religion – regarding it as mere superstition for insecure people who want to know what lies after our time in this world – even though I agreed with the moral aspects regarding ethical behaviour. At that moment, I felt in need of a kind of security, an assurance that my life was moving as it should; that nothing was wrong with my choices and decisions in life. However, I found no solace; within myself, I felt only bleak emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Many people have said that life in modern society is inevitably filled with loneliness. In the days of old, when people still lived in villages and other kinds of close knit communities, loneliness was never a possibility. Today in our world of computers, cars and tall skyscrapers, each person is walled up in his own world. It is not unlike a traffic jam, where everybody is actually so close to each other, yet enclosed in their separate spheres, oblivious to each other’s existence. This is the price of modern society, where an individual becomes a machine in the attainment of material goods and in the process, loses sight of the simple pleasures in life: a smile, the smell of flowers, the touching sounds of bells chiming from a clock tower…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I looked at the cars on my right, then on my left. Their occupants looked identical; all were staring blankly in front of them, devoid of expressions. I opened my car door and walked around the stationary cars. I could feel the weight of the stares at me but I continued walking to the field by the roadside. There, I sat down and looked up at the beautiful stars which dotted the night sky. They were beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The End.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-114779416190964268?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/114779416190964268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=114779416190964268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114779416190964268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114779416190964268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/05/reflection-daytwo-cont_114779416190964268.html' title='Reflection: dayTWO (con`t)'/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-114779306361171932</id><published>2006-05-16T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T21:04:44.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection: dayTWO (con`t)</title><content type='html'>YUPS.&lt;br /&gt;Here`s an essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He wanted it. He dreamt of it, he hankered after it. It was pure obsession. Swept up by the frenzy, Lee Hock could no longer focus on anything. Like an addict, he would craved for his share of offerings until he get it. Until then, Lee Hock would spend his days, distractedly. Everyday, without fail, he would talk about it. He nurtured his notion until it became the reason for his living. It was his passion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Whenever reports came by, he would gripe his paper tightly – till his knuckles turned white. Beads of perspiration would trickle down his temples; he could taste the salty tang. Barely. He would be too preoccupied with listening to the report. He never hear anything desirable though, not that it made he gave up. It only spurned him further on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  That fateful day, Lee Hock was clad in his threadbare white singlet and wearing his dentures. He was meeting his friends for coffee. As he walked down the stairs, slowly and cautiously, he would gasp for air and trembled slightly. Soon, the aromatic smell of coffee hit him. It swirled around him, seducing him with their spidery fingers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  His friends greeted him and pulled out a chair for him. As they chatted, the television crackled to life. Lee Hock turned expectantly, his friends grinned their toothless grin. They knew Lee Hock never missed any lottery readings. Lee Hock searched around and fished out a dog-eared paper. He clutched the paper, mumbled a prayer and kept his attention on the screen. His friends ignored him and continued their conversation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  ‘.. 24, 13, 09,’ Lee Hock gulped nervously. ‘Please, let the last number be 58!’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  ‘And 58.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Lee Hock’s eyes widened. He shouted, he jumped up his seat. He shouted jubilant cries. His friends were taken aback. Lee Hock has won the lottery. Finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Suddenly, Lee Hock`s face was distorted by pain. He grabbed his chest, out of breath. Vertigo overcame him, and he lost conscious. Lee Hock was pronounced dead at Singapore General Hospital. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  His funeral was a grand affair, thanks to the wealth he acquired shortly before his death. In his see-through coffin, Lee Hock could be seen clutching a dog-eared paper tightly. At the appointed time, a lottery station was set on fire. It burned brilliantly, and in three minutes, was a heap of ashes in the dull gold bucket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;The End.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven`t thought of an appropriate title.&lt;br /&gt;Suggest one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;EDIT&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vince suggested a title for my essay.&lt;br /&gt;I love the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It`s, The Death of Surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;/EDIT&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-114779306361171932?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/114779306361171932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=114779306361171932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114779306361171932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114779306361171932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/05/reflection-daytwo-cont_114779306361171932.html' title='Reflection: dayTWO (con`t)'/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-114778582797342943</id><published>2006-05-16T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T21:24:38.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection: dayTWO (con`t)</title><content type='html'>Note to self, look out for Agatha Christie`s works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know why blogskins hangs on me all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Or rather, gives me a blank page with only a pathetic header.&lt;br /&gt;There isn`t any new blogskins that suit me.&lt;br /&gt;At all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are pretty okay, just not ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/info/91274" target="_blank"&gt;#one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/info/87294" target="_blank"&gt;#two&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/info/87514" target="_blank"&gt;#three&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/info/88351" target="_blank"&gt;#four&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/info/88982" target="_blank"&gt;#five&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/info/86761" target="_blank"&gt;#six&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/info/86470" target="_blank"&gt;#seven&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel poorly.&lt;br /&gt;:( Dull misery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-114778582797342943?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/114778582797342943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=114778582797342943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114778582797342943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114778582797342943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/05/reflection-daytwo-cont_16.html' title='Reflection: dayTWO (con`t)'/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-114778231095612415</id><published>2006-05-16T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T20:26:08.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection: dayTWO (con`t)</title><content type='html'>Does anyone have, The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde?&lt;br /&gt;I`d like to read it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-114778231095612415?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/114778231095612415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=114778231095612415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114778231095612415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114778231095612415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/05/reflection-daytwo-cont.html' title='Reflection: dayTWO (con`t)'/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-114776070590226815</id><published>2006-05-16T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T14:25:05.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection: dayTWO</title><content type='html'>The more I know, the more I find out, the worse I feel.&lt;br /&gt;The worse it gets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The headache, just wouldn`t go away.&lt;br /&gt;It keep asking, ''Why?''&lt;br /&gt;I don`t know, buddy.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, you know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished I didn`t send the LostElephant msg.&lt;br /&gt;I keep blaming myself for seeing that word, LOST, repeats itself everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT REALLY HURTS.&lt;br /&gt;REALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance is bliss?&lt;br /&gt;I don`t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I don`t really like knowing all that I`ve discovered.&lt;br /&gt;It feels, so.. trapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to comment to Lester on his blog.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to comment, ''I think you`re torturing yourself. Snap out of it.''&lt;br /&gt;I didn`t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I`m torturing myself.&lt;br /&gt;I can`t blog on.&lt;br /&gt;My mind feels empty.&lt;br /&gt;A vaccuum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp; I can`t use my heart.&lt;br /&gt;It`s not logical.&lt;br /&gt;It`s not there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-114776070590226815?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/114776070590226815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=114776070590226815' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114776070590226815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114776070590226815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/05/reflection-daytwo.html' title='Reflection: dayTWO'/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-114769751813881583</id><published>2006-05-15T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T20:54:11.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection: dayONE (con`t)</title><content type='html'>First&amp;&amp; foremost, there`s this something, someone.&lt;br /&gt;It`s merely an existence.&lt;br /&gt;I haven`t seen it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I believe in it.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, just maybe, it`s god. Or gods.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i have total faith in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It`ll never fail me, not because it`ll get there.&lt;br /&gt;Just because, it`ll remain there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, me.&lt;br /&gt;If I can`t accept myself, I can`t accept anyone, anything else.&lt;br /&gt;Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family, next.&lt;br /&gt;They`ll never forsake me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp; by they, I`ve included CHEESE&amp;&amp; HAM (it`s an angelhammie already) Burger.&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at CHEESE Burger, they look similar.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, identical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sv1.letmehost.com/sv1/17/CHEESE_Burger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sv1.letmehost.com/sv1/17/thumbs/CHEESE_Burger.jpg" alt="Cute huh, LetMeHost hosted." &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;i&gt;Great listener, it`s all thanks to him that I`m not insane yet.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, friends.&lt;br /&gt;They just make life, so so so much easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can be quite complicated too.&lt;br /&gt;I can`t think that much liao.&lt;br /&gt;My brain really hurts now.&lt;br /&gt;I`m off, to do some additional mathematics&amp;&amp; chinese language revision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-114769751813881583?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/114769751813881583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=114769751813881583' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114769751813881583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114769751813881583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/05/reflection-dayone-cont.html' title='Reflection: dayONE (con`t)'/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-114769685728869494</id><published>2006-05-15T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T20:40:57.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection: dayONE</title><content type='html'>I`m very disturbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to find out what I want, in life.&lt;br /&gt;What are my actions for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I live for a purpose, or just merely exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I shouldn`t have read what I`ve.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. Let this be a journey of self-discovery.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, I`ll be more at peace, with everything after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, you shouldn`t be reading my reflections.&lt;br /&gt;They are pretty boring; I wouldn`t stop you if you want to though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-114769685728869494?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/114769685728869494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=114769685728869494' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114769685728869494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114769685728869494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/05/reflection-dayone.html' title='Reflection: dayONE'/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-114742631399053265</id><published>2006-05-12T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T17:35:46.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don`t think Princesses live happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, HOW BORING CAN THAT GET!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they do TRY to have extramarital affairs.&lt;br /&gt;However, it have always failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example,, &lt;b&gt;A _ _ _ _&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So they said, she met E___ &amp;&amp; dearest daddy granted her feet, so that they could live happily ever after. Uh huh. So, 2years after the wedding, she got a bit irritated with life. IT WAS OH SO BORING. She missed the sea, missed swimming, missed the crabs(craps; get it?). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She decided to take a little walk along the seaside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE! She met the MOST dashing, MOST charming merman in her whole life. She tried to seduce him; it didn`t work. The merman was too turned OFF by the no-longer-existing fishy smell she once had. She decided to dive into the sea, to smell fishy. BUT, she could no longer breathe underwater, hence, she couldn`t smell VERYfishy. The merman, extremely irritated&amp;&amp; annoyed by her swimming skills, swam off into the horizon. She sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picking up her flip-flops, she headed back to the castle. E___ saw her coming &amp;&amp; went, ''OHMYGOD! WHAT`S THAT SMELL??!!'' He fainted. Afterwhich, E___ kept A____ at an arm`s length, cos` he simply couldn`t bear the fishy smell (most humans don`t deal with fishy smell, very well).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem, end of exampleONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example,, &lt;b&gt;C _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PrinceCharming had an invitation; his friend was inviting PrinceCharming&amp;&amp; C to a NINEmonth visit&amp; stay to his castle. Remember that, people in the past wasted a lot of time travelling, hence the long stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching the castle, C saw PrinceCharming`s friend. She swooned. He was HOT. LOL XD. She decided to seduce him, cos` PrinceCharming was BORINGBORINGBORING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp; yeap, the friend was smitten by C`s beauty too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both were rather shy.