<?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-9077268</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:54:33.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am Yours.</title><subtitle type='html'>forgiveness is the fragrance the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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>298</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077268.post-116542974966294375</id><published>2006-12-07T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T02:30:30.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`all messed up</title><content type='html'>HELLO EVERYBODY ONCE AGAIN I HAVE EXPLORED NEW BOUNDARIES BEING SO ADVENTOUROUS AND IVE SET UP A LIVEJOURNAL.&lt;br /&gt;yes you saw me right a livejournal. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha im currently sorting out all the kinks but it's looking mighty fine!&lt;br /&gt;im still keeping this blog though for tagging though you can tag at my livejournal(?!) and for misc purposes. or when i get bored of livejournal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway the link is&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://whygodmadegirls.livejournal.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;http://whygodmadegirls.livejournal.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;haha yes dont comment on the name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and brian insists that i apologise to him for calling him a pervert.&lt;br /&gt;said i hurt his tender feelings and uh broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;ok brian a public apology! hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-116542974966294375?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/116542974966294375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=116542974966294375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/116542974966294375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/116542974966294375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/12/all-messed-up.html' title='`all messed up'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-116541719122894183</id><published>2006-12-06T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T22:59:51.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`spice up your life</title><content type='html'>Message: Can you name 11 people you can think of right off the top of your head? Don't read the questions underneath until you write the names of all 11 people. This is a lot funnier if you actually randomly list the name first . NO CHEATING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.toktok&lt;br /&gt;2.thong&lt;br /&gt;3.joel&lt;br /&gt;4.zac&lt;br /&gt;5.qazim&lt;br /&gt;6.suihui&lt;br /&gt;7.zhiwei&lt;br /&gt;8.biqi&lt;br /&gt;9.kev&lt;br /&gt;10.kiajin&lt;br /&gt;11.brian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q1. How do you meet 10? catholic junior college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q2. What would you have do if you never meet 6? my life would be incomplete HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q3. Have you seen 4 crying? no but he has seen me cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q4. What would you do if 2 and 6 dated? THEY ALREADY ARE HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q5. Do you think 1 is pretty? yes inside and outside. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q6. Tell me about 11. he's a psycho and pervertic but he's quite nice sometimes. BUT HE'S VERY DANGEROUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Q7. How did you get to know 8? catholic junior college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q8. Would you ever date with 5? auntie margaret(joel's grandma) and this girl from another class thinks i am! but i love you qazim still. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q9. What's 7's favorite color? ive no idea BLUE??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q10. What would you do if 2 confess his love to you? i will kill myself. besides he's ALREADY dating my 2 best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q11. Fact about 9? he's my pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q12. Who is 6 going out with? number 2. THONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q13. Who is 5 to you? BFFL. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q14. Would you ever live with 11? NEVER NOT IN THIS LIFE OR EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q15. Is 2 single? i already told you NO. he's dating my 2 best friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q16. How much does 3 means to you? BEST FRIENDS. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q17. What do you think of 1? BEST FRIEND X 8963148979787398 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q18. What's the best thing about 8? she's feminist. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q19. What do you dislike about 10? he's a slob! hahah ok but i accept you through thick and thin. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you guys to enjoy and think about when im gone on hiatus whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-116541719122894183?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/116541719122894183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=116541719122894183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/116541719122894183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/116541719122894183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/12/spice-up-your-life.html' title='`spice up your life'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-116541437907970963</id><published>2006-12-06T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T22:25:05.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`second guess my sanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8041/645/640/748330/DSCN0374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8041/645/320/947063/DSCN0374.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO (: -beams&lt;br /&gt;i was back from korea on friday but i was busy busy busy plus my com's internet was down.&lt;br /&gt;isn't korea pretty i saw it snowing heavily there it was too pretty. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha ok i shall try to stop talking so randomly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i will WHEN I HAVE THE TIME blog about the korea trip and post up unflattering pictures of me big and fat and ugly in all the clothes and wrapped up like a ninja turtle!&lt;br /&gt;i wore more layers than EVERYONE and i was still freezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a typical one goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;the long john- a shirt- a long sleeved shirt- a jacket- windbreaker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad i couldn't wear like 3 jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway im so so so so sick of the meals there.&lt;br /&gt;and i love skiing and korea has MANY HOT GIRLS and pretty clothes and shopping centres and accessories.&lt;br /&gt;but expensive expensive.&lt;br /&gt;i dont like touchdowns of airplanes the taking off is fine.&lt;br /&gt;i dislike plane food i think i'll order vegetarian next time.&lt;br /&gt;the rest i shall update next time. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday:&lt;br /&gt;supposed to well 'study' with zac BUT we all know how unsuccessful it is.&lt;br /&gt;anyway zac wants to fins a new gf i have to be this voice of rationale and reason. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;outing with the pioneer og. (:&lt;br /&gt;they haven't changed much it was quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;pool-ed while &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BRIAN&lt;/span&gt; and i stoned.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BRIAN ENTERTAINED ME THROUGHOUT AND SENT ME BACK THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;(happy now brian?) hahahah&lt;br /&gt;but he was relatively nicer to me than usual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;KAVEE&lt;/span&gt; joined us later and did his usual thing.&lt;br /&gt;we strolled down the singapore river and so on. (:&lt;br /&gt;and then i trained back with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;KAVEE&lt;/span&gt; AND &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BRIAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8041/645/1600/896283/DSC03101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8041/645/320/321025/DSC03101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the train back!&lt;br /&gt;ok guys now dont shoot me i blogged about you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8041/645/1600/896283/DSC03101.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today:&lt;br /&gt;out with the sunday school class with emma the cutest girl alive. (:&lt;br /&gt;learnt some impt news and caught up with the class. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this blog will be dead a lil while more unless i find time to blog about korea. :/&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE youth conference starts this sunday! (:&lt;br /&gt;im so excited. (:&lt;br /&gt;but i've to leave on thursday &gt;________&lt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to the langkawi trip with the school where i'll be away from 14th to 19th.&lt;br /&gt;yes and so i'll miss carolling on the 16th and baptismal on the 17th(sorry yuwen ): )&lt;br /&gt;AND the preview of the christmas concert. ): ): ):&lt;br /&gt;which also means i cant dance for the concert since i wont be there on the 17th.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so _____ about not being able to dance. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i really really wanna back out from the langkawi trip now.&lt;br /&gt;plus nathan's going.&lt;br /&gt;sigh sigh sigh sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i need to start packing tmr since there's so much to pack.&lt;br /&gt;-frowns. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will try to update as much as i can!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha i know you'll missed me! &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-116541437907970963?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/116541437907970963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=116541437907970963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/116541437907970963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/116541437907970963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/12/second-guess-my-sanity.html' title='`second guess my sanity'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-116441942737290153</id><published>2006-11-25T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T09:50:27.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`korea</title><content type='html'>tonight im off to korea till friday. (: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously though i think im quite scared for getting onto the plane but zac thinks that 68 free movies should cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im off to watch happy feet. (: (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-116441942737290153?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/116441942737290153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=116441942737290153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/116441942737290153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/116441942737290153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/11/korea.html' title='`korea'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-116426558019781683</id><published>2006-11-23T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T15:07:10.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`finally back!</title><content type='html'>ive finally finally finally decided to blog. (:&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to wait till i loaded the pictures but i dont know how so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE KAHANG TRIP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly im extremely much darker!! seriously im so so so burnt. and this trip has totally turned me off ANYTHING ORGANIC and OMG HOUSEFLIES and squat toilets and open shower and HOUSEFLIES and HOUSEFLIES and HOUSEFLIES.&lt;br /&gt;the toilets are absolutely disgusting they weren't usable i swear.&lt;br /&gt;when i saw the pictures in the link i thought it was kidding but NOOOOOOOOOOO it's serious i nearly fainted.&lt;br /&gt;there are insects EVERYWHERE and anthills inside! like WTHJKFBQIFNOHIENI!!!&lt;br /&gt;and every 30 or so people that bathe the water supply stops!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;omg omg omg la.&lt;br /&gt;and the houseflies are unbearable and omg omg the flypaper was there every single day chocked full BUT still they breed like there's no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;and all the cuts and bruises! omg i never knew water lilies are so dangerous la.&lt;br /&gt;i still have all the cuts though im not as bad as some.&lt;br /&gt;and climbing the mountain!!&lt;br /&gt;i got a cut which this psycho buff instructor pressed alcohol into and i screamed for my dear life.&lt;br /&gt;however it is common misconception that i screamed a lot i did not.&lt;br /&gt;well except for the raft building competition which was very very stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i do concede the activities were fun (:&lt;br /&gt;ZAC I'LL NEVER FORGET HOW YOU DROPPED ME INTO THE WATER WITH FISHES AND FLOATING CUCUMBERS(presumably from our last meal) sigh friends forever somemore.&lt;br /&gt;ok but you kind soul helped me down the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;and held on during the night walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH THE STARS WERE BEAUTILFUL. (:&lt;br /&gt;BUT BUT BUT i wouldn't want to live there because i think i need civilisation no matter how relaxing that place is.&lt;br /&gt;the houseflies and toilet are faintable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually there are a lot of small details that i left out but im lazy. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO when i came back i just showered TWICE!! and slept and ate proper food. -beams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on sat i watched casino royale.. and had church. (:&lt;br /&gt;sunday was church and seoul garden with the RHS(minus crystal and carrie plus aaron)&lt;br /&gt;it was quite fun we were laughing like crazy remembering the trip(: but i had to leave early due to daddy being overseas AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday i seriously wanted to go swimming but it rained so i didn't go oh wellllllllllllllllll.&lt;br /&gt;so i missed jamming with the RHS also.&lt;br /&gt;so i stayed home the whole day yeah ok lousy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tues finally finally went swimming (:&lt;br /&gt;i really really love swimming you know. (:&lt;br /&gt;as usual i got a terrible sunburn on my back. why cant i get beautiful golden brown tans?!&lt;br /&gt;then we(my sister and i) went shopping. i love shopping on mommy's credit!&lt;br /&gt;shopped for pretty underwear hahahaha spent like 100 bucks plus.&lt;br /&gt;oh then we bumped into suihui and shiwen.&lt;br /&gt;who had her prom like the next day la.&lt;br /&gt;so we went around shopping for dresses and accessories damn stressful la.&lt;br /&gt;but still quite fun (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wed went to discovery centre!!&lt;br /&gt;uh well it was like propaganda on singapore but some stuff still quite fun. (:&lt;br /&gt;then we towned and watched just friends.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha it's quite a nice show must watch. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i spent the entire day today reading and ive been distractedly blogging for the past 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;oh ive read 4 out of the 7 books i bought now im at the 5th one.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i still need to pack for my korea trip where im flying this sat!! (:&lt;br /&gt;oh i'll be gone from 25nov-1dec.&lt;br /&gt;exciting exciting maybe it'll perk up my boring life. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going off to church soon to do the xmas deco. (:&lt;br /&gt;im so super excited about xmas! (:&lt;br /&gt;i sound like such a happy bunny in this post and it's so so long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-116426558019781683?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/116426558019781683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=116426558019781683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/116426558019781683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/116426558019781683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/11/finally-back.html' title='`finally back!'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-116339644884205758</id><published>2006-11-13T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T13:40:48.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`kahang!</title><content type='html'>omg i cant believe tmr is the trip.&lt;br /&gt;-frowns&lt;br /&gt;from qazim's blog link, this is&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kahang-ecorganics.com/farmpics/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;kahang!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg omg omg.&lt;br /&gt;there's like an eco toilet(!!!!) horrors. ):&lt;br /&gt;and everyone looks so happy there.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i'll be happy too. ):&lt;br /&gt;im wearing my fav pair of shoes that has survived years with me if it spoils there i'll just ...faint and shoot myself. ):&lt;br /&gt;even though im pretty sure it'll get wet and i dont want it to.&lt;br /&gt;-frowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think this is a good chance to finally throw away one of the many bags i have around the house so im bringing this awful backpack(gulps) for the climb and throw it away! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i admit the sunset is pretty fine in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;but.. the free swimming ducks and the early morning stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im trying to get a positive outlook on this is really am. ):&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;AND once again amy's in my group.&lt;br /&gt;i think nathan purposely did this to us.&lt;br /&gt;it's like she's everywhere where i go.&lt;br /&gt;but this time im determined to try to be civil and nice and not have conflicts because i think she's really nice sometimes and funny to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;plus im going to have to spend 4 days with her 24/7!&lt;br /&gt;after a year of pw through conflicts and all and all the baking i hope we really survive his eco camp properly.&lt;br /&gt;so amy, this is a time for truce i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im viewing the camp photos as in the link above on repeat.&lt;br /&gt;it's depressing me&lt;br /&gt;also the fact the im not with zac and pa and qazim and all.&lt;br /&gt;but thanks God that i at least have biqi(!) (: and uh hahaha kiajin.&lt;br /&gt;and pa and zac are in A2.&lt;br /&gt;im in A1 so not as bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im going to try t make this camp fun and not moan or whine.&lt;br /&gt;yes yes shiyun a farmer already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also realise that i might get burnt and not tan(as usual) and that it might/will rain and the tent(yes we're sleeping in tents!) will flood.&lt;br /&gt;oh joy.&lt;br /&gt;good good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, i went shopping with my mom and sis on fri. (:&lt;br /&gt;get some new clothes for the korea trip.&lt;br /&gt;and i got SEVEN new books.&lt;br /&gt;(: (: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-Where Rainbows End by Cecila Ahern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-The End Of Innocence by Moni Mohsin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-For One More Day by Mitch Albom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-Mercy by Jodi Picoult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-The Pact by Jodi Picoult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-The Time Traveler's Wife by Aydrey Niffenegger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-The Devil Wears Prada by Lauren Weisberger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so glad i started reading again. (:&lt;br /&gt;anyway i finished one book already and am 1/5 through my second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this blog will be on open hiatus till i come back from the.. kahang trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM SORRY TOKTOK BEST FRIEND OF MY LIFE I CANT GO SHOPPING WITH YOU TODAY. ):&lt;br /&gt;WE'LL GO WHEN I COME BACK OK SWEETS. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to pack and.. see your new teeth! (:&lt;br /&gt;bye folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-116339644884205758?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/116339644884205758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=116339644884205758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/116339644884205758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/116339644884205758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/11/kahang.html' title='`kahang!'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-116313456693721614</id><published>2006-11-10T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T12:56:07.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`best you never had</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/1600/rhs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" height="104" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/rhs.jpg" width="165" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outing with the rhs(and aaron!) ytd,&lt;br /&gt;it was fuuuunnn. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first i went with biqi and carrie to queensway to buy shorts! (:&lt;br /&gt;hahai was like half an hour late thanks to this bunch of tourists who blocked the entire bus queue thanks to thier blur-ness.&lt;br /&gt;sigh which resulted us in being late to meet the guys also.(being lost in queensway and shorts being out of stock contributed too)&lt;br /&gt;in which the guys took great offence?!?!&lt;br /&gt;save for pa, biqi and i were ready to punch any others who complained considering we always waited for them!!!&lt;br /&gt;plus we agreed to meet at 1 not 11 so i dont know what they were complaining about.&lt;br /&gt;haha anyway we were training them for the future when they have girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo we went to the new cathay to buy tickets and hahaha i thought it was extremely funny! (:&lt;br /&gt;lunch was a hugely funny affair in la zesto or sth with it's exorbitant prices.