&lt;br /&gt;One, not wanting to betray his friend.&lt;br /&gt;The other, not sure where to start from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, C ordered the book titled 'The Art of Seduction'.&lt;br /&gt;It took TWOmonths to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading the book, it took C ONEmonths to muster her courage to say hi!&lt;br /&gt;It took ONEmonth for Hottie to reply hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took another ONEmonth for C to construct a sentence in front of Hottie.&lt;br /&gt;It took ONEmonth for Hottie to be able to construct a sentence in front of C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, back&amp;&amp; forth, SIXmonths have passed.&lt;br /&gt;C decided that enough was enough, she was going to dive right into action.&lt;br /&gt;She ordered 'Perfume XXX'; it never came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C went home, without succeeding to seduce Hottie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of exampleTWO.&lt;br /&gt;Moral of Story: Don`t try to seduce anyone without FedEx, lol. I`m just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, ya, do you want to know why the perfume never come?&lt;br /&gt;It was like this - the horse couldn`t tahan the weight of bottles&amp; bottles of perfume. It died, went to heaven. The donkey, took over the burden, couldn`t tahan either. It died, went to heaven. The deliveryman took over the burden, couldn`t tahan. He died, went to &lt;s&gt;hell&lt;/s&gt; heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;BLAME IT ON THE PERFUMEXXX THAT NEVER COME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;small&gt;Otherwise, C would have succeeded! Lol :33 &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-114742631399053265?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/114742631399053265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=114742631399053265' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114742631399053265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114742631399053265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-dont-think-princesses-live-happily.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-114724728404744158</id><published>2006-05-10T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T15:48:04.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Mid-year examination `ll be ending tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;`ll miss it.&lt;/s&gt; Hey, it was fun while it lasted.&lt;br /&gt;It did provide a valid reason for me to go all berserk.&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murrr. I`m a lost elephant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I was just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots.&lt;br /&gt;Windows.&lt;br /&gt;Hearts.&lt;br /&gt;Bees.&lt;br /&gt;Aliens.&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;br /&gt;Elephants.&lt;br /&gt;Bunny.&lt;br /&gt;Dahling.&lt;br /&gt;Dearies.&lt;br /&gt;Cafes.&lt;br /&gt;XiaoLongBao.&lt;br /&gt;Beans.&lt;br /&gt;Lovelies.&lt;br /&gt;Studies.&lt;br /&gt;Milk.&lt;br /&gt;Drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like going on an adventure.&lt;br /&gt;WHAAAAHAA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-114724728404744158?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/114724728404744158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=114724728404744158' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114724728404744158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114724728404744158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/05/oh-well.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-114724685294989437</id><published>2006-05-10T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T15:40:52.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got your msg.&lt;br /&gt;I`ll jump down now.&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou&amp;&amp; Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearts&amp;&amp; &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-114724685294989437?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/114724685294989437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=114724685294989437' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114724685294989437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114724685294989437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/05/got-your-msg.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-114640295654284543</id><published>2006-04-30T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T21:15:56.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;I CAN`T TAKE IT.&lt;br /&gt;I`M FREAKING PISSED OFF.&lt;br /&gt;WHY?!&lt;br /&gt;Read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`ve been revising my arse off like craazy.&lt;br /&gt;I`m seriously sick of studying abt how THIS METAL AND THAT ACID, MIGHT GIVE YOU SALT OR WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;I`m, like, having this dull &amp; throbbing headache.&lt;br /&gt;Damned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOO, you knw like, everyone has their own mthds of de-stressing right?!&lt;br /&gt;My mthd was either to sleep, or to catch some TV programme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have tried the former in the afternoon (sad to say, I felt a lot worse after the nap), I decided to watch the channel8 show. ''The W Files''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quite a nice show, btw&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned to watch for abt 30minutes, cos` anyway, that was all that was left of it.&lt;br /&gt;Then, during a commercial, my sister decided to do that freaking channel-hopping.&lt;br /&gt;SO! SHE SAW THAT CHANNEL5 WAS SHOWING HARRY POTTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing against HarryPotter movies.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I`m a fan of them.&lt;br /&gt;It`s just that..&lt;br /&gt;WHEN YOU ARE DE-STRESSING AND YOU HAPPENED TO BE WATCHING THAT SHOW THAT YOU QUITE HAPPEN TO ENJOY AND LIKE, YOU DON`T REALLY APPRECIATE SOMEONE TO SWTICH THE CHANNEL AND WATCH SOME OTHER PROGRAMME, ESPECIALLY IF YOU ALREADY OWN THE LATTER PROGRAMME'S VCD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, NATURALLY, I JUST BURST OUT LAH!&lt;br /&gt;WTF LORH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL I FREAKING WANTED, WAS TO WATCH SOME PROGRAMME FOR SOME 30MINUTES.&lt;br /&gt;THEN MUM, HAS NOTHING BETTER TO DO, AND JUST SHOOED ME BACK TO STUDY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF.&lt;br /&gt;I CAN`T TAKE IT ANYMORE.&lt;br /&gt;I`M GOING OUT.&lt;br /&gt;I`M GOING TO BUST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HECK, WITH LOVING YOUR MOTHER.&lt;br /&gt;HECK, WITH LOVING YOUR FATHER.&lt;br /&gt;HECK, WITH LOVING YOUR SISTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST WANTED TO THROW UP ON THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUMP OUT OF MY WINDOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the above doesn`t make se.. WHAT AM I DOING?! I DON`T CARE.&lt;br /&gt;I DON`T CARE IF YOU CARE.&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER. I`M GOING OUT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-114640295654284543?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/114640295654284543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=114640295654284543' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114640295654284543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114640295654284543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/04/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-114483880670111162</id><published>2006-04-12T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T18:46:46.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I`ll try to post about the school`s Sports Festival 2006.&lt;br /&gt;(I`ve been neglecting this blog =X )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, after that post, I`ll be on a short hiatus, until after my school`s Mid-Year Exam. It`s highly unlikely that I`ll post anything during this period, even if I`m angry, pissed and blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.&lt;br /&gt;Look forward to the Sports Festival 2006 post.&lt;br /&gt;Iknwyou`llloveit (: Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-114483880670111162?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/114483880670111162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=114483880670111162' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114483880670111162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114483880670111162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/04/ill-try-to-post-about-schools-sports.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-114432557678053523</id><published>2006-04-06T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T20:12:56.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There`s so much to blog about! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;IN THE MORNING,&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at 4.30AM to study for my physics test. I had slept at 11.30PM last night and was quite drowsy. I had to get a total of 5 wake-up calls before I dragged myself, sleepily, to the washroom. Even hot chocolate could not work it`s magic. I slept at 5.00AM again, and planned to wake up at 6.00AM to continue the remaining chapters. I slept through my alarm-ring though - i only woke up again, at 6.40PM. Miracles of all miracles, I left home at 6.48PM, with my breakfast in my hand. I was incredibly fast; lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VP and CM gave a talk, pretty short ones, and we kickstarted with Chinese language lessons. MrYip was, (err) if I`m allowed to be honest, bullshitting away. Lol. I kept asking him, why did we have to re-copy something that was in the book already? I didn`t really understand the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was the physics test, next. Most unfortunately, I think I screwed it up. Sigh -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate really quickly during recess, for fear of having to listen to CM counsel (crap, actually) again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept really quiet during the Additional Mathematics lesson as I was really focusing on my work. There wasn`t time to talk nonsense anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;IN THE AFTERNOON,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something happened during geography lessons - not worth blogging about though, it will just upset everyone further. We did map-reading again. Quite mind-boggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FormTcher discussed about deadlines, and how we will keep having new ones and needing to meet them. Come to think of it, it should be rather disheartening, hearing that you will be chasing after I-don`t-know-what for your whole life and never getting it cos` it`s a &lt;b&gt;VICIOUS CYCLE&lt;/b&gt;, but I`m perked. I`m even more motivated and encouraged to get those A1s that I have been hankering after. RAAWR, I WILL GET YOU. JUST YOU WAIT AND SEE, A1s. Lol; fancy threatening my A1s now, as if they understand the threat anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BORINGLUNCHTIME.&lt;br /&gt;Other than the fact that I spotted a centi-/millipede on the ceiling. Its legs must be oh-so-powerful. Lol. GR shot it down, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During chemistry, J informed me that he wanted a change of rank. As in, I would be the mentor (gasp!) now, and he would be the mentee. I was quite flabbergasted, but I didn`t show it - I think. I mean, I thought J absolutely love sabotaging me, getting me to answer the questions. Anyway, I hope I don`t mess the mentoring-thing up. I can be pretty helpless when it comes to chemistry, at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YM stepped on a centi-/millipede on our way to the computerlab. CAN WE SAY EWW?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;3 SPORTS EVENTS,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YR and I decided to stay, until 4.30 (originally), to watch them. THEY WERE SO THRILLING! I WAS SCREAMING AWAY, LIKE NOBODY`S BUSINESS!! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C didn`t manage to do really well for her first two trials for shotput. However the cheerleading group (LOL), especially me (I was even shocked by the loudness of my own voice), shouted really loud for her, and she scored a GOLD. Whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for JZ, I have nothing to say. He has already overtook everyone on his first try. He even threw his shotput, until the drain where the 'FIRE ENGINE..' sign was established, on the final trial. Needless to say, he got a gold for shotput.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazmil did amazing well too. He was runner-up, awarded silver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadira got gold for long jump. Ridwan got silver for long jump. I was really hoping that he could 'snatch' the gold but oh well! Hazmil fouled three times, and was out of the competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JZ got silver for javalin - which is really odd, thinking about it. The javalins are much lighter than the shotputs. Ros got gold for javalin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altogether, 4E4 has won 4 gold, 3 silver plus all those participation points. I can`t wait for Sports Festival, even though I`M REALLY WORRIED FOR MY EVENT THAT I`LL BE PARTICIPATING IN. Everyone can run so well. SHIT. I`m, almost, confirmed a loss. O_O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-114432557678053523?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/114432557678053523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=114432557678053523' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114432557678053523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114432557678053523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/04/theres-so-much-to-blog-about-in.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-114380984522724870</id><published>2006-03-31T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T20:57:27.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Before OYL Programme&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazmil offered me a bite of his curry puff today, but I rejected it.&lt;br /&gt;''I don`t eat hot, or rather, spicy stuff.'' Nonsense!&lt;br /&gt;Vishnu said, ''She doesn`t share saliva.''&lt;br /&gt;Hmms, I find it amusing that Vishnu actually knows that.&lt;br /&gt;Although that was not the sole reason why I didn`t eat his curry puff.&lt;br /&gt;I didn`t eat the curry puff because of my ulcer, my attempt at cutting down on the amount of spicy food that I eat, and I have had my breakfast (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;During OYL Programme&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote what I intended to do for three subjects - EnglishLanguage, Elementary Mathematics, Physics.&lt;br /&gt;I MEANT WHAT I WROTE. THE PROBLEM IS, I FORGOT WHAT I WROTE.&lt;br /&gt;SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;During Biology Lessons&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had PE for 1.5hour.&lt;br /&gt;Shiok {; Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Amanda, Cajing, Yingru and me played soccer for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Amanda represented Man Utd.&lt;br /&gt;Caijing represented Real Mad.&lt;br /&gt;Yingru represented Liverpool.&lt;br /&gt;I represented Chelsea.&lt;br /&gt;We were quite terrible, but we had lots of fun [;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of it all, Amanda became GAY (MEN UNITED TOGETHER. Getit?), Yingru became Liver-PUUUU (?!!), and I was CHAO-SI (?!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;During PE Lessons&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practised a bit of sprinting.. it felt weird though.&lt;br /&gt;I felt that I wasn`t putting in enough effort.&lt;br /&gt;I should be running in a straight line, but my angle of turning was HUGE, TREMENDOUS, YAKYAKYAK.&lt;br /&gt;CATHERINE! Please be presented for the next relay training.&lt;br /&gt;We only have ONE MORE WEEK.&lt;br /&gt;We need to sort out positions and passing-ons.&lt;br /&gt;Captain`s Ball was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;During EL Lessons&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We listened to 'An Italian Man went to Malta' and 'The Korean Woman who has difficulty pronunciating Clock'.&lt;br /&gt;I barely passed my english comprehension.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;During Chemistry&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same Old.&lt;br /&gt;Same Old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;During CL enrichment programme (a fanciful phrase for remedial)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to read a boring passage -_-&lt;br /&gt;However, I had fun sabo-ing others (to read as well).&lt;br /&gt;MUWHAAAAAHAAAAHAA.&lt;br /&gt;I kept saying that the tcher was neglecting them; they felt neglected, forgotten, and abandoned.&lt;br /&gt;Crapping. WHHAAAHAA.&lt;br /&gt;Lester`s PE shirt flew onto the second level`s ledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;During EM remedial&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did revision on locus and loci.&lt;br /&gt;I really understand a lot better now (:&lt;br /&gt;MsChia is a wonderful mathematics tcher.&lt;br /&gt;After having (presuming that I HAD A NEW MATHEMATICS TCHER FOR EVERY YEAR SINCE PRIMARY ONE WHICH IS DEFINITELY UNTRUE..) 10 mathematics tcher, I think Ms Chia is the best, by far.&lt;br /&gt;I understand her thoroughly. And it really helps, especially during revision, when she includes little notes/tips/hints for us.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Z said that, ''A nagging tcher is a good tcher."&lt;br /&gt;I say, ''A tcher armed with a notebook is a good tcher.'' Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Vectors, next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;AFTERSCHOOL&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn`t go out afterall.&lt;br /&gt;It was too late. Besides, I was pretty drained-out.&lt;br /&gt;Dorothy and I went to SunPlaza instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;MEMORABLE QUOTE(S) OF THE DAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NumberOne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DOROTHY (to the assistant behind the counter):&lt;/b&gt; 4 Cheese Hotdogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME:&lt;/b&gt; Those hotdogs have cheese in them ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DOROTHY:&lt;/b&gt; =.= YES. They are CHEESE Hotdogs.&lt;br /&gt;NumberTwo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME:&lt;/b&gt;DAMNED IT! HEALTHY FOOD ARE EXPENSIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DOROTHY:&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME:&lt;/b&gt;DAMNED IT! WE SHOULD JUST EAT CHEAP JUNK FOOD AND DIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DOROTHY:&lt;/b&gt; THREE DROPS..&lt;br /&gt;NumberThree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME:&lt;/b&gt; DUTCHLADY MILK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DOROTHY:&lt;/b&gt; EWW. The bottle`s dented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME:&lt;/b&gt; BUUT I LOVE DUTCHLADY MILK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pointing to DutchLady Milk in a rectangle-carton packing,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DOROTHY:&lt;/b&gt; Get this larh. It`s also one litre. Besides, it`s cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME:&lt;/b&gt; IT`S NOT IN A BOTTLE. IT`S NOT MILK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DOROTHY:&lt;/b&gt; THREE DROPS.&lt;br /&gt;I borrowed three Catherine Lim`s books.&lt;br /&gt;(: Really enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;All thanks to Mrs Lee`s recommendation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;MEMORABLE QUOTE(S) OF THE DAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NumberFour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME:&lt;/b&gt; THIS IS SOUP MEHS?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;, while pointing to a menu showing a bowl of soup, with bold chinese words indicating that it was a bowl of particular-flavour soup&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Dorothy,&lt;br /&gt;No. The DutchLady Milk taste weird.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;O_O I KNEW IT WOULD TASTE BETTER IN A BOTTLESHAPE!&lt;br /&gt;Lol. I`m serious about that tasting weird though.&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps, my taste have changed.&lt;br /&gt;Waaakaaaka.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-114380984522724870?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/114380984522724870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=114380984522724870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114380984522724870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114380984522724870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/03/before-oyl-programme-hazmil-offered-me.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-114362828954642297</id><published>2006-03-29T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T18:31:29.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I`m calm.&lt;br /&gt;I`m sane.&lt;br /&gt;The below mentioned, is of neutral tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK OK.&lt;br /&gt;I don`t know who got this crazy idea.&lt;br /&gt;And told some (OR PERHAPS MANY!!) people about the crazy idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want to clarify is that I DON`T LIKE LESTER AS A BOYFRIEND, OR YAKYAKBLAHBLAH etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lester, who is currently semi-botak, very skinny indeed and goes insane occasionally, is just a great friend (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that`s that, daaarlings.&lt;br /&gt;We are just friends, getting on one another`s nerves now and then (although Lester once claimed that he cannot piss me off -.- LOL!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, the class jersey is greaaat.&lt;br /&gt;Waaaaaaaaay better than the previous one.&lt;br /&gt;Ilikeitverymuch indeed (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-114362828954642297?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/114362828954642297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=114362828954642297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114362828954642297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114362828954642297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-calm.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-114312206649619863</id><published>2006-03-23T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T21:54:26.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-114312206649619863?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/114312206649619863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=114312206649619863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114312206649619863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114312206649619863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/03/grr.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-114295074092798968</id><published>2006-03-21T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T22:29:03.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I`ve tried out the MyHeritage quiz too.&lt;br /&gt;Link can be found at Lingxuan`s blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my photograph (;&lt;br /&gt;(Only my face is clear..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7177/1486/320/DSC00720.jpg" border="0" alt="Voodoo-ing Disabled." /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the TOP matches; be surprised, be VERY surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;#1 Son Ye-jin 손예진 孫藝珍 (74%)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- debut in the MBC drama Sweet Propose in 2001&lt;br /&gt;- acting roles in the film The Classic&lt;br /&gt;- as well as the 2003 KBS drama Summer Scent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7177/1486/1600/Son%20Ye-Jin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7177/1486/320/Son%20Ye-Jin.jpg" border="0" alt="Son Ye-jin" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt; #2 Paul Celan (70%)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- major poets of the post-World War II era&lt;br /&gt;- one of the finest European lyric poets of his time &lt;br /&gt;- one of the most profound, innovative and original poets of the 20th century&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7177/1486/1600/Paul%20Celan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7177/1486/320/Paul%20Celan.jpg" border="0" alt="Paul Celan" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;#3 Choi Ji-Woo (68%)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- debut in the 1995 drama War and Love&lt;br /&gt;- noted for her role in the drama series First Love&lt;br /&gt;- Drama Series (Winter Sonata) in March 2002&lt;br /&gt;- romantic comedy movie, Everybody Has Secrets&lt;br /&gt;- Beautiful Days (2001)&lt;br /&gt;- Stairway to Heaven (2003/04)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7177/1486/1600/Choi%20Ji-Woo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7177/1486/320/Choi%20Ji-Woo.jpg" border="0" alt="Choi Ji-Woo" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;#4 Leon Lai 黎明 (67%)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cantopop singer&lt;br /&gt;- star of several Hong Kong movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7177/1486/1600/Leon%20Lai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7177/1486/320/Leon%20Lai.jpg" border="0" alt="Leon Lai" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;#5 Chow Yun-Fat周潤發 (66%)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- internationally recognized screen actors&lt;br /&gt;- more intense version of Cary Grant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7177/1486/1600/Chow%20YunFat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7177/1486/320/Chow%20YunFat.jpg" 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Raccoon&lt;br /&gt;- plays the leading role of Sayuri in the adaptation of the international bestseller Memoirs Of A Geisha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7177/1486/1600/Zhang%20Ziyi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7177/1486/320/Zhang%20Ziyi.jpg" border="0" alt="Zhang Ziyi" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;#7 Tyra Banks (61%)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- supermodel&lt;br /&gt;- actress&lt;br /&gt;- television personality&lt;br /&gt;- talk show host&lt;br /&gt;- top models in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7177/1486/1600/Tyra%20Banks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7177/1486/320/Tyra%20Banks.jpg" border="0" alt="Tyra Banks" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;#8 Kim Hee-sun 김희선  金喜善 (61%)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- beginning in 1997 with Repechage&lt;br /&gt;- Ghost in Love in 1999&lt;br /&gt;- big-budget martial arts fantasy Bichunmoo&lt;br /&gt;- starring as an animator in Wanee and Junah&lt;br /&gt;- model&lt;br /&gt;- presenter&lt;br /&gt;- A Letter From Mars&lt;br /&gt;[DIFFICULTIES UPLOADING THIS PARTICULAR PICTURE. LOOK &lt;a href="hk.geocities.com/willsa01/kimheesun1.html"&gt;hk.geocities.com/willsa01/kimheesun1.html&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;#9 Rani Mukerji (61%)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- debut in Raja Ki Aayegi Baraat in 1996&lt;br /&gt;- Ghulam (1998)&lt;br /&gt;- Kuch Kuch Hota Hai (1998)&lt;br /&gt;- Hey Ram (2000)&lt;br /&gt;- Kabhi Khushi Kabhie Gham (2001)&lt;br /&gt;- Veer-Zaara&lt;br /&gt;- Black &lt;br /&gt;- Bunty aur Babli &lt;br /&gt;- The Rising&lt;br /&gt;- Paheli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7177/1486/1600/Rani%20Mukherjee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7177/1486/320/Rani%20Mukherjee.jpg" border="0" alt="Rani Mukherjee" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;#10 Deng Xiaoping 鄧小平(61%)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- leader in the Communist Party of China (CPC)&lt;br /&gt;- never held office as the head of state or the head of government&lt;br /&gt;- de facto ruler of the People's Republic of China from the late 1970s to the early 1990s&lt;br /&gt;- pioneered "Socialism with Chinese characteristics" &amp; Chinese economic reform&lt;br /&gt;- Maoists accuse him of returning the country to capitalism&lt;br /&gt;- formed the core of the "second generation" CPC leadership&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7177/1486/1600/DengXiaoping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7177/1486/320/DengXiaoping.jpg" border="0" alt="Deng Xiaoping" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;#11 Hugh Grant (59%)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- played American stereotype of an Englishman&lt;br /&gt;- film debut in 1982 with Oxford-financed Privileged&lt;br /&gt;- Impromptu&lt;br /&gt;- The Remains of the Day (1993)&lt;br /&gt;- Four Weddings and a Funeral (1994)&lt;br /&gt;- Sense and Sensibility&lt;br /&gt;- Notting Hill&lt;br /&gt;- Bridget Jones's Diary (2001)&lt;br /&gt;- About a Boy (2002)&lt;br /&gt;- Two Weeks Notice (2002)&lt;br /&gt;- Love Actually&lt;br /&gt;- the sequel to Bridget Jones's Diary, Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7177/1486/1600/Hugh%20Grant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7177/1486/320/Hugh%20Grant.jpg" border="0" alt="Hugh Grant" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;#12 Iris Chang 张纯如 (59%)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- freelance Chinese American historian and journalist&lt;br /&gt;- popular but controversial account of the Nanjing Massacre, The Rape of Nanking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7177/1486/1600/Iris%20Chang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7177/1486/320/Iris%20Chang.jpg" border="0" alt="Iris Chang" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[just in case you wanted to see the cover of The Rape of Nanking &gt;&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7177/1486/1600/TheRapeofNanking%20Cover.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7177/1486/200/TheRapeofNanking%20Cover.0.jpg" border="0" alt="The Rape of Nanking" /&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;___________X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Lingxuan has said, I cannot see any similarities, other than the 2 eyes, 1 nose, blahblahs etc. [; but, enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Just for VIEWING PLEASURE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-114295074092798968?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/114295074092798968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=114295074092798968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114295074092798968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114295074092798968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/03/ive-tried-out-myheritage-quiz-too.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-114293475017275634</id><published>2006-03-21T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T17:52:30.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I`m getting a headrush here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/info/85540" target="_blank"&gt;Brilliant skin&lt;/a&gt;. Lovely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-114293475017275634?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/114293475017275634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=114293475017275634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114293475017275634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114293475017275634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-getting-headrush-here.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-114293360058613652</id><published>2006-03-21T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T17:37:37.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(: Sharing session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7177/1486/1600/sleepyco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7177/1486/320/sleepyco.jpg" border="0" alt="Pink. Rabbit. Sweet. And sleepy." /&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;2. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7177/1486/1600/sheepo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7177/1486/320/sheepo.jpg" border="0" alt="MehMehs. BahBahs. Adore sheeps (;" /&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;3. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7177/1486/1600/nm9.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7177/1486/320/nm9.0.jpg" border="0" alt="Nice colour scheme." /&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;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Take note that I didn`t create those.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don`t know who did those avatars, but if you do come across them and recognised it as your work, drop me a tag.&lt;br /&gt;I would credit you and/or take them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.winged-angel.net/starjar/" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Wish with the Stars&lt;/a&gt;. I did one [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-114293360058613652?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/114293360058613652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=114293360058613652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114293360058613652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114293360058613652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/03/sharing-session.