&lt;br /&gt;but it was fun cos of the company. &lt;em&gt;awww&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we hurried up to watch &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;STEP UP&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;IT IS DAMN NICE EVERYONE SHOULD WATCH IT!&lt;br /&gt;(we made the usual commotion getting in)&lt;br /&gt;(: the girl was super hot the guy was hot and they danced like as yuwen puts it, made of rubber.&lt;br /&gt;oh which reminds me we(meaning aaron) sat beside zac's FRIEND and her bf in the show.&lt;br /&gt;i think she was quite rude but.. -shrugg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went shopping and arcade which was super duper funny (:&lt;br /&gt;haha racing games and shooting games=hardcore bonding.&lt;br /&gt;aaron was damn funny la we all video-ed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on to dinner where we dominated the place's private room. (:&lt;br /&gt;oh and zac and aaron and i left early and zac sent me back. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;awww&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok and i got a papercut i dont know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM GOING SHOPPING NOW. (: (:&lt;br /&gt;bye folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-116313456693721614?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/116313456693721614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=116313456693721614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/116313456693721614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/116313456693721614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/11/best-you-never-had.html' title='`best you never had'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-116300358769753616</id><published>2006-11-09T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T00:33:07.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`stupid girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3yu1CqoCxZE" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha this one is the best one out of all ive seen! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway i finally got my jumper!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You listened to me&lt;br /&gt;I bet you thought I'd never end,&lt;br /&gt;who would have thought&lt;br /&gt;we would be the best of friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(: shiyun you've been such a stupid stupid girl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-116300358769753616?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/116300358769753616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=116300358769753616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/116300358769753616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/116300358769753616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/11/stupid-girl.html' title='`stupid girl'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-116296656514222568</id><published>2006-11-08T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T14:17:58.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'you kill me and keep me alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e4XnplSo8I4" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;omg she's possibly one of the funniest person ever!!!&lt;br /&gt;(: ok bye folks. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;beneath this mask is free falling tears.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-116296656514222568?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/116296656514222568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=116296656514222568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/116296656514222568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/116296656514222568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-kill-me-and-keep-me-alive.html' title='&apos;you kill me and keep me alive'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-116296347574213190</id><published>2006-11-08T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T13:24:35.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'silent tears</title><content type='html'>ytd's op went.. not good.&lt;br /&gt;so many things went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;-half our cookies didn't have ginseng in them&lt;br /&gt;-we didn't have nice plates to present them(ended up using the muslim stall one)&lt;br /&gt;-couldn't use joel's laptop thanks to the speaker wire being too short.&lt;br /&gt;-didn't smile a lot, jerky, many fillers(i.e. ermm), too fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when the last group was presenting half the audience fell asleep and the external person who JUSt walked in, scolded everyone and threatened to deduct marks.&lt;br /&gt;sigh sigh sigh sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dont get me started on the state of the cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything went well in the dry run.&lt;br /&gt;-frowns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went to watch &lt;strong&gt;the guardian&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;the show is nice nice nice. (:&lt;br /&gt;it's super touching and courageous.&lt;br /&gt;(: MUST watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i went to vivo city for thefirst time.&lt;br /&gt;that place is like HUGE la.&lt;br /&gt;i think it's impossible not to get lost there.&lt;br /&gt;oh but the outside scenery is super nice also.&lt;br /&gt;it can compete with the esplanade for top hotspots for couples at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;you couldn't have chosen a better way to hurt me if you had wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;well done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok that's all folks. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-116296347574213190?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/116296347574213190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=116296347574213190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/116296347574213190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/116296347574213190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/11/silent-tears.html' title='&apos;silent tears'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-116274657392831880</id><published>2006-11-06T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T01:09:33.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`turning the tides</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Between us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;There is the line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I can't cross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-116274657392831880?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/116274657392831880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=116274657392831880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/116274657392831880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/116274657392831880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/11/turning-tides.html' title='`turning the tides'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-116274356682893356</id><published>2006-11-06T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T00:19:26.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`at the beginning</title><content type='html'>DEAR TOKTOK ( best friend of my life!!) ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/DSCN2649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/DSCN2649.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;IRT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;HDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (: (: (:&lt;br /&gt;i loved being in paris with you we should travel more often!! (:&lt;br /&gt;i love you for always being there for me,&lt;br /&gt;for your understanding smile,&lt;br /&gt;for all your pep talks that brought me back to reality,&lt;br /&gt;for always being there for me,&lt;br /&gt;for all your sarcasm and truth and honesty,&lt;br /&gt;for trusting in me etc etc etc etc!!! (: (:&lt;br /&gt;IM SO GLAD FOR YOU.&lt;br /&gt;and i thank the Lord everyday for knowing such a great friend like you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep praying dear and i'll pray for you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;shiyun! (:&lt;br /&gt;(one whole entry just for one of my favourite people!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND HAPPY UH FOUR MONTHS WITH THONG!!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-116274356682893356?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/116274356682893356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=116274356682893356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/116274356682893356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/116274356682893356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/11/at-beginning.html' title='`at the beginning'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-116257797210043076</id><published>2006-11-04T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T02:22:37.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`all the difference</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/1600/DSCN2858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/DSCN2858.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/DSCN2858.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha this was one of the shots for my pw op(oral presentation) video.&lt;br /&gt;no prizes for guessing who i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway im up doing pw once again.&lt;br /&gt;yes i know!!! hahaha anyway i realised a large part of my pw time online is spent waiting for sth to send or be sent! -frowns.&lt;br /&gt;today was a.. normal day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese A's didn't feel special at all.&lt;br /&gt;so oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised ive nothing to talk about because my life this week has been revolving around pw.&lt;br /&gt;what a joke man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#98fb98;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Mexican Food&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cafbca"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindoffoodareyouquiz/mexican-food.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spicy yet dependable.&lt;br /&gt;You pull punches, but people still love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatkindoffoodareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Food Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH i heard mexican food is hot. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Cyclops&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whichofthexmenareyouquiz/cyclops.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated and responsible, you will always remain loyal to your cause.&lt;br /&gt;You are a commanding leader - after all, you can kill someone just by looking at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power: force beams from your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whichofthexmenareyouquiz/"&gt;Which of the X-Men Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh i dont want to be a guy.&lt;br /&gt;-frowns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok that's all folks. (: &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-116257797210043076?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/116257797210043076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=116257797210043076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/116257797210043076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/116257797210043076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/11/all-difference.html' title='`all the difference'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-116247052661901297</id><published>2006-11-02T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T20:28:46.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`a new creation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/SP_A0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/SP_A0029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;hello everybody meet &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ALFRED CHUCK&lt;/span&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;he was originally the right side of a baby shoe but is now a mighty and valiant protector of my mobile phone. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for today, goodbye. (:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-116247052661901297?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/116247052661901297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=116247052661901297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/116247052661901297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/116247052661901297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/11/new-creation.html' title='`a new creation'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-116246095256940306</id><published>2006-11-02T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T18:19:17.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`courage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/toktok%20email_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/toktok%20email_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha this is what toktok does. (:&lt;br /&gt;oh and through this i learnt how to take screen shots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i woke up at 11++ to spend the entire day till now watching goong.&lt;br /&gt;(: and didn't study chinese&lt;br /&gt;oh and im gonna do PW once again (ie I&amp;R)&lt;br /&gt;yes so no chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to care about chinese for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;seriously so tmr i have to take it seriously.&lt;br /&gt;but it's too late for amendments now i guess so on to pw. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eaccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;color:black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What You Really Think Of Your Friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eed6eb"&gt;Joel is your soulmate.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f2e0d6"&gt;You truly love Biqi.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f7ebc2"&gt;You consider Qazim your true friend.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fbf5ad"&gt;You know that Yuwen is always thinking of you.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffff99"&gt;You'll remember Germaine for the rest of your life.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fff199"&gt;You secretly think Toktok is creative, charming, and a bit too dramatic at times.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffe29a"&gt;You secretly think that Suihui is colorful, impulsive, and a total risk taker.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffd49a"&gt;You secretly think that Ben is loyal and trustworthy to you. And that Ben changes lovers faster than underwear.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffc59a"&gt;You secretly think Brian is shy and nonconfrontational. And that Brian has a hidden internet romance.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoyoureallythinkofyourfriendsquiz/"&gt;What Do You Think of Your Friends?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got this from qazim's blog.&lt;br /&gt;hahah it's funny. some true some untrue. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to obedience and warmth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your partner is patient and never willing to give up on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are optimistic and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you thirst for. You'll do anything for love, but you won't fall for it easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;aww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 56% Lady&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoualadyquiz/lady-3.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're part lady, part modern woman.&lt;br /&gt;Etiquette is important to you, but you brush aside rules that are outdated or silly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoualadyquiz/"&gt;Are You A Lady?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's.. undeniable. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 84% Feminine, 16% Masculine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoumasculineorfemininequiz/gender-5.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are totally in touch with your feminine side.&lt;br /&gt;Chances are, you are a very typical woman.&lt;br /&gt;And if you're a guy, then you're just super sensitive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoumasculineorfemininequiz/"&gt;Are You Masculine or Feminine?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha this is fun but i must stop. (: I &amp;amp; R. &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit://&lt;br /&gt;oh forgot to mention.&lt;br /&gt;went for kuishinbo buffet with auntie margaret and joel on tues (: after the second OP dry run.&lt;br /&gt;i realised i cant speak in public i get so tense.&lt;br /&gt;anyway it was fun (: and the food is.. hmm good i guess. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;generally just the six of us the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;zac qazim biqi kev kia and me. (:&lt;br /&gt;it was a typical crazy day with ALL the guys except kev late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as usual&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and tmr ive chinese a levels.&lt;br /&gt;did i mention that already?&lt;br /&gt;everyone says i should at least read a bit.&lt;br /&gt;ok i will later after dinner(home-cooked!! (: ) and after doing I&amp;R.&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me nathan wants everyone in school by 715 tmr the BFIJOHOIQLQHTHTP!!!&lt;br /&gt;oh and apologies to the above unreadable parts.&lt;br /&gt;go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-116246095256940306?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/116246095256940306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=116246095256940306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/116246095256940306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/116246095256940306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/11/courage.html' title='`courage'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-116223522269524428</id><published>2006-10-31T03:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T03:07:02.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`pw</title><content type='html'>PW PW PW PW PW PW PW PW PW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-116223522269524428?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/116223522269524428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=116223522269524428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/116223522269524428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/116223522269524428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/10/pw_31.html' title='`pw'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-116214346754909826</id><published>2006-10-30T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T01:37:47.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`be my escape</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/DSCN2647.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/DSCN2647.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello boys, it's time to give shiyun some protection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im up ONCE AGAIN due to pw.&lt;br /&gt;just finsihed the video and putting it into the ppt.&lt;br /&gt;BUT i still have not completed my personal final I&amp;amp;R AND have not edited my slides in the ppt.&lt;br /&gt;but i think if i see any more cookie pictures i'll kill myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contary to common misconception i dislike public speaking i have a very very very real fear of it. -frowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway due to my new found skills of baking i think i want to have some kind of shop.&lt;br /&gt;you call, i bake, you collect.&lt;br /&gt;wow. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When you want to give up and your heart's about to break&lt;br /&gt;Remember that you're perfect, &lt;strong&gt;God makes no mistakes&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i LOVE this two lines. (:&lt;br /&gt;thanks toktok for always being there and the two BoYzXzX above.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha WE MUST GO TO THE ZOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!! (: since ive to wake up at 6 tmr and do pw the ENTIRE day and have no social life i should scoot to bed like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and extremely &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY YUANZU&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;this makes up for the lateness. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; for boys.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-116214346754909826?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/116214346754909826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=116214346754909826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The memory will not fade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;For in her heart a life long friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;She feels that she has made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indescribable.&lt;br /&gt;unbelievable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-116212537152680796?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/116212537152680796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=116212537152680796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/116212537152680796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=116169707494108634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/116169707494108634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/116169707494108634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-tired-of-broken-hearts.html' title='`im tired of broken hearts'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-116165875128103565</id><published>2006-10-24T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T11:02:13.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'a few falling tears</title><content type='html'>im not that pissed already i guessed.&lt;br /&gt;but it was an emotional day yesterday and i feel we should get a say in what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly i heard that amy said&lt;br /&gt;"shiyun's group will confirm have the worst cookies. they all play around."&lt;br /&gt;and of course it is natural you will get a huge shock when you heard our cookies were a different size.&lt;br /&gt;we got a huge shock too.&lt;br /&gt;here i would clarify why.