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-114284763499960648</id><published>2006-03-20T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T17:40:35.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It`s raining.&lt;br /&gt;Heavily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;MEMORABLE QUOTE(S) OF THE DAY&lt;/U&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME&lt;/b&gt;: Isn`t the darksky so romantic?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mum snorts.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME&lt;/b&gt;: [ignoring her..] Isn`t the rain SOO ROMANTIC?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUM&lt;/b&gt;: ROMANTIC YOUR HEAD LARHS! Go awaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know she misses dad.&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don`t really mug as much as they like to think I do.&lt;br /&gt;Hmms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHgross.&lt;br /&gt;That fish is staring back at me..&lt;br /&gt;Yups, I`m a bit insane today.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Hazmil said this to me, "Why is it that you can be such a bitch but people still respect you?"&lt;br /&gt;"Because, I`m only slight nasty to you." Lol.&lt;br /&gt;"Why?!"&lt;br /&gt;"Because I know, you can tahan it." &lt;br /&gt;*bats my eyelids innocently* MUWHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-114284763499960648?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/114284763499960648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=114284763499960648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114284763499960648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114284763499960648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-raining.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-114234958828477815</id><published>2006-03-14T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T23:28:06.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My 75th post!&lt;br /&gt;Yes (;&lt;br /&gt;I`ve scored an A1 for my blogging!&lt;br /&gt;Lol, lame.. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to introduce 'Geek In The Pink'.&lt;br /&gt;It`s sang by Jason Mraz, in his 'Mr. A-Z' album.&lt;br /&gt;Nice song.&lt;br /&gt;Really catchy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes (the lyrics)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(record scratching sounds)&lt;br /&gt;(rapper) yo, brother a to z&lt;br /&gt;(mraz) yo, whassup b?&lt;br /&gt;(rapper) yo, what time is it?&lt;br /&gt;(mraz) haha it's laundry day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, let the geek in the pink take a stab at it&lt;br /&gt;if you like the way i'm thinkin' baby wink at it&lt;br /&gt;i may be skinny at times but i'm fat fulla rhymes&lt;br /&gt;pass me the mic and i'm a grab at it &lt;br /&gt;well, isn't it delicious, crazy way that i'm kissin'&lt;br /&gt;'cause baby listen to this, don't wanna miss it while it's hittin'&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you gotta fit in to get in&lt;br /&gt;but don't ever quit cause soon i'm gonna let you in but see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't care what she might think about me&lt;br /&gt;you can vibe without me if you want&lt;br /&gt;i could be the one to take her home&lt;br /&gt;baby we could rock the night alone&lt;br /&gt;if we never get down it wouldn't be a let down&lt;br /&gt;but sugar don't forget what you already know&lt;br /&gt;i could be the one to turn you out&lt;br /&gt;we could be the talk across the town&lt;br /&gt;don't judge me by the color, confuse it for another&lt;br /&gt;you might regret what you let slip away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the geek in the pink&lt;br /&gt;like the geek in the pink, pink, pink&lt;br /&gt;the geek in the pink, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well this relationship fodder don't mean to bother nobody&lt;br /&gt;but cupid's automatic musta fired multiple shots at her&lt;br /&gt;because she fall in love too often that's what the matter&lt;br /&gt;at least i talk about it keep a pattern of flattery and &lt;br /&gt;she was starin' through the doorframe&lt;br /&gt;eyeing me down like already a bad boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;well she can get her toys outta the drawer then&lt;br /&gt;cause i ain't comin' home i don't need that attention, see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't care what she might think about me&lt;br /&gt;you'll get by without me if she wants&lt;br /&gt;i could be the one to take her home&lt;br /&gt;baby we could rock the night alone&lt;br /&gt;if we never get down it wouldn't be the let down&lt;br /&gt;but sugar don't forget what you already know&lt;br /&gt;i could be the one to turn you out&lt;br /&gt;we could be the talk across the town&lt;br /&gt;don't judge it by the color, confuse it for another&lt;br /&gt;you might regret what you let slip away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey baby look at me go&lt;br /&gt;from zero to hero&lt;br /&gt;you better take it from a geek like me&lt;br /&gt;i can save you from unoriginal dum-dums&lt;br /&gt;who wouldn't care if you com...plete him or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what i've got a short attention span&lt;br /&gt;a coke in my hand&lt;br /&gt;because i'd rather have the afternoon, relax and understand&lt;br /&gt;my hip hop and flip-flops it don't stop with the light rock&lt;br /&gt;a shot to mock you kinda puts me in the tight spot&lt;br /&gt;the hype is nothing more than hoo-ha so i'm&lt;br /&gt;developing a language and i'm callin' it my own&lt;br /&gt;so take a peek into the speaker and you'll see what i mean&lt;br /&gt;that on the other side the grass is greener&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't care what she might think about me&lt;br /&gt;you'll get by without me if you want&lt;br /&gt;i could be the one to take you/her home&lt;br /&gt;baby we could rock the night alone&lt;br /&gt;if we never get down it wouldn't be the let down&lt;br /&gt;but sugar don't forget what you already know&lt;br /&gt;i could be the one to turn you out/on&lt;br /&gt;we could be the talk across the town&lt;br /&gt;don't judge it by the color, confuse it for another&lt;br /&gt;you might regret what you let slip away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the geek in the pink&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm the geek in the pink, yo pink pink&lt;br /&gt;geek is the color for fall, i'm the geek in the pink yeah&lt;br /&gt;so i'm the geek yo, in the pink yo. &lt;br /&gt;hahah, y'all geek is the new color for fall&lt;br /&gt;i'm the geek in the pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TheEnd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I think Jason Mraz is quite good a singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don`t like him, or this song, you can leave a polite comment.&lt;br /&gt;If you can`t bear to even write polite words about him or the song, don`t bother COMMENTING.&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, if what I said is ignored, your disrespectful comments will just be deleted. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like him, or this song, leave a NICE comment (:&lt;br /&gt;Just don`t stay going all insanitic all him, or the song.&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-114234958828477815?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/114234958828477815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=114234958828477815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114234958828477815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114234958828477815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-75th-post-yes-ive-scored-a1-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-114234856941500984</id><published>2006-03-14T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T23:02:49.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got back from RetailTherapy.&lt;br /&gt;It rocks (;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Girls and Shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a new trackshoe.&lt;br /&gt;Forgot the brand and lazy to check it; lol.&lt;br /&gt;It`s from SportsLink.&lt;br /&gt;The salesguy was really helpful; but i felt awkard and rather helpless when he stared at my foot to determine my shoesize. The shoe`s cutting is really small - for the first time in my life, I`m a size9.&lt;br /&gt;It`s not as light as the another one that I saw.&lt;br /&gt;According to the guy though, it was okay and the one I bought was more suited for running and hence, it was the best choice.&lt;br /&gt;The BEST TWO parts?&lt;br /&gt;NumberOne: It`s a gift from my mum. Cos` I did well in my CA1. Lol, then I asked her for S$200 one. NO! S$100 one? NO! FREEGIFT?! NO!! LOL, thanks Mum (: BUT!! read on..&lt;br /&gt;NumberTwo: The price was slashed by 50%. Can you believe it? It was originally S$80. HA-HA. Decided not to get the NikeAir and the purpleADIDAS ones. It was a spontateous buy.&lt;br /&gt;The other saleman in SportsLink was singing along to the radio, playing SuperStar.&lt;br /&gt;Lol; damned funny.&lt;br /&gt;When I stared at him, HE SANG LOUDER.&lt;br /&gt;WAKAKA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a purple half-coat.&lt;br /&gt;ESprit.&lt;br /&gt;I WEAR MSize.&lt;br /&gt;WOW! Lol (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a lot of stationaries.&lt;br /&gt;From Popular larhs.&lt;br /&gt;Whaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a black headband.&lt;br /&gt;The fringe is totally annoying me.&lt;br /&gt;RAAWR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum didn`t let me get a bag or a flipflop though.&lt;br /&gt;Love the OP flipflops and ANGELbag.&lt;br /&gt;OPflipflops: olivecoloured with brown and darkpink linings.&lt;br /&gt;ANGELbag: black with pinkandpurple decor / purple with blackandpink decor&lt;br /&gt;Real pretty..&lt;br /&gt;Sad ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, there`s still so much to buy!!&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was taking the bus back, this weird freakish guy sat in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;The first stop, I noticed that he would immediately drew up his newspaper to cover his face. Then he will glared at the people coming aboard. After about 5 to 10 seconds, he would slowly lower his newspaper and continued reading.&lt;br /&gt;It happened again at the next stop.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking, ''What is he doing?!''&lt;br /&gt;Then, suddenly the bus JERKED forward.&lt;br /&gt;Up flew the newspaper immediately.&lt;br /&gt;LOL! That guy`s seriously weird.&lt;br /&gt;That`s when I realised that even the slighest jerk, the newspaper would come flying UP at the FASTESTspeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I told my mum to return me the S$40bucks, cos` the trackshoe was a gift mahs.&lt;br /&gt;Then she demanded the receipt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;MEMORABLE QUOTE(S) OF THE DAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME:&lt;/b&gt; Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUM:&lt;/b&gt; Cos` when Daddy come back, must let him see mahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME:&lt;/b&gt; ISN`T THIS A GIFT FROM YOU??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUM:&lt;/b&gt; IS AAHS. Just that Daddy pay wah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I went speechless and gave her the famous O_O;; look.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven`t mugged yet.&lt;br /&gt;Scared!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-114234856941500984?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/114234856941500984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=114234856941500984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114234856941500984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114234856941500984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-got-back-from-retailtherapy.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-114223031871968869</id><published>2006-03-13T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T14:11:58.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari?name=XINRU_90" target="_blank"&gt;Johari`s Window&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Lol; Do me a favour.&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-114223031871968869?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/114223031871968869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=114223031871968869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114223031871968869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114223031871968869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/03/joharis-window.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-114222979098352626</id><published>2006-03-13T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T14:03:11.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.drawapig.desktopcreatures.com" target="_blank"&gt;DrawAPig.DesktopCreatures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Try it out (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-114222979098352626?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/114222979098352626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=114222979098352626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114222979098352626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114222979098352626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/03/drawapig.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-114215130122412329</id><published>2006-03-12T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T16:15:48.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MEMORABLE SPOKEN(S) OF THE DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;#numberOne&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; My mum and I was in the study. She was looking at me, browsing through blogs.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUM:&lt;/b&gt; What is this? (pointing to a blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME:&lt;/b&gt; A blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUM:&lt;/b&gt; What`s a blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME:&lt;/b&gt; A webpage where people, mostly teenagers larhs, post their comments, opinions, blahblahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUM:&lt;/b&gt; Oh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; I was looking through my own blog now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUM:&lt;/b&gt; Whose blog is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME:&lt;/b&gt; Oh. Mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; I was looking through my past entries.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; I noticed my mum edging foward, trying to read as well.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME:&lt;/b&gt; HEY!! What are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUM:&lt;/b&gt; Reading?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME:&lt;/b&gt; CANNOT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUM:&lt;/b&gt; WHY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME:&lt;/b&gt; COS` ONLY TEENAGERS CAN READ THEM. YOU`RE OLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;KABISH- !!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME:&lt;/b&gt; Ouch. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;My mum. And Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-114215130122412329?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/114215130122412329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=114215130122412329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114215130122412329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114215130122412329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/03/memorable-spokens-of-day.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-114209117233448765</id><published>2006-03-11T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T23:32:52.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Honestly, the last few episodes of 'Chinese Paladin', played during the Saturdays` 9PM-11PM slot on Channel U, left me very disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos` everything just kept getting messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There`s xiaoyao and yueru, getting closer and closer.&lt;br /&gt;And he`s just drifting further and further from ling`er.&lt;br /&gt;There`s the issue about his parents as well.&lt;br /&gt;I suspect that he will never find them. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I just couldn`t resist not knowing, I read a short sypnosis. Let`s just say that this is a really nice show but a lot of the characters die. I can`t wait for this show to end, cos` it`s just really entertaining. ILOVEtheACTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actor acting as xiaoyao, HuGe if I`m not wrong, has done a really good job. Expressions are well-portrayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVETHISSHOW.&lt;br /&gt;CATCHITIFYOUCAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT`S WAAYWAAY HIGH IN MY MUST-WATCH LIST.&lt;br /&gt;(Actually, quite a number of such chinese drama serials are waay up there in the list. Guess I love watching them.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish that I have the DVD or something.&lt;br /&gt;Can`t wait to finish watching the whole thing.. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adriano.&lt;br /&gt;GONG.&lt;br /&gt;Lol [;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-114209117233448765?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/114209117233448765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=114209117233448765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114209117233448765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114209117233448765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/03/honestly-last-few-episodes-of-chinese.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-114199621512187148</id><published>2006-03-10T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T21:10:15.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hope you guys enjoy your MarchHoliday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBBoys - Don`t get lost in Pulau Ubin. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;NPCC - Hope you guys can survive the tough trainings.&lt;br /&gt;SJAB - Hope you guys can survive too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-114199621512187148?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/114199621512187148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=114199621512187148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114199621512187148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114199621512187148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/03/hope-you-guys-enjoy-your-marchholiday.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-114199584006312204</id><published>2006-03-10T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T21:04:01.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHEES~&lt;br /&gt;Dad called back.&lt;br /&gt;(: HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-114199584006312204?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/114199584006312204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=114199584006312204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114199584006312204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114199584006312204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/03/whees-dad-called-back.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-114199485372526439</id><published>2006-03-10T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T20:47:33.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I`m going to start 'MEMORABLE QUOTE(S) OF THE DAY'.&lt;br /&gt;People that I meet and me, myself, will help fill this up.&lt;br /&gt;LOL [: Now, I have my daily source of entertainment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-114199485372526439?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/114199485372526439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=114199485372526439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114199485372526439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114199485372526439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-going-to-start-memorable-quotes-of.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-114199446883377356</id><published>2006-03-10T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T20:41:08.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOT OF HOLIDAY HOMEWORK.&lt;br /&gt;PANIC!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AdditionalMathematics&lt;br /&gt;ElementaryMathematics&lt;br /&gt;Physics&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;English&lt;br /&gt;Chinese&lt;br /&gt;SocialStudies&lt;br /&gt;Geography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Yups, all subjects.&lt;br /&gt;Either homework, revision or BOTH -.-&lt;br /&gt;HISS. PISS. BAM-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOS#&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-114199446883377356?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/114199446883377356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=114199446883377356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114199446883377356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114199446883377356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/03/lot-of-holiday-homework.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-114199398934168417</id><published>2006-03-10T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T20:33:09.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chemistry was boring.&lt;br /&gt;Gurong and Jonathan took turns volunteering me to answer questions.&lt;br /&gt;Horrible. TskTsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physical Education.&lt;br /&gt;Really need to focus on the starting postition.&lt;br /&gt;It totally drags me down.&lt;br /&gt;SLOW Start..&lt;br /&gt;Captain Ball. Speechless.&lt;br /&gt;Stood there and posed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English.&lt;br /&gt;HEART &lt;3 POPPOP POPPOP.&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;''Momma, Don`t Kill Me'' is LOVELY [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology.&lt;br /&gt;SLACK.&lt;br /&gt;SCREAM.&lt;br /&gt;SLACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;Slack.&lt;br /&gt;Scream.&lt;br /&gt;Slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elementary Mathematics.&lt;br /&gt;Go through ACS and AMK.&lt;br /&gt;Cedar`s really difficult though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-114199398934168417?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/114199398934168417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=114199398934168417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114199398934168417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114199398934168417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/03/chemistry-was-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-114199365362238323</id><published>2006-03-10T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T20:27:33.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After slogging so hard for this term, there is finally a significant improvement.&lt;br /&gt;[; I`m &lt;u&gt;finally&lt;/u&gt; passing ALL my tests.&lt;br /&gt;(Don`t consider pop quizzes - I don`t really study them. Yawns.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Averaging a B3grade.&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS BLISS.&lt;br /&gt;Lol (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7177/1486/320/secondary4%20term1%20CA1%20resultslip.jpg" border="0" alt="Secondary4 Term1 CA1 ResultSlip" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muwhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-114199365362238323?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/114199365362238323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=114199365362238323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114199365362238323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114199365362238323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/03/whaha.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-114155888453693159</id><published>2006-03-05T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T19:41:24.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;When his little girl,&lt;br /&gt;though not biological,&lt;br /&gt;went missing,&lt;br /&gt;weren't you there,&lt;br /&gt;to witness his fears, &lt;br /&gt;his worries, his anxiety?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When his little girl,&lt;br /&gt;had been confirmed,&lt;br /&gt;to meet a tragic end,&lt;br /&gt;were you there, &lt;br /&gt;to see his tears,&lt;br /&gt;his sorrows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When his little girl,&lt;br /&gt;is no longer here,&lt;br /&gt;was anyone present,&lt;br /&gt;in his heart and mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few days,&lt;br /&gt;you've been helping him, &lt;br /&gt;paste pamplets island-wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it ain't long,&lt;br /&gt;you should have some impression of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is that impression casted away,&lt;br /&gt;even before he is trial?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Innocent until proven otherwise',&lt;br /&gt;do you not remember this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His little girl,&lt;br /&gt;might not have been harmed by him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep an open mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prays for TheLittleGirl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-114155888453693159?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/114155888453693159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=114155888453693159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114155888453693159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114155888453693159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/03/when-his-little-girl-though-not.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-114147667397645768</id><published>2006-03-04T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T20:51:13.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ILOVEPOTATOS.&lt;br /&gt;Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DaChi better stop calling me LittlePotato.&lt;br /&gt;Or sing the weirdweird PotatoSong.&lt;br /&gt;Bahs; sounds bad &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''LittlePotato. HAH! HA-HA Not~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bam. There, we go.&lt;br /&gt;Again (._.)&lt;br /&gt;Kissed &lt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-114147667397645768?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/114147667397645768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=114147667397645768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114147667397645768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114147667397645768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/03/ilovepotatos.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-114139058153886049</id><published>2006-03-03T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T20:56:21.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Check out the link below.&lt;br /&gt;I think the layout is pretty nice.&lt;br /&gt;However, I don't want to change my latest layout yet.&lt;br /&gt;(: Like it, just the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/info/83592" target="_blank"&gt;The Cold Reminisce&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BITEBITE.&lt;br /&gt;BITEBITE.&lt;br /&gt;dears, and luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-114139058153886049?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/114139058153886049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=114139058153886049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114139058153886049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114139058153886049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/03/check-out-link-below.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-114130406441919352</id><published>2006-03-02T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T20:54:24.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font colour= red&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;WARNING!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; do &lt;u&gt;JOHN'S TEN10 PINK VIOLET QUEST&lt;/u&gt; at &lt;b&gt;LITH HARBOUR&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUMPJUMPJUMP.&lt;br /&gt;Like nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PISSEDoff&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-114130406441919352?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/114130406441919352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=114130406441919352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114130406441919352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114130406441919352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/03/warning-do-not-do-johns-ten10-pink.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-114130275956186161</id><published>2006-03-02T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T20:32:47.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>David said this (on Dorothy's blog), ''The difference between boys and girls is that boys can make decisions faster... Unlike you, we don't cross reference, compare and contrast, and infer, blahblahblah... Wahaha."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, IT'S TRUE.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S ALL TRUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aahs.&lt;br /&gt;Run for cover.&lt;br /&gt;Hide yourself, Deny yourself of the Truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for everyone's information, the name on my class jersey is ;xin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally, it was ;xin`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, yingru informed me not to use the ` as TeamBanana's members had it on the nicks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_O&lt;br /&gt;It was the famous 'WHAT THE...' moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________..__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maple's getting really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorothy's really funny.&lt;br /&gt;Going into all the wrong portals, getting killed by monsters for all the wrong reasons.&lt;br /&gt;She's really restless; can't keep still - hence, resulting in her death.  OVER and OVER and OVER and OVER and OVER and ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memoirs is even cooler.&lt;br /&gt;What with 317guy, dorothy, yingru and me hogging the screen.&lt;br /&gt;Plusplus, the occasionally nellie and xiaoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;A big thankyou (: to the following:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;317guy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(for helping me gather 31 Orange Mushroom Caps which enabled me to finish my Reason Behind Mushrooms quest)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amanda&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(for being able to stand my noobiness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dorothy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(for just being there to laugh with me, protecting me from the ugly green snails, and being a source of entertainment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jonathan&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(for being so patient when he's teaching me about SP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shumin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(for popping out every now and then)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;XiaoMing&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(for bringing me to Wing the Faerie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yingru&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(for creating the Memoirs, changing PepperMint to Cookie, and helping me to Henesys)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;A big note to 317guy:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; edible.&lt;br /&gt;HA-HA.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a &lt;b&gt;MUSHROOM&lt;/b&gt; with &lt;b&gt;LEGS&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Lol; jk.&lt;br /&gt;Don't care.. I just know that you can't eat me (:&lt;br /&gt;Raawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________''__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao darling.&lt;br /&gt;E4ians, 2.4KM Run tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Have fun, trying or dying.&lt;br /&gt;x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-114130275956186161?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/114130275956186161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=114130275956186161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114130275956186161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114130275956186161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/03/david-said-this-on-dorothys-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-114120859317675077</id><published>2006-03-01T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T18:23:13.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Perhaps, you guys could suggest a topic for me to write.&lt;br /&gt;Or else, this blog is going to get REALLY REALLY boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have yet to put up my portfolio, profile, playlist etcetc.&lt;br /&gt;BahBaahs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-114120859317675077?