&lt;br /&gt;in the recipe becky gave us it wrote BAKING POWDER.&lt;br /&gt;now we used exactly as the recipe said but when we went to carrie's house yesterday, we found out they used BICARBONATE OF SODA.&lt;br /&gt;now do you know bicarbonate soda will cause it to expand but baking powder wont?&lt;br /&gt;so if you used baking powder like us, yours would be the same size.&lt;br /&gt;OK CLARIFIED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we weren't pissed that you felt our cookies were too small.&lt;br /&gt;im not blind i can see that they were smaller.&lt;br /&gt;but perhaps you heard of using a nicer tone?&lt;br /&gt;your tone and attitude suggested that our cookies were unsellable.&lt;br /&gt;and please do not take out your anger on us ok.&lt;br /&gt;plus it's not our fault that others complain to you.&lt;br /&gt;if you hate it, tell them to stop talking to you.&lt;br /&gt;plus it's a fact that our pw group organised this and you are our leader right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wasn't pissed with you about the whole $10 bucks thing.&lt;br /&gt;fine if you dont want to absorb the price.&lt;br /&gt;when i left to sit at my seat i thought "ok just let go of the issue."&lt;br /&gt;but no amy, you must complain and complain about the whole 'i dont want to give 10 bucks thing' and 'why must i pay for people when i tolerate other's attitude?'&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT. just let go you didn't see me complaining right??&lt;br /&gt;we'll just give the 110 bucks of profit to brother paul ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you want the class to pay 5 bucks just go ahead im ok with anything since you're the class treasurer and in charge of the money i guess all of us would learn to keep our suggestions to ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;and you wonder what happened to democracy in our class.&lt;br /&gt;now one cant make a comment without lots of bitching, please think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we didn't force you to deliver cookies.&lt;br /&gt;you said our cookies were too small to be the pre-ordered kind and we accepted that right?&lt;br /&gt;as qazim(in blue) adequately put it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;okay, LHS was supposed to DISTIBUTE cookies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;and RHS was supposed to SELL the cookies anywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;okay. no arguements cos everyone agreed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;okay, proper planning was needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;cos the reserved cookies were NUMBER ONE PRIORITY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;and we didnt want shortage, so yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;most of the cookies should be set aside for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;okay, this is like totally major duh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;andd, this is not really our job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;cos our job is like to sell cookies anywhere we want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;and not to distribute it, agreed? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happened was fabian came down while we were eating and said&lt;br /&gt;"why are you'll eating? you'll dont want to sell cookies already is it?"&lt;br /&gt;made us sound like we didn't want to do our job and were the lazy ones and pulling back the class.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know eating was a crime now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so obviously we hurried to finish our food and sold as fast as we could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;next, initially it wasnt a competition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;it was all fair play, we do our job, you do yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;accusations were heard and we increased our speed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;and efficiency to sell as much cookies as we want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;within a limited time range so as to squash the accusations made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;so, its more of defending ourselves rather than compete?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok this is what i just read on amy's blog.&lt;br /&gt;"Lastly, if there is a lack of cookies, den its simply not MY fault. Bcuz the grps din wanna share their cookies cuz they wanted to 'show off' who cld sell the fastest.. So if pple dun get wad they ordered den too bad. Moreover they haven paid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly as we said earlier it was you who said our cookies were too small to give as pre-ordered so OBVIOUSLY we were supposed to sell individually right??&lt;br /&gt;i agree it's not your fault that there is a lack.&lt;br /&gt;the fault lies with the person who counted the pre-orders.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I DONT THINK YOU CAN BLAME US FOR THIS MATTER.&lt;br /&gt;we were not "not sharing" as you put it but please remember you were the one who if i can use the word &lt;em&gt;rejected&lt;/em&gt; our cookies in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND we were not "showing off".&lt;br /&gt;ok firstly you found us incompetent and our cookies lacking.&lt;br /&gt;so obviously we increased our speed to squash your accusations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND EXCUSE ME THE WORST THING IS IF YOU FORGOT THIS MINOR DETAIL, LET ME REMIND YOU.&lt;br /&gt;WHILE WE WERE BUSY SELLING OUR COOKIES(which you proclaimed were too small)&lt;br /&gt;YOU GAVE US SAM'S GROUP ONE TO SELL.&lt;br /&gt;LET ME ALSO REMIND YOU THAT SAM'S GROUP AND YOURS WERE THE ONES THAT WERE RESERVED FOR THE PRE-ORDERED WHICH IF SERVES MY MEMORY CORRECT ARE &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FIRST PRIORITY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO DO YOU THINK IT'S OUR FAULT IF YOU PISSED US OFF BECAUSE FIRSTLY YOU DISDAINED OUR COOKIES AND THEN YOU MADE US SELL ANOTHER GROUP'S AND WHEN FOUND LACKING IN THE PRE-ORDERS YOU BLAMED US?????&lt;br /&gt;for clarification you can ask fabian again im sure he will repeat the conversation that he had with you in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and your point on "moreover they haven't paid"&lt;br /&gt;now excuse me, if my memory serves me correct again i seem to remember that you told them that they could pay when they receive the cookies.&lt;br /&gt;so it isn't their fault ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont think crystal was being over-demanding when she suggested that we should bake to make up to them.&lt;br /&gt;firstly if you want to be irresponsible it's not my problem.&lt;br /&gt;but your irresponsibility will reflect on the whole class and especially qazim and zac who went up to announce.&lt;br /&gt;and even if you dont consider them your friends i do alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so because of this lack in orders in the end kevin kia biqi and i went to carrie's house to bake more.&lt;br /&gt;and we baked a lot of extras to sel tool.&lt;br /&gt;and we tried to make do and kia wrapped as nicely as he could with cling wrap.&lt;br /&gt;if you didn't know, we still put in a lot of effort and when i had to leave at 10 they were still finishing up the wrapping and cleaning up.&lt;br /&gt;that was also how i found out about the bicarbonate soda if you want to know.&lt;br /&gt;and please on wednesday apply some tact.&lt;br /&gt;if you have constructive comments give.&lt;br /&gt;if you have anything bad to say phrase it nicely or dont say it at all whether in front of us or behind our backs.&lt;br /&gt;im not even expecting thanks ok im not looking for miracles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think before you start pointing fingers next time to blame about the lack in cookies please think carefully ok.&lt;br /&gt;if you still have problems with this issue about my group not sharing and to be blamed thus for the lack in cookies, i would gladly sit down and explain it to you slowly and nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as kev adequately put it,&lt;br /&gt;this whole class cip thing just had a scarp retreat effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now ive had my say.&lt;br /&gt;go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-116165875128103565?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/116165875128103565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077268.post-116143526750822532</id><published>2006-10-21T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T20:54:27.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`dont pretend you're sorry</title><content type='html'>IM SICK. ): ):&lt;br /&gt;i have the whole works like cough, flu and fever. ):&lt;br /&gt;-frowns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have like angry red spots all over my forehead.&lt;br /&gt;which looks like an outbreak but is not. ): ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-116143526750822532?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/116143526750822532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9077268.post-116127409255915398</id><published>2006-10-20T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T00:08:12.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`the day before you</title><content type='html'>IVE GOT A NEW BLOGSKIN. (:&lt;br /&gt;as usual im up doing pw.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha anyway i think this is so pretty. (:&lt;br /&gt;and my mood's better probably cos im not in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I JUST REALISED IN MY NEW BLOGSKIN YOU GET TO SEE THE RUBBISH TITLES I PUT FOR MY BLOG ENTRIES.&lt;br /&gt;oh wellZxZx sacrifices have to be made. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay im so pleased with myself since i did this in like 15 mins.&lt;br /&gt;:DDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-116127409255915398?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/116127409255915398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=116127409255915398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/116127409255915398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/116127409255915398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/10/day-before-you.html' title='`the day before you'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-116126113998894725</id><published>2006-10-19T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T20:34:11.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`shiyun, you suck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YOU SUCK SHIYUN. ): ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself omg i think im a freak and im so obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;but i know for sure that it's happening just like it always does.&lt;br /&gt;the exchange of glances the secretive smiles the everything.&lt;br /&gt;and i just stand there and make it worse.&lt;br /&gt;i make you'll shut up and get annoyed at the smallest things and most of all i start to block you'll out and i know it.&lt;br /&gt;): GET ON WITH LIFE SHIYUN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to top it all off, i had a horrendous interview. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I thought our friendship was special,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I thought it meant a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;If you'll felt the same way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Why are we stuck in this knot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish we'll were best friends again but now all i can do is sit here&lt;br /&gt;and sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-116126113998894725?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/116126113998894725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=116126113998894725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/116126113998894725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/116126113998894725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/10/shiyun-you-suck.html' title='`shiyun, you suck'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-116109159380791887</id><published>2006-10-17T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T21:26:34.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`try to be happy.</title><content type='html'>sigh i think i cry easily&lt;br /&gt;like i never really realised it before but come to think of it i cried while watching lion king la.&lt;br /&gt;but i still think it's a really really really sad show.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway crystal said sth really interesting to me today.&lt;br /&gt;"you know shiyun when i first saw you i thought you were sporty!! (: (i know i am hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;but on afterthought and seeing you for so long i think you're quite bimbotic."&lt;br /&gt;(points to my tote bag and general posture)&lt;br /&gt;i was like stunned la please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"actually you're a smart bimbo, not like an outright bimbo like me.&lt;br /&gt;but that's an oxymoron.  (cue lots of high pitched laughter)"&lt;br /&gt;hahah crystal is SOOOO funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway im not bimbo cos you need to be stick-thin/pretty to be that.&lt;br /&gt;but im not smart either.&lt;br /&gt;i sleep in class the whole day la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY I LOVE QAZIM AND ZAC FOR THEIR FAN-TABULOUS PERFORMANCE TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH IT'S NOT TO BE FORGOTTEN MAN.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-116109159380791887?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/116109159380791887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=116109159380791887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/116109159380791887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/116109159380791887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/10/try-to-be-happy.html' title='`try to be happy.'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-116091774776628496</id><published>2006-10-15T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T21:09:07.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/sweet%20and%20pretty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/sweet%20and%20pretty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like pictures like this. (:&lt;br /&gt;kids like these are just gonna be heartbreakers you know it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;For so long I've been lonely&lt;br /&gt;Drowning in my tears,&lt;br /&gt;No one there to listen&lt;br /&gt;Or help me face my deepest fears.&lt;br /&gt;No one there to shelter me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;From this world so full of pain,&lt;br /&gt;No one showed me rainbows&lt;br /&gt;Every time I saw the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one there to give a damn&lt;br /&gt;About my broken heart,&lt;br /&gt;No one to pick up the pieces&lt;br /&gt;Every time I fell apart.&lt;br /&gt;But, finally someone came along&lt;br /&gt;And took the time to know,&lt;br /&gt;All the hurt and pain&lt;br /&gt;That I tried hard not to show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took the time to realize&lt;br /&gt;How much I've had to pay,&lt;br /&gt;For every time I gave of me&lt;br /&gt;There was something taken away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He took the time to look inside&lt;br /&gt;This heart as cold as stone,&lt;br /&gt;He found that there was something there&lt;br /&gt;No one else has ever known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He found what I'd been hiding there&lt;br /&gt;Brought it out to show the world,&lt;br /&gt;That there was so much love inside&lt;br /&gt;Of such a lonely girl.&lt;br /&gt;He knew what I was feeling&lt;br /&gt;So he set my mind at ease,&lt;br /&gt;Then he did the impossible -&lt;br /&gt;He gave my soul to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I'm going to take this time&lt;br /&gt;To say "Thanks" for all he's done,&lt;br /&gt;And hope he knows I love him more&lt;br /&gt;Than life or anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;you're special.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-116091774776628496?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/116091774776628496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=116091774776628496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/116091774776628496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/116091774776628496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/10/everything.html' title='`everything'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-116075764373505024</id><published>2006-10-14T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T00:40:43.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`pw</title><content type='html'>this morning was terrifying with all the bus rides.&lt;br /&gt;woke up too early for a freaking holiday and bused down to becky's house conveniently missing her stop.&lt;br /&gt;and then i crossed the overhead bridge and took the bus and the driver is deaf/blind i believe. so i overshot AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;i gaveup and walked.&lt;br /&gt;an amazing feat for me at 9am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;plus i was early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't accomplish anything at her house except painted nails and an hour of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;and maggi mee with chilli padi.&lt;br /&gt;towned to meet pa and watched world trade centre.&lt;br /&gt;it's so so so so touching! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then fabian joined us after that and we went to find biqi at her spca thing.&lt;br /&gt;then we had SOUP SPOON. (:&lt;br /&gt;and i convinced pa to take the same way back as me. (:&lt;br /&gt;ok yes highly interesting day you reckon.&lt;br /&gt;im so tired i cant be bothered to type all the exciting details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like fabian convinced that im dating zac/pa.&lt;br /&gt;ive no idea why he got these ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 1233am and im STILL doing pw.&lt;br /&gt;great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-116075764373505024?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/116075764373505024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=116075764373505024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/116075764373505024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/116075764373505024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/10/pw.html' title='`pw'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-116057767314083233</id><published>2006-10-11T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T22:41:13.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`better</title><content type='html'>i was talking to mitch today and he was telling me about depressing things and how he couldn't play basketball anymore.&lt;br /&gt;so i told him to start his own team and he told me i was crazy and if i thought he was that good.&lt;br /&gt;and so i told him i thought he was as good as....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL JACKSON.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/michael%20jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/michael%20jackson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine, i realised my mistake!!!&lt;br /&gt;it's michael JORDAN.&lt;br /&gt;eh ok so??? it's not on purpose!&lt;br /&gt;and i really mixed up! im not a fan of bball anyway.&lt;br /&gt;SIGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/michael%20jordan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/michael%20jordan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway the post before was toooooo emo.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha im fine now because i smell good. amazing what a bath does. (:&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO BUY THE FOLLOWING SHIRTS.&lt;br /&gt;AND MANY OTHERS.&lt;br /&gt;i think david and goliath is so unique la. hahahahha&lt;br /&gt;and ultra funny. (: i esp like the 'guys in glasses are hot one'&lt;br /&gt;damn funny. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/rock%20is%20dead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/rock%20is%20dead.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/guys%20in%20glasses%20are%20hot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/guys%20in%20glasses%20are%20hot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUTE RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;(: hahaha it's time for a wardrobe revamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and and im going to learn how to wear heels. (:&lt;br /&gt;ive got my eyes set on one. (: (:&lt;br /&gt;ok more than one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i need now is cash and exercise and EXERCISE AND EXERCISE.&lt;br /&gt;(note: if i need a lot of cash to buy everything i want and the ratio of cash to exercise is 1:3 imagine how much i need!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dream, Wishes and Tears&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If dreams were given to a lonely man&lt;br /&gt;and a lonely man's dreams came true,&lt;br /&gt;I'd force myself to sleep all the time&lt;br /&gt;just so I could dream of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If wishes were given to a lonely man&lt;br /&gt;and I was given just two,&lt;br /&gt;I'd wish for you to always love me&lt;br /&gt;and the other I'd give to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my tears could write a love song&lt;br /&gt;I'd write a love song for you,&lt;br /&gt;It would explain just how I feel inside&lt;br /&gt;and how much I love you too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;But, dreams are only dreams&lt;br /&gt;and wishes seldom come true,&lt;br /&gt;My tears can't write a love song,&lt;br /&gt;but when they fall,&lt;br /&gt;they fall for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-Sir Shotgun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. (:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-116057767314083233?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/116057767314083233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=116057767314083233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/116057767314083233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/116057767314083233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/10/better.html' title='`better'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-116057382834643819</id><published>2006-10-11T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T21:37:08.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/ilu..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/ilu..