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/114120859317675077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=114120859317675077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114120859317675077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114120859317675077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/03/perhaps-you-guys-could-suggest-topic.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-114110832481604771</id><published>2006-02-28T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T14:32:04.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I promise to update soon.&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's really boring, but I haven't got something to type on..&lt;br /&gt;(No, I don't want to discuss about Tammy, NYP, or database system.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Writer's&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger's block.&lt;br /&gt;I ain't a writer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-114110832481604771?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/114110832481604771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=114110832481604771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114110832481604771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114110832481604771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-promise-to-update-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-114095537763946869</id><published>2006-02-26T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T20:02:57.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;BEEN STUDYING AMATHS FOR THE PAST 6HOURS.&lt;br /&gt;I HAD BETTER, AT LEAST, PASS IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMATHS FORMUALS ARE FLYING RAPIDLY THROUGH MY BRAIN.&lt;br /&gt;IT HURTS.&lt;br /&gt;REAL BADLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICHELLE + MATHEMATICS = INSANITY.&lt;br /&gt;Lol, just kidding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-114095537763946869?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/114095537763946869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=114095537763946869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114095537763946869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114095537763946869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/02/whaha.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-114078580834633422</id><published>2006-02-24T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T20:56:48.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really have to mention this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine myself, married.&lt;br /&gt;To a 7-Elven owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW.&lt;br /&gt;Would the kid be a Pepsi bottle?&lt;br /&gt;(lol; jk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kid would be pretty awesome (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-114078580834633422?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/114078580834633422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=114078580834633422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114078580834633422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114078580834633422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-really-have-to-mention-this.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-114043995797037763</id><published>2006-02-20T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T20:52:37.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The below is quoted from &lt;a href="http://www.flixster.com/mct.do?displayMctDetail=" target="_blank"&gt;Flixster&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''For best results, take the MCT in a well-lit room in a single sitting with as few distractions as possible. We do not recommend taking the MCT on an empty stomach or while under the influnce of alcohol. Actually, a little alcohol is fine. But not too much, ok? Flixster makes no warranties, guarantees, parentees or other kinds of -antees about the validity of the results of the MCT. Its your life, you are responsible for your own decisions. You may well get along great with someone even though you like none of the same movies. Honestly we doubt it though. Trust the test. Ignore the results of the MCT at your own risk. And when shit goes wrong later on, don't say we didn't warn you. Good luck!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so true. It's your life. You are responsible for whatever consequences that there are, the results of your decisions and actions. You can't blame others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish, though, that I can lose my mind sometimes, and just scream some crap at someone. Make them feel screwed-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/gagging.&lt;br /&gt;ciao, baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-114043995797037763?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/114043995797037763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=114043995797037763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114043995797037763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114043995797037763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/02/below-is-quoted-from-flixster.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-114026564379865508</id><published>2006-02-18T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T20:27:23.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DARN phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad called back earlier, from Britain.&lt;br /&gt;However, the reception was really bad.&lt;br /&gt;The conversation was ended abruptly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_O'||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope daddy calls back soon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-114026564379865508?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/114026564379865508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=114026564379865508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114026564379865508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/114026564379865508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/02/darn-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-113965992788252703</id><published>2006-02-11T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T20:16:21.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To protect all innocents, names will not be revealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading his's latest post, Poor Effort. Less than 1/5 of the tin filled!, made me reflected (again) about Community Involvement Project (CIP). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My guess, it's only a guess and MINE, is that schools volunteer their students to help charities raise funds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, early in the morning, our form teacher had strolled into the class with a smile. Five minutes later, her face had darkened significantly and she looked pretty tensed. Feeling uneasy, I kept quiet immediately and observed her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started mentioning about how we had clearly not put in an effort to raise fund for a particular charity. In her hand, she clenched a list of names. Besides the column of names, were appuarently how much of the tin we had filled. For most of us, it seemed that we had done little, we hadn't even tried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started mentioning names of who that had not put in an effort. Feeling confident that my name would not be mentioned, as I remember that my tin was 1/4 to 1/3 filled, my mouth just dropped open when she called it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shock gave way to feeling pissed when she stated that we had to write a 400 word reflection about how we had fared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a Saturday, when we could have been resting and just doing our homework, most of us went down to do our CIP. Granted that, probably 75% did not had any intention to really persuade the members of the public to donate generous. At least, we had bothered to head down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally had no idea which charity that was, who will benefit from the donations. All I knew was that I would be going down and I would try my best to do at least a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet this comes across as us, being spoiled brats who knows nothing of others' sufferings. That is not true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had been forced to do CIP, which in this time 'round, was to help charities. I have always felt that you need to feel strongly and passionately about something to do it well. Likewise, to help raise funds for charities, you need to be a willing volunteer. In my opinion, getting students to help is not the best way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The NKF saga was still fresh on Singaporeans' minds. Expecting a full tin, is unbelievably weird. People are now even more cautious of which charitable organisation they are donating to. Some have even lost all confidence in such charity. A member of the public had remarked to my friend, ''Aiya, xiao meimei bu yao pian ren lar. Gei ni liang mao lar." The translation would be "Aiya, little girl, don't bluff people lar. Give you 20cents lar." See what I mean? It's horrendous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they wanted a full tin, the least they could do was to make a mention of it. I had believed that doing our best, putting in effort was enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With so many R&amp;R (Please do not enter the MRT, shopping malls, blahblahs), where are we going to find some many donors? People do not hang out on the streets, I'm sure you're aware of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man, busking illegally outside a shopping mall, reprimanded me for stealing his livelihood by asking for donations nearby. Even when I moved further away, he warned me to stop collecting donations so nearby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had approached three policemen. One of them apologise about how he did not had cash with him. The other two, just walked on and were sort of smirking to themselves. I felt like an absolute idiot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never felt good while doing flagdays. People are just too cautious of us. They stared. They pointed. They snapped at us. They gave us expressionless looks. But, they never offered any donations. Perhaps, we need to do stunts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my 400 word reflection, I wrote the truth. About how people shy theirselves away from us. About how the outcome would be the same if I had to do it all over again. It's heartfelt, and I meant it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the point in the end? They are unsatisfied with our efforts. We are unhappy because they made some much demands. They want full tins, they want results. We are unable to do so, hence we are asked to reflect - through a 400 word essay, no less. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do they think that is a problem with our moral values? That we do not care about the unfortunate and needy? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many that needs help. There only only so many of us. What can we do if members of the public do not donate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I really feel that schools and teachers are doing this to gain a better reputation for the school. To gain attention. To gain publicity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another friend of mine commented that our form teacher scolded us because we had embarrassed her. We made her angry, we made her lose her pride. Most likely, a teacher had approached her and asked her why did the class do so badly being the best class in the the cohort. She had probably lost her cool and gave the class a piece of her mind. He had noticed that when she was scolding us, she had mentioned ''lost her face'' in her sentence [ i had noticed it too]. He felt that it was meaningless, pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another friend proved the meaningless of flagday by mentioning that even someone who had not been punished, whom did not need to write a reflection was also pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another friend said that they laughed with their teacher and told their teacher to feedback ''check for notes''. Apparently, according to the teacher, the tins were weighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I have never felt good while doing CIP before. After I handed in the tin though, I always feel a sense of achievement, encouragement to do better the next time and satisfaction, knowing that whatever amount there is in the tin would go towards the needy and help them. I have tried my best. I have put in effort. And now, I do not feel good after doing CIP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel forced.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like an idiot (being told to do our best, which in the end, is not good enough for them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An idiot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-113965992788252703?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/113965992788252703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=113965992788252703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/113965992788252703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/113965992788252703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/02/to-protect-all-innocents-names-will.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-113931776795242460</id><published>2006-02-07T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T21:09:27.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This post is dedicated to &lt;u&gt;HAMBURGER&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;In Loving Memory of the LITTLE critter who loved to run her wheels in the middle of the night and sleep on her side, all curled up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get drunk easily.&lt;br /&gt;Embarrasing. Totally. I had only drank a quarter cup of Tiger Beer, a few mouthful of Gin and Tonic, half a cup of red wine, and I was drunk. Raving about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, not a long post afterall (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamburger, ...&lt;br /&gt;Miss me from your nutty heaven.&lt;br /&gt;I will always remember how you climbed up your wheels, whom you liked, what food you loved, where you liked to sleep, when you woke up, why you were so sweet and cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-113931776795242460?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/113931776795242460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=113931776795242460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/113931776795242460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/113931776795242460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-post-is-dedicated-to-hamburger.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-113895241740865026</id><published>2006-02-03T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T15:40:17.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Patrick the Starfish and SpongeBob Square Pants both exited their house, at the exact second. As they were neighbours, they greeted each other. Just right at that moment, a red-and-blue housefly flew pass... And Patrick and SpongeBob start throwing blows on one another."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the above story make sense? NO?! &lt;br /&gt;Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what my life feels like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pile of nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life feels like it's made up of this big pile of nonsense, divided into years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to break out.&lt;br /&gt;I need to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are incapable of doing so.&lt;br /&gt;They can barely see beyond their own needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, my life will change for the better.&lt;br /&gt;With a new group of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, it has only been a walk home with them, but I was laughing all the way.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't laugh like that for a long time, with friends anyway.&lt;br /&gt;They laugh at jokes, kid around - basically adopt a really relaxed behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No snapping.&lt;br /&gt;No thinking that you are a crazy lunatic.&lt;br /&gt;No thinking that you are just another bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same old people.&lt;br /&gt;Same old faces.&lt;br /&gt;We start taking things and each other for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't a comparison.&lt;br /&gt;This is, hopefully, a wake-up reminder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;So are those beside us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that, in this fast-pace, hectic world, with our jam-packed schedule, we still have kindness and love.&lt;br /&gt;We still care.&lt;br /&gt;For our family, relatives, friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep on loving &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       _______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a new direction in life (: &lt;br /&gt;And I have a new belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Indiviuals can make it happen. On their own.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might beg to differ.&lt;br /&gt;You might totally disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, you know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a shit about what you care about my new belief.&lt;br /&gt;Simply because, it is MINE belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to believe it.&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to agree with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         _____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarahe, baabies.&lt;br /&gt;That is 'I love you'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, I truly do. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just keep believing.&lt;br /&gt;In yourself.&lt;br /&gt;And Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-113895241740865026?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/113895241740865026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=113895241740865026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/113895241740865026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/113895241740865026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/02/patrick-starfish-and-spongebob-square.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-113888593555851557</id><published>2006-02-02T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T21:12:15.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;#number01&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad for nt updating my blog &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a short post; better than NOTHING, right? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;#number02&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just helped someone in MAPLE.&lt;br /&gt;Not much an accomplishment, but it makes me HAPPY (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;#number03&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEMISTRY.&lt;br /&gt;What can I say..?&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;#number04&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of tests next week.&lt;br /&gt;Remember to mug and mug; give it 75% of all you've got.&lt;br /&gt;LOL, does it even make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. BYEBYE*&lt;br /&gt;Hope this last :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-113888593555851557?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/113888593555851557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=113888593555851557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/113888593555851557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/113888593555851557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/02/number01-heres-short-post-better-than.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-113827444385012979</id><published>2006-01-26T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T19:20:43.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I will fail Chemistry tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Reason being, I am unable to even concentrate.&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like shutting myself down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel crappy.&lt;br /&gt;Really in a bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;I hate being sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRWee made me so embarassed today.&lt;br /&gt;He asked me if I was ill in the canteen, in front of everybody.&lt;br /&gt;MAAN, it was damned embarrasing.&lt;br /&gt;I think I will avoid that guy the next time.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing good happens whenever I bump into him.&lt;br /&gt;O_O'||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-113827444385012979?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/113827444385012979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=113827444385012979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/113827444385012979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/113827444385012979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-think-i-will-fail-chemistry-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-113802226877061600</id><published>2006-01-23T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T21:17:48.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;My Childhood Memories&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In playschool, I was always standing at the front of the line, because poor me was, and still is, extremely short. Come to think of it, I was a total angel in playschool - my tcher must have really loved me. I mean, I was the perfect child maan. I ate nicely, I nvr had a wrinkle on my uniform, I didn't played with dirty little boys etc. I was the role model for the PERFECT GIRLISH GIRL O_O ; quite snobbish then. This, my family, has to take the blame. Being the firstborn, I was affectionately known as the DARLING PRINCESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In kindergarten1, I learned how to scream REALLY REALLY LOUD. I didn't like going to school, and was always late. I remembered that there was a time when I only turned up for school at 11.30AM, but school had already ended at 10.30AM (my gran insisted that I went there for a look). Dragged to school at what I had deemed an unearthly hour (9.00AM, I think), I would just go into ANGRY-mode, and cry and scream. I think my tchers hate me then. I WAS TRULY THE LITTLE DEVIL. LOL (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In kindergarten2, I was a lot more quiet, a lot more mellow. Always, just sitting there, .. SLEEPING! Truly a terror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In primary1, I was really obediant, as my school was really strict with little brats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In primary2, I was really quiet too, because I was in a sucky class after a school-transfer. Too ashamed to even cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In sembawangprimaryschool, I made the BIGGEST HOOHAH a little brat could make. I was truly scary - thinking back, I really must laugh. Maan, I was THAT bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A LOT, A LOT MORE MELLOW NOW in secondary4 (:&lt;br /&gt;Still able to scream REALLY REALLY LOUD if needed to. LOL x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-113802226877061600?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/113802226877061600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=113802226877061600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/113802226877061600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/113802226877061600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-childhood-memories-in-playschool-i.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-113801031056597710</id><published>2006-01-23T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T17:58:30.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I apologised for no new postings.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't feel like publishing crappy works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise, an extra lengthy post, full of interesting events when I (FINALLY!) get over this ''writer's block'' (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, hang on.&lt;br /&gt;LOL (x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-113801031056597710?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/113801031056597710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=113801031056597710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/113801031056597710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/113801031056597710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-apologised-for-no-new-postings.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-113766158049223491</id><published>2006-01-19T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T17:06:20.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>19JANUARY2006&lt;br /&gt;DAYS THAT CANNOT GET ANYMORE CRAPPIER, LOUSIER, AND SUCKIER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baahs.&lt;br /&gt;I wish Salleh could have gotten a new badminton partner.&lt;br /&gt;I totally suck at badmintion.&lt;br /&gt;SCRATCH THAT.&lt;br /&gt;I totally suck at almost everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, Jiazheng is right, you knw.&lt;br /&gt;When I play football, the ball hits me; and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_O&lt;br /&gt;THIS ENTRY SUCKS TOO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-113766158049223491?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/113766158049223491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=113766158049223491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/113766158049223491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/113766158049223491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/01/19january2006-days-that-cannot-get.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-113749916176116878</id><published>2006-01-17T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T19:59:21.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAMTARO.&lt;br /&gt;HAMTARO.&lt;br /&gt;BIJOU.&lt;br /&gt;BIJOU.&lt;br /&gt;BOSS.&lt;br /&gt;BOSS.&lt;br /&gt;SAM.&lt;br /&gt;SAM.&lt;br /&gt;SANDY.&lt;br /&gt;SANDY.&lt;br /&gt;NERDY.&lt;br /&gt;NERDY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS THAT HAMSTER SHOW. &lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Should catch it this SATURDAY, at 9 AM.&lt;br /&gt;Exclusively on KidsCentral ONLY.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nastygirl*&lt;br /&gt;evilgirl*&lt;br /&gt;yearight*&lt;br /&gt;fxxker*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;garhs.&lt;br /&gt;roars.&lt;br /&gt;rarx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                   miss you.&lt;br /&gt;and only you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-113749916176116878?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/113749916176116878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=113749916176116878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/113749916176116878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/113749916176116878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/01/hamtaro.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-113716106107825950</id><published>2006-01-13T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T22:13:32.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, 13th January 2006, a Friday.&lt;br /&gt;A Friday the 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way to school, the bus was freaking crowded. I had difficulty squeesing up, thank god I did though. Anyway when I was up there, I banged into people, people banged into me. It's an ouch with a capital O, man. &lt;br /&gt;spell B R U I S E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During OYL, MsChia asked Amanda and me what are we planning to do with our secondary three03 topics. I was feeling really stressed-out there; here I was, doing my chemistry notes in my spare time before lessons begin, and she had to come and ask me this question.. I felt awkward and awful. The bell saved me from answering her, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;spell R E L I E F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Chemistry lesson next. Nothing much, time passed really quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dreading my next lesson after Chemistry, Physical Education. I really really detest playing badmintion during PE, mainly because I suck at it. I can hardly serve properly, let alone taking aim and hitting the target. Yet, my worst nightmare was about to come alive - pairing with a GUY. Our class's guys are fantastic at that sport, while I totally f*ck the game up. Having to pair with a guy just do unnecessary pressure and stress on me. I feel the burden, lalala. I was paired with Salleh. My first thought, "OMG. HELP ME!". Salleh totally rocks the sport; I am so going to drag him down. It proved clearly that I am just a hindrance to Salleh's normal badmintion style. My body language was screaming, "WELL. TAKE A SHOT AT ME. I SUCK AT BADMINTION. WOO~! TAKE A SHOT, TAKE A SHOT. HERE I WILL BE STANDING, LIKE A STATUE!" Darn it; LOL (X Thank god that Salleh is a strong player; sigh, I am so sorry, Salleh. I wish you wouldn't so unlucky to have choosen me. I am the worst badmintion player I have ever seen. O_O truth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English. YAWN. English. YAWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREEperiod. YES!! I did my weekend English homework then. No more Biology, no more burden. I FEEL SO GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________ aftersch..,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rushed out to meet Amanda and Yingru; we were going to Bugis Edge and Bugis Street. I bought an angel necklace and a keychain there. The necklace is so sweet. (: and the keychain is cake-shaped, topped with strawberries. DROOLS. Then, I bought another earring. I shared it with Amanda. It is a Mickey-and-Minnie Mouse earring. C U T E. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wandered off when Amanda and Yingru was talking to a honey-coated tongue promoter. I went to 77th Street. Engrossed with looking for necklaces, I did not notice where I was going. SO, clumsy me bumped, HARD, into someone else. It was a guy. It was, like, a drama serial moment. The girl, with her head down, was walking preoccupied with her thoughts. A guy, was walking towards the exit of the shop; he was talking to his friends. Not noticing where they were going, BUMP, they bumped. The guy turned quickly. The girl staggered, before turning around EVEN faster, (this is the part where the hair-commercial-like hair movements comes from) and look at his face. Blushing, she quickly offered her apologises while the guy said, ''It's okay, never mind." Then before walking into the shop again, she apologises. Yaa, all the above mentioned, it happened. LOL (: The guy was really shocked, I think. Anyway, when I exited from the shop to find Amanda and Yingru again, who was totally smitten by the promoter and the promotion, the guy was standing outside. If I am not wrong, he was staring at me. His friends was saying very loudly, "GO SAY HI TO HER LARH!" and egging him on. I was trying to keep a straight face, and I.. LEFT, without another glance back. HEE, not romantic right? I am positive I heard his friend said, "SEE LARH, SHE'S GOING LIAO." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I left, I LAUGHED. Bad, right? However, it was really funny and cute. I can't believe I didn't turn back and say hello, or apologise again. I can't believe I gave up a chance at romance. I didn't see his face, but we could have just been friends anyway. I can't believe what I do. I walked away, without a look-back. Sigh. I AM A FOOL; I AM MARRIED TO MY SHOULD-BE-THERE A1. Hopeless case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, it was walking 'round and 'round like an idiot. LOL x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we wanted to go home, we cannot flag down a taxi. &lt;br /&gt;SO DAMNED PATHETIC man.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Really tired out now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOTE#numberone01]&lt;/b&gt; Just want to tell that guy, if he ever reads this, though most likely he wouldn't, we could have been friends. All you had to do was to walk up and say hello. I am very friendly. Really. LOL I meant your friends was walking towards me liao, when I left. Too bad right? Maybe we will meet again, someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;EDIT at 2010; 10:10PM&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOTE#numbertwo02]&lt;/b&gt; Yingru, I am so sorry that I wanted to get off first. I was worried about my parents and the curfew thingy lars. Don't want they to start calling me and screaming. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-113716106107825950?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/113716106107825950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=113716106107825950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/113716106107825950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/113716106107825950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/01/today-13th-january-2006-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-113705956438362845</id><published>2006-01-12T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T17:52:44.