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;my heart keeps falling faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just deleted an entire blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;and my itunes is screwed.&lt;br /&gt;and i cannot say/do anything to help my friends.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot take away the pain and i cannot ease the grief.&lt;br /&gt;i just feel like the most damn useful person on earth right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just feel so freaking pressurized im going to puke.&lt;br /&gt;yeah i know im being emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and come on if you're not happy spit it out.&lt;br /&gt;stop staring at me.&lt;br /&gt;go harass someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate feeling like this.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna scream till i cannot breathe and im all spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont pretend you're sorry&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-116057382834643819?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/116057382834643819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=116057382834643819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/116057382834643819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/116057382834643819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/10/love.html' title='`love'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-116014901777585364</id><published>2006-10-06T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T23:36:57.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`dirty lil secrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/21GnRNHodVs" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i LOVE this song.&lt;br /&gt;and i LOVE LOVE the music video.&lt;br /&gt;oh if you cant see click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=21GnRNHodVs"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i decided should stop being so emo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULES: set your ipod to shuffle mode. click to answer these questions in order.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is my anthem:&lt;/strong&gt; we're all in this together-high school musical&lt;br /&gt;hahaha uh not really&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This will be my wedding song:&lt;/strong&gt; heaven knows-rick price&lt;br /&gt;hahaha omg &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This song will be played at my funeral:&lt;/strong&gt; DROWNING-backstreet boys&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA this is a joke.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I first saw the love of my life while this song was playing:&lt;/strong&gt; here i am-brian adams&lt;br /&gt;(: ah i wouldn't tell.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This song is ALWAYS stuck in my head:&lt;/strong&gt; breaking free-high school musical&lt;br /&gt;yeah when i first heard it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This song reminds me of my ex:&lt;/strong&gt; L.O.V.E.-ashlee simpson&lt;br /&gt;eh not at all&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love to have hot, passionate sex to this song:&lt;/strong&gt; good day-click five&lt;br /&gt;well i wouldn't know but maybe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love to have slow, soft, love-making sessions to this song:&lt;/strong&gt; don't tell me-avril lavigne&lt;br /&gt;i do like this song hahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My mom was humming this tune when she gave birth to me:&lt;/strong&gt; this is the last time-keane&lt;br /&gt;actually i dont think so since i have a younger sister. hahaha actually i think women with labour pains wont hum they scream.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No matter how many times I hear it, I'll NEVER get sick of this song:&lt;/strong&gt; one day-simple plan&lt;br /&gt;uh ive never heard this song&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This song is the best song ever written:&lt;/strong&gt; where'd you go-fort minor&lt;br /&gt;not really there are so many better ones&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This song is the worst song ever written:&lt;/strong&gt; imagine me without you-jaci velasquez&lt;br /&gt;there are definitely worst and this song is quite nice&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I'm crying, I always play this song:&lt;/strong&gt; the adventure-angels and airwaves&lt;br /&gt;not at all i dont even think about this song&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I'm happy, I always play this song:&lt;/strong&gt; because of you-kelly clarkson&lt;br /&gt;haha this is so twisted but i know what i'll play 'that thing you do-the wonders'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I'm horny, I always play this song:&lt;/strong&gt; true-ryan cabrera&lt;br /&gt;i actually love this song but uh i think this's out of place again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I'm pissed off, I always play this song:&lt;/strong&gt; nature's law-embrace&lt;br /&gt;hahaha this reminds me of the class and their karma thing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This song describes my love life:&lt;/strong&gt; without you-jesse mcCartney&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This song reminds me of my family:&lt;/strong&gt;  far away-nickelback&lt;br /&gt;hahaha i think this is funny&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This song reminds me of my best friend:&lt;/strong&gt; perfect-simple plan&lt;br /&gt;the title describes but the song is well, go figure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I had my own reality show, this song would be the theme song&lt;/strong&gt;: october skies-waking ashland&lt;br /&gt;i quite like this song now. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I always sing this song when I'm drunk:&lt;/strong&gt; stars-switchfoot&lt;br /&gt;haha im never drunk cos i dont drink&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I&lt;strong&gt; want my significant other to sing this song to me on my birthday:&lt;/strong&gt; remember the name-fort minor&lt;br /&gt;why would i want this song??? hahahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is the ultimate party song:&lt;/strong&gt; deja vu- beyonce feat.jay-z&lt;br /&gt;ooh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dance around in my room [naked] to this song:&lt;/strong&gt; everyone-backstreet boys&lt;br /&gt;not naked and not this song. hahaha &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is the warm-up song to every sport at my school:&lt;/strong&gt; testify to love-bethel ypg&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha i hope so but i doubt it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This song makes me all hot and bothered:&lt;/strong&gt; i'd do anything-simple plan&lt;br /&gt;hmmm maybe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I swear that this song was written about me:&lt;/strong&gt; pour My love-bethel ypg&lt;br /&gt;i really hope so. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hahahaha im psycho i know.&lt;br /&gt;stop being so emo shiyun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-116014901777585364?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/116014901777585364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=116014901777585364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/116014901777585364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/116014901777585364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/10/dirty-lil-secrets.html' title='`dirty lil secrets'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-116014306171729792</id><published>2006-10-06T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T21:57:41.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`invisible</title><content type='html'>today i felt            invisible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-116014306171729792?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/116014306171729792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=116014306171729792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/116014306171729792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/116014306171729792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/10/invisible.html' title='`invisible'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-115955170563828691</id><published>2006-09-30T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T02:09:16.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`quiz! (:</title><content type='html'>if you always wondered what i do when i wait for my sis to figure how to use the ipod at 130am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maybe I should&lt;/strong&gt; try walking upside down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love&lt;/strong&gt; the mudpie at island creamery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't understand how&lt;/strong&gt; i became so fat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I lose sleep over&lt;/strong&gt; you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;people say&lt;/strong&gt; everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love is&lt;/strong&gt; still holding my hand in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when I like someone I'm..&lt;/strong&gt; deranged HAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somewhere someone is&lt;/strong&gt; walking on their hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will always&lt;/strong&gt; conform&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'forever' is..&lt;/strong&gt; a very long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I never want to&lt;/strong&gt; grow fatter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think the current US president&lt;/strong&gt; is George Bush(im quite sure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will never&lt;/strong&gt; eat insects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my past is&lt;/strong&gt; none of your business(ATTITUDE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my greatest fear is&lt;/strong&gt; the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I get annoyed when&lt;/strong&gt; there are no taxis when i need them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kisses are&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;the best when&lt;/strong&gt; time is not a factor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tomorrow is&lt;/strong&gt; saturday. thank God it's the weekend (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really want to&lt;/strong&gt; go on a farm stay.(random i know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have low tolerance for people&lt;/strong&gt; who dont return my calls LIKE ZAC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay hello hello (: hahaha i completed this in like 5 mins.&lt;br /&gt;everything is like the first thing that came to my head. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i realised that recently everyone's liking giraffes and eeyores. (: and red.&lt;br /&gt;maybe im influential(RIGHT) or maybe im a trendsetter hahaha like qazim likes to think himself to be.&lt;br /&gt;therefore ive decided to write a list of things i like.&lt;br /&gt;however, it must be noted that this list is subjected to change at any whim and fancy. (though some would remain forever and ever i hope)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in a league of His own which transcends all others to infinty and beyond)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BETHANY (: (: (: (: &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRAFFES. (: (:&lt;br /&gt;EEYORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BESTIES FOR LIFE LIFE LIFE LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mudpie&lt;br /&gt;oreo cheesecake&lt;br /&gt;honey stars&lt;br /&gt;waffle crisps&lt;br /&gt;my pink(NOT bimbotic) ipod&lt;br /&gt;my phone(for once this is really really true)&lt;br /&gt;white colours(like my phone background)&lt;br /&gt;pastel stuff&lt;br /&gt;my purse (: (:&lt;br /&gt;pretty ribbons&lt;br /&gt;saying random things just to shock people&lt;br /&gt;mushroom soup&lt;br /&gt;candy empire&lt;br /&gt;nice sappy love songs/boybands(ok i exist in my own era)&lt;br /&gt;cookies and cream anything&lt;br /&gt;ICE CREAM &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;quirky worded shirts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok this is tough to suddenly rmb but if you walk down the street with me i think you'll find out a lot in one day. maybe i'll just post in late random posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-115955170563828691?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/115955170563828691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=115955170563828691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115955170563828691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115955170563828691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/09/quiz.html' title='`quiz! (:'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-115954960406150263</id><published>2006-09-30T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T01:06:44.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`my perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/heart%20on%20sand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/heart%20on%20sand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've trawled the oceans,&lt;br /&gt;the rivers and the seas&lt;br /&gt;seeking something that's so special&lt;br /&gt;the likes I've never seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've searched the beaches&lt;br /&gt;far and wide&lt;br /&gt;the coves and pools so deep&lt;br /&gt;But never have I found&lt;br /&gt;the item of my quest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've even tried the shops&lt;br /&gt;the factories and jewelers too&lt;br /&gt;To no avail&lt;br /&gt;this thing cannot be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been around the world&lt;br /&gt;asking on my way&lt;br /&gt;but nobody can tell me,&lt;br /&gt;where it lies&lt;br /&gt;or whether it is under, or&lt;br /&gt;just laying on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My search has been in vain,&lt;br /&gt;to find this perfect piece&lt;br /&gt;no matter how I try&lt;br /&gt;the answer's just the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No we've never seen it,&lt;br /&gt;look some other place".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now after all these years&lt;br /&gt;of disappointment and distress&lt;br /&gt;I've given up the chase.&lt;br /&gt;Because, now I've found what&lt;br /&gt;I was looking for.&lt;br /&gt;-Carl Rimmer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found you. (:&lt;br /&gt;hello hello (:&lt;br /&gt;my sister's ipod came too so im helping her.&lt;br /&gt;since im such a tech genius. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today biqi, zac, kev and kj came over and squeezed in my lil house.&lt;br /&gt;and we watched 5 movies in a row.&lt;br /&gt;it's really quite tiring but fun in an indescribable way. (:&lt;br /&gt;anyway i heard nathan got scolded. hahahaha he got it coming man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh it's 1am now.&lt;br /&gt;heh it's good to not have exams. (: (:&lt;br /&gt;ok i wont gloat please study hard all you clowns and dont let me down.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-115954960406150263?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/115954960406150263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=115954960406150263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115954960406150263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115954960406150263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-perfect.html' title='`my perfect'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-115942329164058226</id><published>2006-09-28T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T14:01:31.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`PROMOS ARE OVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/SP_A0178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/SP_A0178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;hello i survived the promos albeit a LOT fatter and with a complete lack of sleep and an extremely puffy face  but hey, the worst is over. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha we watched john tucker must die.&lt;br /&gt;(: it's a super nice chick flick.&lt;br /&gt;i loved it. (: ok except the lesbian kissing part! &gt;____&lt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah that face is damn cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha then we went to zac's house.&lt;br /&gt;the rest im too lazy to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im feeling so good that even the drilling upstairs(yes they're still drilling) is not annoying me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as per custom, i would have to talk about pw.&lt;br /&gt;haha amy's coming over to do then we have to go down to school cos nathan is such an annoying man.&lt;br /&gt;he wanted the whole class to go to school but didn't tell us what time so he went to complain to bro paul and now BP wants to talk to us.&lt;br /&gt;nathan said we were supposed to be in school by 8. weird how come uh none of us heard it??&lt;br /&gt;obviously the highly probable factor that he didn't say is absolutely true.&lt;br /&gt;haha he's such a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and im SEVENTEEN. (:&lt;br /&gt;thanks to all the lovely people who remembered! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok BYE!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-115942329164058226?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/115942329164058226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=115942329164058226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115942329164058226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115942329164058226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/09/promos-are-over.html' title='`PROMOS ARE OVER'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-115884415627285349</id><published>2006-09-21T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T21:09:16.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`heart and hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/heart%20and%20hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/heart%20and%20hands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just meet me in the stars, that is where I will be.&lt;br /&gt;A special place in the stars just for you and for me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-115884415627285349?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/115884415627285349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=115884415627285349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115884415627285349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115884415627285349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/09/heart-and-hands.html' title='`heart and hands'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-115830513963226486</id><published>2006-09-15T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T15:28:49.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`approaching promos!</title><content type='html'>boys never attempt to understand the female mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/boys%20dont%20listen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/boys%20dont%20listen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha the feminism in my class was heightened this week with MUCH screaming and high pitched voices and distortions!&lt;br /&gt;and of course zac's wonderful tactlessness.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah in going with me to dental the receptionists came up with the guys being my bodyguards?!&lt;br /&gt;do i look that in need of protection? anyway zac marvellously adapted that to me being the pimp and he,kev, CRYSTAL AND PRISSY being prostitutes!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha which undoubtedly created a humongous uproar.&lt;br /&gt;and he told us the next day in school that he liked girls with short hair which none of us on the rhs(right hand side) have. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;and obviously the rest of the guys would have to be pulled in being uh buddies.&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;br /&gt;kev: silence is golden.&lt;br /&gt;girls: are you saying we're noisy???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in reply he faced the window&lt;br /&gt;prissy: he thinks we're too ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg hahahah super funny. so much happened.(refer to qazim's blog for details)&lt;br /&gt;and crystal resumed being vengeance girl also.&lt;br /&gt;oh and we got biqi her birthday presents.&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAPPY BRITHDAY BIQI! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got her a marauder's map and a book for record of undoings of the boys! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/studying%20and%20sleeping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/studying%20and%20sleeping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS is what ive been doing nearly every gp and geog lesson this week and when im trying to study.&lt;br /&gt;anyway the lhs thinks that we're all muggers(as in the rhs) which is so weird!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha but i really really wanna pass my promos properly.&lt;br /&gt;i initially started out with wanting to get C's for everything but i think now i'll just be realistic.&lt;br /&gt;and PROMOS START NEXT MONDAY.&lt;br /&gt;WHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye all you sadistic morons. &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-115830513963226486?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/115830513963226486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=115830513963226486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115830513963226486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115830513963226486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/09/approaching-promos.html' title='`approaching promos!'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-115763983103918584</id><published>2006-09-07T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T22:37:11.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`BRC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/Backrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/Backrow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i like this picture a lot. (:&lt;br /&gt;these two guys, zac(left) and qazim(right) are extremely wonderful friends(most of the time!).&lt;br /&gt;and i love them because they always stand up for me. (:&lt;br /&gt;ok and i think half the school population think im tgt with zac which is like so weird?&lt;br /&gt;oh and the girl in my chem class thought i was tgt with qazim! hahahah&lt;br /&gt;and i like this pic because IM TALL! (:&lt;br /&gt;and and and they try to look fierce which is extremely funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha bel is such a ditz! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;*sy perfection is like chivalry; non-existent. says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha oh well&lt;br /&gt;*sy perfection is like chivalry; non-existent. says:&lt;br /&gt;that was so last year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;isabel*/ says:&lt;br /&gt;last year??&lt;br /&gt;isabel*/ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but u were in pj only this yr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;*sy perfection is like chivalry; non-existent. says:&lt;br /&gt;it's a figure of speech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;isabel*/ says:&lt;br /&gt;OHH.&lt;br /&gt;isabel*/ says:&lt;br /&gt;HEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;*sy perfection is like chivalry; non-existent. says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;isabel*/ says:&lt;br /&gt;say tt was so in the past instead la!&lt;br /&gt;isabel*/ says:&lt;br /&gt;im a dumb blonde.&lt;br /&gt;isabel*/ says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;*sy perfection is like chivalry; non-existent. says:&lt;br /&gt;haha I KNOW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see! (:&lt;br /&gt;oh i rmb bel likes the colour purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh toktok and i went to try the smelly beancurd today.&lt;br /&gt;it was awful!!! it's like worse than smelly boys.&lt;br /&gt;and i DETEST smelly boys.&lt;br /&gt;and and and when you eat it you can like taste the smelliness. serious!!!&lt;br /&gt;it just wants to make you make the awful scrunched up face.&lt;br /&gt;sth like &gt;______&lt; that!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and shu(as in shuqin) if you're reading this, toktok wants me to tell you that i speak untruths on my blog and that you shouldn't believe anything i write here.&lt;br /&gt;but shu between you and me, you know how toktok is so shy about relationship stuff we should help her be more open. (:&lt;br /&gt;that's what friends are for! esp best friends. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh toktok likes kinky songs(like qazim!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;'i'll let you whip me if i misbehave'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sexy back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a worse note, I TOOK FOUR HOURS TO FINISH READING 35 PAGES WORTH OF READINGS. on minerals which is extremely extremely boring!&lt;br /&gt;-frowns.&lt;br /&gt;AND AND AND I STILL HAVE THIS TERM'S LECTURE NOTES AND 50 PAGES OF READINGS!&lt;br /&gt;and it's friday tmr. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how am i ever ever ever ever ever going to complete human geog??&lt;br /&gt;which has like two or three times the readings i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;yingwei says:&lt;br /&gt;pls don't mention untruths&lt;br /&gt;yingwei says:&lt;br /&gt;and pls don't add in embarrassing stories&lt;br /&gt;yingwei says:&lt;br /&gt;eg the panasonic one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha she just reminded me! (:&lt;br /&gt;we(toktok joel and i) were at bk the other day.&lt;br /&gt;and toktok just couldn't stop using her phone!&lt;br /&gt;so joel and i were talking.&lt;br /&gt;the conv went sth like this.(it's NC16 by the way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;me: omg she's still on the phone and she's ignoring us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;joel: we should paste a panasonic sticker on our forehead then maybe she'll talk to us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;me: right then she has to press our face??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;joel: uh no? the face will be the screen then she'll press the body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;me: -dumbfounded for 5 secs.&lt;br /&gt;        right no absolute way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;joel: where's thong when we need him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;me: oh thong wouldn't need the panasonic thing. all he has to do is walk in and the phone immediately disappears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(i cant rmb the rest but you get the gist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway after 5 mins she finally gets off hte phone and stops msging and says sth like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;"so did i miss anything?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing dear. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;you see everytime i go out with toktok, it's her, me and her phone.&lt;br /&gt;anyway we're ranked like this in her life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1) THONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2) PHONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3) joel and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;oh well some things just cant be helped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;im still trying to upload the videos with fabian in them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;cos they're really really funny/ demented. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he's so beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;such a beautiful diaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-115763983103918584?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/115763983103918584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=115763983103918584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115763983103918584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115763983103918584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/09/brc.html' title='`BRC'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-115760716731718176</id><published>2006-09-07T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T13:32:47.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`things i like/want</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/SP_A0100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/SP_A0100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;the topic today is potential cravings (:&lt;br /&gt;first up is THE mudpie from island creamery which i think is better than nydc's cookie monster mudpie. (: (:&lt;br /&gt;IT'S SO GOOD. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/SP_A0104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/SP_A0104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;this needs no further explaination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/SP_A0106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/SP_A0106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i like candy empire.&lt;br /&gt;the guy in front of it is redundant and insisted on being in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/SP_A0152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/SP_A0152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;THIS is what bel and i uh dream off.&lt;br /&gt;PERSONALLY I THINK IT'S DISGUSTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! (:&lt;br /&gt;more pictures from my phone.&lt;br /&gt;i HAVE to finish physical geog by today. i was supposed to finish ALL my geog by today la.&lt;br /&gt;see unproductive. -frowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuition ytd was devastating.&lt;br /&gt;after that zac wanted to roll under the bus and die??&lt;br /&gt;go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really really really want to have the mudpie now. ):&lt;br /&gt;i think i should learn to have more determination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rainbows created my imagination&lt;br /&gt;As it arched across the sky&lt;br /&gt;On one end there sat you&lt;br /&gt;At the other end, there sat I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagining I could slide across&lt;br /&gt;Over the rainbow to the end&lt;br /&gt;There would be my pot of gold&lt;br /&gt;The sweet love of my dear friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rainbow is a connection&lt;br /&gt;Like a bridge from me to you&lt;br /&gt;It appears joined by sunlight&lt;br /&gt;Then the grey skies turn to blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving after the rainstorms&lt;br /&gt;It became so evident to me&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of love follow rainbows&lt;br /&gt;They arched right across the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A colourful arching rainbow&lt;br /&gt;It has no gate, it has no door&lt;br /&gt;It reaches from friend to friend&lt;br /&gt;It arches from shore to shore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled up today at the sky&lt;br /&gt;How far would my loving smile go&lt;br /&gt;It slid right over to the other side&lt;br /&gt;The other end of the coloured rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-115760716731718176?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/115760716731718176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=115760716731718176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115760716731718176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115760716731718176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/09/things-i-likewant.html' title='`things i like/want'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-115743690097430897</id><published>2006-09-05T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T14:18:48.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/SP_A0027.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/SP_A0027.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drew all this during econs lecture. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/SP_A0020.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/SP_A0020.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/SP_A0014.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/SP_A0014.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh this is my fav. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/SP_A0019.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/SP_A0019.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah this is only in the book for this term and it's only like 30% of the drawings la.&lt;br /&gt;and ive lyrics of a few songs in there too! (:&lt;br /&gt;ok you know i really shouldn't be so happy about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i just typed out an entire entry and it's gone!!&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when it it happens.&lt;br /&gt;ok anyway I HAVEN'T STUDIED THE ENTIRE DAY THANKS TO SOME ANNOYING TWERPS UPSTAIRS WHO WANT TO DRILL THROUGH THE ENTIRE BLOCK I THINK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to think i intended to finish all my geog by this week.&lt;br /&gt;like both human and physical.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i think i should not try to attempt the impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway joel and i foiled toktok and thong's dating plans!!&lt;br /&gt;hahah they were planning to go out behind our backs! tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;so now all of us are gonna watch the devil wears prada tgt. (:&lt;br /&gt;-beams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess we're just gonna live with this void.&lt;br /&gt;it's just so amazing how things turn out isn't it? but in a funny way im so glad i made the right choice. that i have friends who are always there beside me and see through your whole bunch of lies and help me discern who you really are. but you know contary to what you think, you really dont matter that much to me. and you might come up with a thousand and one reasone to explain your momentary lapse but the fact is you just cant cope with who i am. well, too bad that's just your loss then.&lt;br /&gt;cos you know i dont even have to pretend i care. &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/1600/the%20devil%20wears%20prada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 94px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" height="145" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/the%20devil%20wears%20prada.jpg" width="94" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HERE I COME. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-115743690097430897?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/115743690097430897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=115743690097430897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115743690097430897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115743690097430897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/09/again.html' title='`again'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-115712419512675254</id><published>2006-09-01T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T23:23:15.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`qazim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/SP_A0185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/SP_A0185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;WALLY(qazim) and the broccoli. (:&lt;br /&gt;his tie's super cool and he's wearing make-up!&lt;br /&gt;AND HE HAS A DOG(in the drama) CALLED FIFI.&lt;br /&gt;i'll never let him live this down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/SP_A0184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/SP_A0184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and another one. i look weird in this pic cant pinpoint why though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/SP_A0183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/SP_A0183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;hahahaha pretty boy(fabian) and i were saying that he looked like an extremely tired boyfriend who is bringing flowers to his girlfriend in hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/SP_A0179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/SP_A0179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;this is fabian being a narcissist as usual.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha he thinks zac and i are tgt(like half the school population i think!)&lt;br /&gt;toktok was telling me today that annmarie told shu who told her that i have a boyfriend in school aka zac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL SO MISUNDERSTOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok shall show you more photos and uploads my videos next time too!!!&lt;br /&gt;haha then you'll see fabian the supermodel and fabian the demented guy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-115712419512675254?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/115712419512675254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=115712419512675254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115712419512675254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115712419512675254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/09/qazim.html' title='`qazim'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-115712329438971566</id><published>2006-09-01T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T23:08:14.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`studying</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/SP_A0192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/SP_A0192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;hahaha now i have evidence! (:&lt;br /&gt;THONG, are you jealous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/SP_A0193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/SP_A0193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ok this is a typical studying table of toktok and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/SP_A0190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/SP_A0190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i bought her a flower!! (:&lt;br /&gt;i love making making her happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY updated my phone's pictures. hahaha there's more to come folks!&lt;br /&gt;see cos my phone's the trusty camera that i bring around. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to study with toktok today.&lt;br /&gt;haven't spoken to her in like ages and ages la&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok folks more pics to come! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i couldn't find the song i wanted to i'll try to rmb to find it cos it's really super nice!&lt;br /&gt;but this one's so indescribably nice too. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I wear my seatbelt in the car I buckle up for safety&lt;br /&gt;I run for cover from the storm&lt;br /&gt;I wear a band aid on my knee&lt;br /&gt;I look both ways when crossing and I flee&lt;br /&gt;Any danger I can see&lt;br /&gt;And if I try each day to save my life in every way I can&lt;br /&gt;How could I understand the way&lt;br /&gt;You died for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus) 'Cause I don't know if I could even if I think I would&lt;br /&gt;If I had to die for someone&lt;br /&gt;If I had to die for someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;How could I ever give my life to set the guilty free&lt;br /&gt;When I cannot imagine&lt;br /&gt;If I had to die for someone else like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Someone else like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep away from falling rocks and I don't play with matches&lt;br /&gt;I lock the door I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me I'm much too old to wear a scarf out in the cold&lt;br /&gt;But I want to live until I die&lt;br /&gt;I guess I love my life a little more than I should love it&lt;br /&gt;And if I had to I don't know if I could&lt;br /&gt;Lay it down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am glad that You are not at all like me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause You laid down Your life and did it willingly&lt;br /&gt;It still amazes me to know&lt;br /&gt;It's me that&lt;br /&gt;You were thinking of&lt;br /&gt;No One else could have a greater love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super nice right. (:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-115712329438971566?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/115712329438971566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=115712329438971566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115712329438971566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115712329438971566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/09/studying.html' title='`studying'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-115711992272701170</id><published>2006-09-01T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T22:12:03.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`touched</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f4B-r8KJhlE" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;omg it's super touching right.&lt;br /&gt;i cried like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;the son is a a spastic quadriplegic, cerebral palsy, non-speaking person which makes him like slow in everything and he wanted to compete.&lt;br /&gt;so his father who's 65(!) by the way did it.&lt;br /&gt;and they weren't last if you haven't realised.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;you know and it got me thinking if human love could do so much, how much more our Father in heaven. (: there's a song to this i shall find it and post the lyrics. (: (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;anyway i shall only post happy stuff. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;QAZIM'S PERFORMANCE YTD WAS GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;he was the only reason davin kept awake!!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha and he was really good even though it's like his everyday character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and zac kept commenting on the prettiness of sondra.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;and we gave qazim a broccoli!!!! (:&lt;br /&gt;and kev and biqi sunflowers. (:&lt;br /&gt;ok we did give him one too in the end. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;ok im gonna upload more pictures now. (: (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;sorry we interupt this programme to bring you a very serious and truthful message:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i miss you. ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;aww.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-115711992272701170?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/115711992272701170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=115711992272701170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115711992272701170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115711992272701170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/09/touched.html' title='`touched'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-115678591370680135</id><published>2006-08-29T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T01:25:13.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`no mistakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When you want to give up and your heart's about to break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Remember that you're perfect, &lt;strong&gt;God makes no mistakes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a feeling im going to wake up tmr with bad hair and bad complexion but im going to cheerful not because that's what i do everyday but just because! (:&lt;br /&gt;ok i can feel it's a good start already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-115678591370680135?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/115678591370680135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=115678591370680135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115678591370680135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115678591370680135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/08/no-mistakes.html' title='`no mistakes'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-115678360878620235</id><published>2006-08-29T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T00:46:48.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/DSCN2593.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/DSCN2593.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;when your friends are down, BE THERE FOR THEM. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately, everyone's life's been falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;and aptly the song playing now is welcome to my life.&lt;br /&gt;WEIRD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______.&lt;br /&gt;even though everything might seem as though it's falling apart and you dont know who to trust anymore, always know you'll have me!