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yet to be added onto to HOME(link);&lt;br /&gt;-tracking&lt;br /&gt;-#number(s) of online users&lt;br /&gt;-hit counter&lt;br /&gt;-latest camera/site[etc.] picture(s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet to be added onto to PROFILE(link);&lt;br /&gt;-*picture (plus+ caption)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-113705956438362845?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/113705956438362845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=113705956438362845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/113705956438362845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/113705956438362845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/01/yet-to-be-added-onto-to-homelink.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-113705735669984292</id><published>2006-01-12T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T17:15:56.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have heard that Johnson' Baby Oil Gel and Maybelline Great Lash Washable Mascara is a hot beauty product. &lt;br /&gt;However, I don't think Maybelline Great Lash Washable Mascara can be found in Singapore. &lt;br /&gt;So SAD..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still uploading more informations into this blog. &lt;br /&gt;E.G. contents for home(link); profile *picture; version and URLname backgroundknowledge; AM eating, doing, listening etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alison said that 'rapedpoofy' sounded like I gotten raped, and then I wanted to disappear, hence the POOFY thing..&lt;br /&gt;(tsktsk, REALLY REALLY STRANGE OF HER.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorothy also mentioned to me that 'rapedpoofy' is a weird name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL (x&lt;br /&gt;We will (patiently) await my explaination, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did two02 layouts on my own, but in the end, I prefer this better.&lt;br /&gt;I think this layout totally rocks (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE, later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-113705735669984292?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/113705735669984292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=113705735669984292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/113705735669984292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/113705735669984292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-have-heard-that-johnson-baby-oil-gel.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-113697148211981628</id><published>2006-01-11T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T17:24:42.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Garhs. I was surfing the &lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com" target="_blank"&gt;Free Online Dictionary&lt;/a&gt; to certify the word, discordant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought, perhaps I had gotten my pronunciation wrong.&lt;br /&gt;But when I checked up the &lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com" target="_blank"&gt;Free Online Dictionary&lt;/a&gt;, my initial guess was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the way I pronunced it indeed, but, Mrs Lee claims to have never heard such a word.&lt;br /&gt;HMM, now I am very confused.&lt;br /&gt;Check out the word and the pronounciation of it, &lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/discordant" target="_blank"&gt;discordant&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greatest regret that I have in Mrs Lee's class in that, we are not allowed to speak Chinese. Of course this is acceptable. It is, afterall, an English class. However, I will need a bit of time to adapt; I am so used to speaking my mother tongue in English lessons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have currently in HOLIDAYmode.&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that is a bad very thing.&lt;br /&gt;I have to get motivated.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I feel lazy and uninterested - and I have a big pile of homework and revision waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In assembly today, Lingxuan and Dorothy suddenly asked me for my height and weight. Strange; Tell me why, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRR. Cold day. Bad weather!&lt;br /&gt;If only this was London.&lt;br /&gt;The description of weather would sound much more appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMMATURITY.&lt;br /&gt;According to the &lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com" target="_blank"&gt;Free Online Dictionary&lt;/a&gt;, IMMATURE means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adjective,, &lt;br /&gt;1. Not fully grown or developed. [[See Synonyms at young.]]&lt;br /&gt;2. Marked by or suggesting a lack of normal maturity: silly, immature behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does that word means to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baahs. I want to crawl into bed, and enter a deep slumber.&lt;br /&gt;YAAWN; zzZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deja Vu/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-113697148211981628?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/113697148211981628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=113697148211981628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/113697148211981628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/113697148211981628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/01/garhs.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-113680661271413320</id><published>2006-01-09T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T19:36:52.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GO READ VINC'S BLOG; &lt;a href="http://timbevince.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Vinc's blog&lt;/a href&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;I love his Year2006Resolutions, SO, I am going to steal some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER1] &lt;br /&gt;I must reallyREALLY concentrate on my academic. Thus, taking effect from mid-FEBRUARY, I will be limit to only 3.5hours (max.) per week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER2]&lt;br /&gt;I am currently, CCA-LESS, and COUNCILLOR-LESS.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPYHAPPYHAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER3]&lt;br /&gt;-I really love VINC's pnt3)&lt;br /&gt;As of pre O-Levels period, I need to make SURE I have gotten the facts right in my 8 subjects, by lateAugust or earlySeptember. For my two sciences, ideally, I would like to complete note-making by lateMay or earlyJUNE. For elective geography and social studies, by July. As for languages, I just have to attempt in all my homework and correct the mistakes I have made, after the teacher has completed marking. I hope to finish writing additional mathematics and elementary mathematics index cards, hopefully, lastest by August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER4]&lt;br /&gt;-I have ignored VINC's pnt 4 and 5; tsk O_O;;)&lt;br /&gt;To complete 10 TYS Questions of each subject per week, starting February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER5]&lt;br /&gt;To not CONCENTRATE on Sport's Festival 2006 - must not be distracted by this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER6]&lt;br /&gt;3.5hours of computer usage, I hope to fully utilise them on MSNing, BLOGging, HOMEWORKing, EMAILing. Talk and read all you want for this few months, as I plan to totally eliminated MSNing, BLOGging and EMAILing from &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;MARCH&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I hope to type faster too, like 'bout 85-100wpm. (A M B I T I O U S !!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-113680661271413320?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/113680661271413320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=113680661271413320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/113680661271413320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/113680661271413320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/01/go-read-vincs-blog-vincs-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-113663319641748201</id><published>2006-01-07T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T10:03:21.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;DELETED&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-113663319641748201?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/113663319641748201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=113663319641748201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/113663319641748201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/113663319641748201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/01/deleted.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-113646975626001708</id><published>2006-01-05T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T22:02:36.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, 4E4 has PE tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Third period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;WEIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;WEIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;WEIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably grew a couple of centimeters.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bit worried about my weight.&lt;br /&gt;What if, I am overweight.&lt;br /&gt;I will just cry and die.&lt;br /&gt;(just kidding; where got so dramatic..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing 100 situps every night since lateNOVEMBER/earlyDECEMBER.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, it helps.&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine putting on anymore weight.&lt;br /&gt;The weight last measured was ideal enough, but I hope to shed a few kilograms.&lt;br /&gt;And no, 125 (that's how many I am doing now) situps doesn't help shed weight.&lt;br /&gt;It maintains ONLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I shld pop a few slimming pills, huh?&lt;br /&gt;LOL (: jk. &lt;br /&gt;I will never do that; too scared to do so, and besides, I have a bit of problem with swallowing pills. They just don't seem to go down the right way. I always end up choking down the pills. Coughing and sputtering. ((shakeshead*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-113646975626001708?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/113646975626001708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=113646975626001708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/113646975626001708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/113646975626001708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/01/well-4e4-has-pe-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-113645326046993570</id><published>2006-01-05T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T17:27:40.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am changing the outlook of significants-. &lt;br /&gt;URL will remain the same.&lt;br /&gt;There is no need to check for new posts as I would not be free.&lt;br /&gt;I will indicate on the tagboard when significants- is revamped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long, sweetHEARTS#&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-113645326046993570?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/113645326046993570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=113645326046993570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/113645326046993570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/113645326046993570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-am-changing-outlook-of-significants.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-113636614474680955</id><published>2006-01-04T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T17:15:44.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was just glancing at my blog when I caught sight of a few of previous posts.&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked, very extremely shocked.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, what kind of post have I been writing?&lt;br /&gt;Is that my best?&lt;br /&gt;It is terribly horrible; it was like, a bimbo wrote it.&lt;br /&gt;I solemnly promise (CROSS MY FINGERS!) to not publish such awful works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am bad.&lt;br /&gt;I am evil.&lt;br /&gt;I am judgemental.&lt;br /&gt;I am decieved by appearance.&lt;br /&gt;I am HUMAN.&lt;br /&gt;How true.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, upon knowing this, how many of us can actually change for the better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still really upbeat about school.&lt;br /&gt;There is a buzzing of excitement, anticipation found only in the first week of school. &lt;br /&gt;New faces, new teachers, new subjects, new classmates, new classrooms, a fresh coat of paint.&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to keep to my new year resolutions, I have made some major changes to my studying environment.&lt;br /&gt;When I am doing homework, there is classical music (Symphony 92.4FM) streaming out softly. &lt;br /&gt;It is supposed to help me do better; making the right and left hemisphere of the brain work together. &lt;br /&gt;I think, and am creative too.&lt;br /&gt;At least, according to those experts.&lt;br /&gt;My desk is clean; the bed is out of bounds; my handphone is on silence.&lt;br /&gt;I have stickers, post-it notes etc.&lt;br /&gt;There is 2 calenders and my student handbook.&lt;br /&gt;I do colour-coding; I use index cards.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I will improve tremendously.&lt;br /&gt;12points.&lt;br /&gt;12points.&lt;br /&gt;12points.&lt;br /&gt;That means, passing Additional Mathematics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear O-Levels, Preliminary, even Mid-Year Examination.&lt;br /&gt;(SUPPOSEDLY) This fear will motivate me to study.&lt;br /&gt;(: I really hope I do not screw things up again, and make a most terrible mess with the results.&lt;br /&gt;I will to feel encouraged by them, and not DEFEAT.&lt;br /&gt;We will all work towards a common goal - 9A1S!&lt;br /&gt;Kambateh; Jia You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PS.) Is this post better writing material; does it provoke you to think, or at least motivate? I hope it does you good. OR ELSE, it's my one of my WORST nightmares. x__x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-113636614474680955?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/113636614474680955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=113636614474680955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/113636614474680955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/113636614474680955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-was-just-glancing-at-my-blog-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-113629290463400426</id><published>2006-01-03T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T20:55:04.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ILOVE my nail nutrition coat.&lt;br /&gt;It's $2.50 from The Face Shop.&lt;br /&gt;It's really nice-smelling.&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEIT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-113629290463400426?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/113629290463400426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=113629290463400426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/113629290463400426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/113629290463400426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/01/ilove-my-nail-nutrition-coat.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17949004.post-113629279607005843</id><published>2006-01-03T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T20:53:16.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I GOT BITTEN BY A MOZZIE AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;DARN IT.&lt;br /&gt;DAMNED MOZZIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIEDIEDIE!!&lt;br /&gt;wth.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. IHATEMOZZIES.&lt;br /&gt;MOZZIES THE UNGLIES.&lt;br /&gt;~!@#$%^&amp;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17949004-113629279607005843?l=vanillablushed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/feeds/113629279607005843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17949004&amp;postID=113629279607005843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/113629279607005843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17949004/posts/default/113629279607005843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillablushed.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-got-bitten-by-mozzie-again-darn-it.html' title=''/><author><name>MICHELLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13285606275178894516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