&lt;br /&gt;and of course even more reliable than me, a God that's always there 24/7 just waiting to listen to your woes for you to confide in Him even though He knows all.&lt;br /&gt;so just trust in His will and His plan because they are good. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont cry all of you, it's wasted on these QHDWQHRGRWGNBQI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______.&lt;br /&gt;dont bother about boys and their insensitive behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i think(ok nvm what i think).&lt;br /&gt;just keep your girlfriends near and we'll personally break the neck of the guy that breaks your heart!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha or we can use crystal's brazilian fireants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes there've been an onslaught of upset people lately.&lt;br /&gt;and almost all of which have to do with bitching etc.&lt;br /&gt;amazing how words can bring so much hurt.&lt;br /&gt;reminds me of this line in othello that pa(kev) and i were reading today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha and i found out some words people say i am behind my back:&lt;br /&gt;lazy&lt;br /&gt;selfish(this was a first man)&lt;br /&gt;bitchy&lt;br /&gt;bimbotic(you're supposed to be pretty which im not as jotham told me frankly)&lt;br /&gt;flirt(because i hang out with guys hahaha now that's a real crime if ive seen any)&lt;br /&gt;so now you know what people do when they have nothing else to do! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i was just thinking you know about things.&lt;br /&gt;i shall try to be nice to be abigail since she's not sitting beside me and i'll try not to be so freaked out by her even though everyone keeps scaring me.&lt;br /&gt;and i'll try to be nice and kind and patient to people who insists on simply saying sth bad about everyone then saying that they shouldn't because of karma and that it'll happen to them(eg grow uglier)&lt;br /&gt;and be extremely tolerant of people who have comments to make on everything and anything and stories(true/untrue?) about everything under the sun.&lt;br /&gt;and even more loving to those that insists in front of you to, you know, put the past behind then bitch about you to the rest of the world. ah those, of course need the most special care and concern because these people are just &lt;strong&gt;SO weird&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;the list goes on but you get what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, i saw kavee today! (:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha and we got all four spongebob toys from BK.&lt;br /&gt;CHICKEN CHEESESTICKS. my new love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i found out that zac's going to start going to the same tuition as me!&lt;br /&gt;how cool is that! hahahaha he thinks we're fated to marry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and other random facts:&lt;br /&gt;pa and i started night study today. we're trendsetters for our class and we experienced such terrible temperature changes.&lt;br /&gt;ive got a breakout from the fedora hat during anniversary dance! -frowns.&lt;br /&gt;it has advanced to such a stage that it is painful and never-ending(refuses to go away)&lt;br /&gt;SIGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and of course how can my post be complete without pw.&lt;br /&gt;i finished the written report(ie completed the word quota) cos nathan refused to mark???&lt;br /&gt;from 1684 to 2317 words. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this's such a weird/unusual entry.&lt;br /&gt;i think it's the nights that do this to me!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-115678360878620235?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/115678360878620235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=115678360878620235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115678360878620235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115678360878620235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/08/back.html' title='`back'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-115635250558077871</id><published>2006-08-24T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T01:02:09.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`new skin!</title><content type='html'>IVE GOT A NEW BLOGSKIN!&lt;br /&gt;(: ok hmm i like the picture and it indirectly motivates me to want to lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;beside it's simple, pure and white. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway the transparent box is like too small!&lt;br /&gt;i need help because this is beyond my vast technological expertise.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha my blog's going to be real pretty soon. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok bye weirdos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-115635250558077871?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/115635250558077871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=115635250558077871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115635250558077871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115635250558077871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-skin.html' title='`new skin!'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-115634968912879397</id><published>2006-08-23T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T00:14:49.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`finally</title><content type='html'>OMG BLOGGER IS FINALLY BETTER.&lt;br /&gt;waited super long for it to load!&lt;br /&gt;anyway i wont post pictures up so that everyone will stop complaining about how long it takes to load!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the major event was phototaking after which the teacher had another 20 enemies added to her list.&lt;br /&gt;omg seriously she was like hurting crystal!&lt;br /&gt;like pressing her fingernails into the neck and screaming at all of us.&lt;br /&gt;i mean like hello?? we do not buy shirts by our neck size??? are you like dumb??&lt;br /&gt;isn't it like duh of course we're pissed at you!&lt;br /&gt;and she yelled at biqi for crossing her legs simply she cos she was waiting for us!&lt;br /&gt;and she pulled my skirt till it was gonna like touch my ankles or sth and the worse teacher of the year RENGANATHAN added so many comments!&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;see what i put up with everyday&lt;/em&gt;" and "&lt;em&gt;so bloody defiant&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;some people just dont know when to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;oh and she was like "&lt;em&gt;your yearbook is going to be published all over the world in the tourism industries and people everywhere will see it! paris, japan, england and even china! if you want to get rid of it you must burn all the libraries down!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;burn her more like it la.&lt;br /&gt;and she said that when we go to work people will refer to our yearbook!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha born comedian man.&lt;br /&gt;and nathan scolded lace and me for laughing???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then as usual we towned(qazim kev biqi zac and me)&lt;br /&gt;where zac made his famous joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;'why did the chicken cross the road?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;'to get a halal sticker!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which of course granted him a pinch at his nipple after which he was speechless for ten mins!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our class turned into a fantasy land. (ok the following is copied from &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;qazim's blog&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;harry potter = kevin chow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;hermione = lee pek kei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;ron weasley = goh kia jin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;fred weasley = weiying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;george weasley = priscilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;bill weasley = claudio chock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;percy weasley = aaron tay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;mrs weasley = lovelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;rita skeeter = amy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;cedric diggory = zach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;cho chang = shi yun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;padma patil = crystal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;parvati patil = carrie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;lavender brown = priyanka (who gets to kiss ron!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;3headed dog = you know who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;professor trelawney = ME(qazim)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;fleur = lace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;peeves/ draco malfoy = yonglin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;neville longbottom = fabian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;ginny weasley = rachel tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;dean thomas = zixiang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;colin crevey = chicken little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;penelope clearwater = xin fang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;hagrid = samuel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;lee jordan = nato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;seamus finnigan = alfred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;pansy parkinson = enemy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;dolores umbridge = bitch who scolded us for phototaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;trolls = SUBWAY PEOPLE FOR KICKING US OUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;prof binns = mr glascow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;prof flitwick = ms moh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;prof sporuts = mrs tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;snape = renga/daphne tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;madam hooch = mr tay (PE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;gilderoy lockhart = mr tay (geog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;dobby = mr low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;mcgonnagal = ms lim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;CHARACTERS NOT T BE NAMED:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;mr dursley/ mrs dursley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;dementors/ luna lovegood/ moaning myrtle/ shredded basilk/dyin and baby voldemort/ BOGGART (same person)peter pettigrew/whomping willow/dudley (same person)troll/merpeople/3headeddog/madame maxim (diff people)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;OKAY, WELCOME T FANTASY WORLD OF t08.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;where noone dies or get aids. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg omg fri's pe change to econs lesson la!&lt;br /&gt;i rather have pe anyday. ))))))))))))):&lt;br /&gt;and promos are like in 3 weeks time?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha oh in assembly today qazim was pointing at the cj hall of fame thing and bro paul was like "you want your name to be up there? show me the results."&lt;br /&gt;hahaha i think qazim has a better chance of being the priest.&lt;br /&gt;ok no comments against qazim!&lt;br /&gt;rmb zac's punishment!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I shed a tear today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Silently, I felt it fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You caught it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;shared it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;held it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;felt it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;suddenly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;it wasn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;so big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;after all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-Marge Tindal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-115634968912879397?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/115634968912879397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=115634968912879397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115634968912879397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115634968912879397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/08/finally.html' title='`finally'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-115625444434447399</id><published>2006-08-22T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T21:47:24.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`special day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Je9PCbOLX_g" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this's one of the dances. (:&lt;br /&gt;the solid rock dance. it's a bit shaky and i took it off nat(THE MAN)'s blog! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rlUvtYIzmCM" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FOR YOU&gt;3. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Never knew I could feel like this&lt;br /&gt;Like I've never seen the sky before&lt;br /&gt;Want to vanish inside your kiss&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I love you more and more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to my heart, can you hear it sings&lt;br /&gt;Telling me to give you everything&lt;br /&gt;Seasons may change winter to spring&lt;br /&gt;But I love you until the end of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come what may, come what may&lt;br /&gt;I will love you until my dying day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste&lt;br /&gt;It all revolves around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And there's no mountain too high no river too wide&lt;br /&gt;Sing out this song and I'll be there by your side&lt;br /&gt;Storm clouds may gather and stars may collide&lt;br /&gt;But I love you until the end of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Come what may, come what may&lt;br /&gt;I will love you until my dying day&lt;br /&gt;Oh come what may, come what may&lt;br /&gt;I will love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Come what may, come what may&lt;br /&gt;I will love you until my dying day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yay! (:&lt;br /&gt;today, nothing brings me down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-115625444434447399?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/115625444434447399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=115625444434447399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115625444434447399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115625444434447399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/08/special-day.html' title='`special day'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-115616830633659122</id><published>2006-08-21T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T21:51:46.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`anni 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/DSCN2798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/DSCN2798.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;edwin and me (:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha joel and i gave him a maozetung for xmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/DSCN2807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/DSCN2807.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;they were trying to do a shot for macho men of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/DSCN2803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/DSCN2803.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;see this are the people that cant stop posing for my cam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/DSCN2809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/DSCN2809.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;even though nick looks like a devil(because he's nervous! hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;i like this picture.&lt;br /&gt;just because...&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha REJOYCE.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-115616830633659122?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/115616830633659122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=115616830633659122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115616830633659122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115616830633659122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/08/anni-4.html' title='`anni 4'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-115616803004391209</id><published>2006-08-21T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T21:47:10.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`anni 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/DSCN2778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/DSCN2778.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;batch picture. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/DSCN2792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/DSCN2792.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;me, nadine and huiling.&lt;br /&gt;they're so so so so cute!&lt;br /&gt;and nadine FINALLY talked to me. (:&lt;br /&gt;oh she gave me her phone no(like handphone) and she has 2 email accounts and her own laptop.&lt;br /&gt;and hse's primary 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/DSCN2793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/DSCN2793.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;solid rock dancers. (: and adel! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/DSCN2797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/DSCN2797.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;some random picture.&lt;br /&gt;left to right: nick, qy, edwin, moses(mousey), me and sui!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-115616803004391209?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/115616803004391209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=115616803004391209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115616803004391209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115616803004391209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/08/anni-3_21.html' title='`anni 3'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-115616776745623160</id><published>2006-08-21T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T21:42:47.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`anni 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/DSCN2788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/DSCN2788.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;me and joyce. her dress is really pretty. (:&lt;br /&gt;and joyce is pretty too. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/DSCN2789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/DSCN2789.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;me and yuwen. (:&lt;br /&gt;she wears the prettiest things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/DSCN2790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/DSCN2790.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;me and auntie margaret. (:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha she wants to teach me to cook.&lt;br /&gt;i would say she's really brave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/DSCN2799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/DSCN2799.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;joel and me. (: (:&lt;br /&gt;i like his new hair.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-115616776745623160?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/115616776745623160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=115616776745623160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115616776745623160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115616776745623160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/08/anni-3.html' title='`anni 3'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-115616736529902713</id><published>2006-08-21T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T21:36:05.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`anni 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/DSCN2787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/DSCN2787.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;sui and i doing our usuals hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/DSCN2779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/DSCN2779.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;me and DAvin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/DSCN2782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/DSCN2782.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i think nat's hot with his braces!&lt;br /&gt;but he's taken by yuwen AND a mysterious girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/DSCN2785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/DSCN2785.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;tanya, christina and me.&lt;br /&gt;they make me feel very fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH REMINDS ME MY LOSE WEIGHT REGIME STARTS...&lt;br /&gt;UH SOON.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-115616736529902713?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/115616736529902713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=115616736529902713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115616736529902713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115616736529902713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/08/anni-2.html' title='`anni 2'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-115616688844012552</id><published>2006-08-21T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T21:31:20.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`anniversary</title><content type='html'>the funny/ cute/weird pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/DSCN2777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/DSCN2777.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gavin played the 'don't move!' game with them.&lt;br /&gt;ie they were not supposed to move till he came back smart right?&lt;br /&gt;they're so cute! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/DSCN2780.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/DSCN2780.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the anorexic club. left to right: sui(vice-president), nick(president), qy(cleaner)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/DSCN2784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/DSCN2784.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know!!! hahah it looks uh wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/DSCN2786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/DSCN2786.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes the annual attack of the dessert table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anniversary was fun and meaningful. (:&lt;br /&gt;the dances preoccupied me a lot but it was special knowing that mommy was in the audience and she brought a friend! (:&lt;br /&gt;and tanya and christina came! (:&lt;br /&gt;i wont type everything about it but it was really indescribable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposed to do my geog tutorial but i didn't bring my notes back so it's just not meant to be! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll keep this short since ive still lots of uploading to do.&lt;br /&gt;i realised uploading pictures makes me happy. (:&lt;br /&gt;and i really need some uplifting after the horrible day today.&lt;br /&gt;(sorry about the flustered-ness!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;for you, tomorrow. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I hear them whisper your name,&lt;br /&gt;those mighty winds that blow.&lt;br /&gt;I know that you are close at hand,&lt;br /&gt;the winds just told me so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The direction from whence they blew,&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure I know.&lt;br /&gt;For only when I hear your name,&lt;br /&gt;am I sure the winds did blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caressing my face with a whisper ...&lt;br /&gt;calling out your name,&lt;br /&gt;the winds of delight entice me.&lt;br /&gt;I will never be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will follow the singing wind.&lt;br /&gt;where it leads me I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;For the winds that blew you from me ...&lt;br /&gt;will take me where I must go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upward into the hills,&lt;br /&gt;calmly across the sea,&lt;br /&gt;Hold on my love, I'm coming...&lt;br /&gt;The wind has beckoned me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free to wander and search this earth,&lt;br /&gt;no matter how far that may be.&lt;br /&gt;Free to follow the whispering wind ...&lt;br /&gt;until it blows me back to thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear your laughter on the wind.&lt;br /&gt;I try with all my might,&lt;br /&gt;to reach out and touch you&lt;br /&gt;on this windy night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be getting closer&lt;br /&gt;for I feel your whispered love.&lt;br /&gt;I reach out my hand to you,&lt;br /&gt;please find me, my sweet dove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You grasp my hand in yours&lt;br /&gt;and softly speak my name,&lt;br /&gt;out of the whispering winds&lt;br /&gt;We are together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-Marge Tindal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not everything needs to be shown or shouted. (: &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-115616688844012552?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/115616688844012552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=115616688844012552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115616688844012552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115616688844012552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/08/anniversary.html' title='`anniversary'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-115566413028749548</id><published>2006-08-16T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T01:48:50.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`sleep</title><content type='html'>i need to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-115566413028749548?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/115566413028749548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=115566413028749548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115566413028749548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115566413028749548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/08/sleep.html' title='`sleep'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-115565930826602931</id><published>2006-08-16T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T00:28:28.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`pretence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;cause now i have to pretend i dont really care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so angst today.&lt;br /&gt;-frowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might want to change my blogskin to&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/apply.php?sid=85472&amp;action=Preview"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;what do you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i finally completed my eom draft. joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my promos are in.. 4 weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;good good.&lt;br /&gt;im going to get retained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want my throat to get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im writing random stuff.  bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i going to smile tmr because that's what i do everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;with gentle fingers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and sleepy eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;we fell in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I always tangled the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;stars in your hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I always kissed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;the scars on your hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;but now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;one million pictures of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;lodged in my chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-115565930826602931?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/115565930826602931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=115565930826602931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115565930826602931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115565930826602931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/08/pretence_16.html' title='`pretence'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-115565102989115749</id><published>2006-08-15T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T22:10:29.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`the lion sleeps tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FldBhbGL8bE" width="600" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;for all my class people who love to sing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hahaha which is qazz zac and kev.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;now my post has some annoying space thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;see i cant enter without this space up there!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;im trying to do my eom again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh in case you're wondering what qazz is tagging about, zac's barker friend(who's in cj) thought i was tgt with zac. then he saw me in town with joel and msged zac and told him that his gf(me) was cheating on him! hahaahhaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i hate the space thing!!!! BYE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-115565102989115749?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/115565102989115749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=115565102989115749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115565102989115749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115565102989115749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/08/lion-sleeps-tonight.html' title='`the lion sleeps tonight'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-115547773801054285</id><published>2006-08-13T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T22:02:18.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`sexually stunning</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid" width="450" background="#FFFFFF" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;shiyun --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;[adjective]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexually stunning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=83"&gt;'How will you be defined in the dictionary?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE LIES.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hahahahah this is such a joke.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-115547773801054285?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/115547773801054285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=115547773801054285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid" height="294" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="400" background="#FFFFFF" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="BACKGROUND: url(http://img.quizgalaxy.com/sunsetcard.jpg) no-repeat" valign="top" height="274"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table height="274" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="10" width="400" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: #fff" align="justify"&gt;I know where you live.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="bottom"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: #fff" align="right"&gt;XOXOXOXO,&lt;br /&gt;E.T.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=125"&gt;'What crappy greeting card will you receive?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha i like this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-115547713945097263?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/115547713945097263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=115547713945097263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115547713945097263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115547713945097263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/08/and-more.html' title='`and more'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-115547703847321092</id><published>2006-08-13T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T21:50:38.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`more quizzes!</title><content type='html'>haha see what happens when i dont concentrate on my eom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table width="450" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="401" src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/tombstone-shiyun-16.jpg" width="254" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=41"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-115547703847321092?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/115547703847321092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=115547703847321092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115547703847321092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115547703847321092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/08/more-quizzes.html' title='`more quizzes!'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-115547693824462667</id><published>2006-08-13T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T21:48:58.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`quizzes</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid" width="410" background="#FFFFFF" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="20"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 3px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 3px solid" alt="QuizGalaxy!" src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/obituary-shiyun-9-5-15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="20"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt" align="middle"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=114"&gt;'What will your obituary say?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok at least im missed by prince charles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the rest i do not understand!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-115547693824462667?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/115547693824462667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=115547693824462667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115547693824462667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115547693824462667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/08/quizzes.html' title='`quizzes'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-115547624060121443</id><published>2006-08-13T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T21:37:20.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`pretence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;As Days Flew Past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The very first time I saw you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Was special how we met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You took me by complete surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I knew my heart was set.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;As days flew by, we talked again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But you never seemed to care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I tried my best to help you out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;By a favor here, or a favor there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Although I made a fast approach,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Our friendship grew and grew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I realized how deep I cared,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But the feeling I felt was new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;In time I became attached to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;From a hug, I wouldn't let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I soon saw how close we were,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And the feeling was good to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;For you, I wrote sweet letters and songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You were on my mind all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The thought of sleeping was nowhere near,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Unless I knew you were okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It hit me then, what I was in -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A unique and precious love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;For the person I said was only mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Was an angel sent from above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The minutes without you turned into days,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And the seconds with you flew fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I could only wish to see you more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And make each moment last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The times I spent with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Were what made my heart complete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I knew one thing for sure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Without you, my future was obsolete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And now, we love just the same,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;As it doubles day by day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I stare deep into your precious eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yet I'm still speechless to what I should say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;With you, I'm in a whole new world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You bring out the best in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's hard to picture you not there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When you taught me who to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yes, the road ahead gets hard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When things may only seem rough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But because you and I try so much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We'll stay strong and get by tough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Though problems may lie ahead someday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And either of us could be right;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I promise to always be by your side,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And I promise my heart, so hold it tight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And so, each night, beside my bed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When there's only bright stars to see;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I pray that we may never give up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And will always remain you and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to concentrate on my eom.&lt;br /&gt;haha ok obviously not working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dance is fun but crazy and anniversary is coming up!&lt;br /&gt;exciting! (:&lt;br /&gt;and im like losing my voice but it's not at the sexy range yet. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i have to get down to studying for promos since this wretched school starts like 2 weeeks earlier than everyone one else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will decisively blog more next time i hope! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;i just did not look,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;clear, in front of me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;when you were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;just there. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-115547624060121443?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/115547624060121443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=115547624060121443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115547624060121443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115547624060121443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/08/pretence.html' title='`pretence'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-115522274203311884</id><published>2006-08-10T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T23:12:22.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`better untouched</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I look at him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And a smile grows in my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Just to remember the times,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When he could've been mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;As he gives me a hug,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;While he puts his arms around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I remember what I would've gave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;To only have a chance with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But now I see him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;In a different light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yes, he still means the world to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But now its a different way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;His friendship means a lot to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Although we never had much anything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Now I see why God doesn't answer all prayers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Because some things are left better untouched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chloe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to not fall sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i need to put on a brave face&lt;br /&gt;cos that's what i do everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-115522274203311884?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/115522274203311884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=115522274203311884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115522274203311884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115522274203311884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/08/better-untouched.html' title='`better untouched'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-115521352085523638</id><published>2006-08-10T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T20:38:40.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`sneeze</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/sneezing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/sneezing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think ive got flu just that i wont sneeze as glam-ly as this. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the walk was HOT.&lt;br /&gt;and then lunch at lido again with the class.&lt;br /&gt;went off to meet joel where we tried to do as many things as we could but accomplished none because it simply just wasn't a day for shopping.&lt;br /&gt;im amazed too.&lt;br /&gt;watched click which was so sad at some point.&lt;br /&gt;but the cinema was amazing. we watched at the cathay and we were at cinema 1(the grand cathay)&lt;br /&gt;wow it's like AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;i think it's pretty.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went blading and uh fell!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha sorry for pulling you down too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to study at the library with toktok and thong and joel.&lt;br /&gt;of which thong&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; and&lt;/span&gt; toktok were like ONE HOUR LATE.&lt;br /&gt;(dont even bother to ask what they were doing!)&lt;br /&gt;so i did my geog term paper. spent the entire day doing it and trying to find a comfortable position in the chair.&lt;br /&gt;went to island creamery and had my MUDPIE! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i have to do the econs project and i think im falling sick cos all the symptoms are there.&lt;br /&gt;blocked nose, sore throat red face and eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh which reminds me i have an eyelid infection(what's that!)&lt;br /&gt;anyway there's like this bump on my eyelid which on wed morning made my right eye look like twice as big as my left.&lt;br /&gt;which obviously means i cant wear contacts!&lt;br /&gt;and tmr including.&lt;br /&gt;which also means that my classmates are going to mock me! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toktok showed me sth today(i cant really rmb):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont look at the mirror it tells you lies.&lt;br /&gt;look at your reflection through my eyes instead.&lt;br /&gt;you're beautiful. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i think she's trying to say im fat and ugly.&lt;br /&gt;nvm i love you! (:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-115521352085523638?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/115521352085523638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=115521352085523638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115521352085523638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115521352085523638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/08/sneeze.html' title='`sneeze'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-115486760523596163</id><published>2006-08-06T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T20:50:53.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`im tired of broken hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/serious%20counselling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/serious%20counselling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Could you be the one for me?&lt;br /&gt;Could you be my find?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Could it be, after all this time,&lt;br /&gt;Fate is going to be kind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you be the one for me,&lt;br /&gt;The one to help me forget&lt;br /&gt;The man that broke my heart, my soul&lt;br /&gt;The man that haunts me yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me that I'm beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Something I've never heard&lt;br /&gt;But the one still lives here in my mind&lt;br /&gt;That couldn't spare a kind word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be hard to forget&lt;br /&gt;And pick up the pieces he left&lt;br /&gt;Could you be the one to teach&lt;br /&gt;How to love again and forget?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you be the one to come&lt;br /&gt;And mend my broken heart?&lt;br /&gt;Are you willing to piece together&lt;br /&gt;What another broke apart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It won't be an easy job, you see&lt;br /&gt;My road has been long and rough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;And the heart that was once so soft&lt;br /&gt;Is now shut, locked, and tough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can feel my heart open again&lt;br /&gt;It's opening for you&lt;br /&gt;Just come in, and love me back&lt;br /&gt;That's all you have to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I must ask you one small thing&lt;br /&gt;Before we kiss and part&lt;br /&gt;Please be nice and kind to me&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of broken hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how terribly &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;apt&lt;/span&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;this is one of my favourite poems yet and ive decided to post it again. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CUT MY HAIR AGAIN! (:&lt;br /&gt;it's like a sudden urge and i couldn't take the annoying beat against my back when i run anymore.&lt;br /&gt;yes i do run.&lt;br /&gt;anyway she cut the fringe so it's like really short.&lt;br /&gt;hmm......... it's weird.&lt;br /&gt;but my haircuts now are not as diastrous as before&lt;br /&gt;so thank God for small mercies! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly realised today how near the promos are&lt;br /&gt;but haven't done any work the entire weekend as usual.&lt;br /&gt;with pw and promos(sigh)&lt;br /&gt;and ANNIVERSARY! (: and youth choir perforamnce for 27th august.&lt;br /&gt;plus dance on 27th too. (:&lt;br /&gt;so many events.&lt;br /&gt;well good cos i desperately need to lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;eg a skirt that needed a belt now needs it no more. ): ): ): ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM GOING TO WAKE UP TMR MORNING AND RUN, SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;like get down to it.&lt;br /&gt;but my mom says that me and running is like my dad and washing cars.&lt;br /&gt;it's like this weird phenomenon that everytime my dad washes the car, it &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;rains&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;see what i mean??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway had a family dinner today.&lt;br /&gt;it's like some ritual every sunday.&lt;br /&gt;we usually have sushi but today dad/mom felt like eating pizza.&lt;br /&gt;SIGH bad mistake.&lt;br /&gt;in short the service sucked and my dad was so pissed he scolded the manager.&lt;br /&gt;we ordered like some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;so while checking the receipt, the breadsticks was the wrong kind.&lt;br /&gt;so i informed the waitress who simply nodded and told the cooks without changing it on the receipt(as you see this will cause a lot of problems later)&lt;br /&gt;then we waited and waited and waited for like 15 mins before the breadsticks came.&lt;br /&gt;omg you know why?? cos they're so preoccupied with takeaways and home delivery!&lt;br /&gt;seriously no need to wonder pizzza hut has a long queue! it's not cos it's popular! it's cos it's like SO FREAKING SLOW!&lt;br /&gt;then we waited for like damn long and we were so annoyed so my dad said like super annoyed-ly to the waitress that our orders were not here.&lt;br /&gt;and she took one look at the receipt told the cooks sth and came back with the WRONG BREADSTICKS! omg!&lt;br /&gt;firstly it was the wrong one and we already received the order.&lt;br /&gt;simply disgusting!&lt;br /&gt;then we waited another 20 mins MY DAD WAS SO PISSED HE SCOLDED THE MANAGER.&lt;br /&gt;and the hawaiian came!&lt;br /&gt;this is such a joke cos my dad's vegetarian.&lt;br /&gt;and he was so so so pissed he was prepared to blow up i think.&lt;br /&gt;then the waitress told us that the person who took our order said that she told us the waiting time(NO SHE DIDN'T??) and that we would have to wait half an hour to one hour from the order time.&lt;br /&gt;and true enough it came at one hour.&lt;br /&gt;perfect my dad was so so so pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual i think my dad has some affinity with pizza hut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was one home delivery where the pizza was uncooked and he called the manager who just like offered a new pizza.&lt;br /&gt;omg my dad got so pissed and he was like 'im not hard up for your pizzas!'&lt;br /&gt;and he drove all the way down to the outlet, scolded the manager who pissed him even more and he called up the regional manager, who is in charge or the entire south east asia and scolded him.&lt;br /&gt;hahah damn scary la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok bye im gonna bathe! &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-115486760523596163?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/115486760523596163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=115486760523596163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115486760523596163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115486760523596163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-tired-of-broken-hearts.html' title='`im tired of broken hearts'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-115478672359954799</id><published>2006-08-05T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T22:05:23.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`serene</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/life%27s%20wonders.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/life%27s%20wonders.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i like this picture. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had church today and told tr cheng kee about the horrible week i had.&lt;br /&gt;and she gave me new perspective.&lt;br /&gt;there's no point really, in forcing things i cant change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what they say about nathan being lowest ranking?&lt;br /&gt;she said that in schools, they grade the teachers and nathan would be someone they call a degrader.&lt;br /&gt;so he likes to annoy people just to see them provoked.&lt;br /&gt;and he likes to put them down.&lt;br /&gt;CHEAP THRILLS!&lt;br /&gt;so she said i should just leave him alone.&lt;br /&gt;to learn how to be still and really find that calmness(and read psalm 37)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on the matter of the thing.&lt;br /&gt;to not be so caught up with it all and be so preoccupied with it.&lt;br /&gt;learning that 'all things work for the good of those who love Him.'&lt;br /&gt;and to learn not to recoil in disgust and fear in all these and to really trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and more importantly, as in line with today's message that perhaps this trial that im put through is like a big WAKE UP call from God since ive been ignoring his nudging.&lt;br /&gt;that seriously ive been drifting away since youth conference last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but resting in the knowledge that God is ALWAYS there for me and that he wont give me a trial too huge that i wont be able to take it.&lt;br /&gt;that He would grant me the stillness, the wisdom, the strength, the peace and perhaps one day the joy.&lt;br /&gt;IF i seek Him and and really pray for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know i was telling her about how much i really wanted things to be the way they were but it cant and i know it since i have the home tutor from hell.&lt;br /&gt;so i guess it's really time to trust and perhaps stop leaning on my own strengths and being so stupid as to think i can take it on all on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;God grant me the serenity&lt;br /&gt;to accept the things I cannot change;&lt;br /&gt;courage to change the things I can;&lt;br /&gt;and wisdom to know the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank God for teachers and really for people who wake me and point me back. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when im ready, i'll apologize and mean it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-115478672359954799?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/115478672359954799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=115478672359954799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115478672359954799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115478672359954799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/08/serene.html' title='`serene'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-115470640522317127</id><published>2006-08-04T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T23:46:45.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`repentance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/love%20bubbles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/love%20bubbles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life used to be idyllic till it was broken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we sat at burger king and debated over existence.&lt;br /&gt;and from the faces of pris and weiying i think we're quite _____.&lt;br /&gt;therefore PLAN repentance is in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zac qazz and i trying(!) to repent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had nothing against you till the joke became a reality and somehow in real life, it's not funny anymore.&lt;br /&gt;my stand has not changed but i wont tell you how i feel since aww everyone's oh so sad and noble but in truth no one has enough courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STILL NOT BY CHOICE DONT GLOAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel Teardrops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My guardian angel, once careless and free,&lt;br /&gt;flew into the clouds and lost touch with me.&lt;br /&gt;Her tears were cold and wet, falling on my face.&lt;br /&gt;Her smile had left us without a trace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her angelic lips quivered, frozen and scared,&lt;br /&gt;I felt rain clouds visiting, and had to prepare.&lt;br /&gt;I knew that angels, often content,&lt;br /&gt;were very special presents that God had sent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see one so sad,&lt;br /&gt;so afraid,&lt;br /&gt;so alone,&lt;br /&gt;had made me weep while the cold winds had blown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her wings lost feathers,&lt;br /&gt;comforting and soft,&lt;br /&gt;falling from the stars,&lt;br /&gt;floating aloft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her pain was felt throughout the land,&lt;br /&gt;to feel true misery is impossible to stand.&lt;br /&gt;I prayed so that when her hurting stops,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be able to taste the angel's teardrops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-Kathleen Sheppard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and words alone are never enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if im nice on the surface, im a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;if im unkind, im a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW.&lt;br /&gt;BRILLANT.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-115470640522317127?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/115470640522317127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=115470640522317127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115470640522317127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115470640522317127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/08/repentance.html' title='`repentance'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-115461828278364760</id><published>2006-08-03T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T00:30:18.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`too much</title><content type='html'>now go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im an emokid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-115461828278364760?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/115461828278364760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=115461828278364760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115461828278364760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115461828278364760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/08/too-much.html' title='`too much'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-115461893721290072</id><published>2006-08-03T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T23:28:57.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`more pics.</title><content type='html'>WHY I HAVE SO MUCH FUN WITH THEM.&lt;br /&gt;AND WHY NATHAN'S JEALOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/DSCN1337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/DSCN1337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i'll miss doing dumb stuff like this with qazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/DSCN1338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/DSCN1338.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;FUN IS A RELATIVE CONCEPT.&lt;br /&gt;we like doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/DSCN1362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/DSCN1362.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;everywhere we go. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/DSCN1344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/DSCN1344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;in anything. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-115461893721290072?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/115461893721290072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=115461893721290072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115461893721290072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115461893721290072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/08/more-pics.html' title='`more pics.'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-115461843413053467</id><published>2006-08-03T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T23:20:34.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`pics</title><content type='html'>OH HAPPY TIMES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/DSCN1258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/DSCN1258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and qazz.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/DSCN1262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/DSCN1262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and zac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/DSCN1325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/DSCN1325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;this is us all over. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/DSCN1339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/DSCN1339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;why we have fun in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think this is possible with anyone else????&lt;br /&gt;no.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-115461843413053467?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/115461843413053467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=115461843413053467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115461843413053467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115461843413053467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/08/pics.html' title='`pics'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-115461637082687939</id><published>2006-08-03T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T22:46:10.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`nathan</title><content type='html'>wow i just typed a super long entry and it's gone!!&lt;br /&gt;brillant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life&lt;br /&gt;is&lt;br /&gt;just&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;great&lt;br /&gt;now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sitting with the girl from like the i'll stick with you forever hell.&lt;br /&gt;ive got the home tutor from hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday: parent teacher meeting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" i only want the best for your child"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wow really?&lt;br /&gt;hmm let me think how.&lt;br /&gt;by teaching us econs really well?&lt;br /&gt;giving like really constructive comments for our pw?&lt;br /&gt;by being biased against zac qazz and me?&lt;br /&gt;by blaming our bad results on class outings??&lt;br /&gt;by lying to our parents??&lt;br /&gt;by changing our places?&lt;br /&gt;by respecting us as PRIMARY SCHOOL KIDS??&lt;br /&gt;oh or having double standards for the LHS and RHS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for example, the one from the other side and just float SLOWLY TO CLASS WITH A SMILE WITH THE EERIE SMILE WHILE EVERYONE WAITS PATIENTLY/IMPATIENTLY and oh guess what?&lt;br /&gt;she gets away hmm scot free?&lt;br /&gt;and while we hmm get detention, scoldings uh and a confrontation.&lt;br /&gt;oh wow totally fair.&lt;br /&gt;and hmm "i dont practise favouritsm"&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha this home tutor.&lt;br /&gt;wowee real comedian.&lt;br /&gt;(but lace we love you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and on the subject of the ONE.&lt;br /&gt;hmm please if you read this dont follow me, i dont let me see how i should put this.&lt;br /&gt;i dont like hanging out with you.&lt;br /&gt;well you talk to me in class and hmm i get scolded???&lt;br /&gt;not a great start is it?&lt;br /&gt;so please stop following me around i know i need to run and lose weight but it's ok i want my friends to help me only.&lt;br /&gt;and stop asking me questions, the answer will always be 'i dont know ask _____(fill in name of choice)'&lt;br /&gt;i dont sit beside you by choice so thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today zac qazz and i decided to try and repent.&lt;br /&gt;wrote an i-love-you(sincere/insincere) letter to nathan and we're going to make great effort to talk to my new partner who replaced zac.&lt;br /&gt;NO ONE CAN REPLACE ZAC AS A SIT BESIDE PARTNER.&lt;br /&gt;YOU ASKING LIKE 9407186087568 QUESTIONS MAKES NO DIFFERENCE.&lt;br /&gt;i will not like you more perhaps you will drop lower please redeem something yourself and save it ok.&lt;br /&gt;AND NO ONE CAN REPLACE QAZZ.&lt;br /&gt;); ): ): ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know nathan's going to change qazz and make me like some loner but i will survive i will not talk(what he wants) but it will not make me respect him.&lt;br /&gt;OH PUH-LEASE WAKE UP.&lt;br /&gt;he doesn't deserve any.&lt;br /&gt;BURN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the previous entry was so much more angst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;scream your heart out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-115461637082687939?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/115461637082687939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=115461637082687939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115461637082687939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115461637082687939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/08/nathan.html' title='`nathan'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-115461547700761051</id><published>2006-08-03T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T22:31:17.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`back row clique</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/DSCN2711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/DSCN2711.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;WE ARE THE BACK ROW CLIQUE!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU GUYS TO THE MOON AND ROUND THE EARTH TEN THPOUSAND TIMES!&lt;br /&gt;EVEN THOUGH THE &lt;a href="mailto:!@!*!^*%*#!%&amp;%&amp;amp;#%"&gt;!*!^*%*#!%&amp;%&amp;amp;#%&lt;/a&gt;&amp;! NATHAN WANTS TO SEPARATE US WE WILL NOT BOW DOWN TO HIS EVILNESS.&lt;br /&gt;BURN!!! BURN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been so full of anger it's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;nathan has managed to make me so pissed that i cry out of frustration.&lt;br /&gt;TOTALLY AMAZING MAN THIS NATHAN.&lt;br /&gt;as tr cheng kee puts it simply HE SHOULD BE SACKED.&lt;br /&gt;not really SENT TO EXILE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;omg omg omg omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday was the ptm(parent tacher meeting) where he tried to lie to my parents.&lt;br /&gt;"what i want is the best for your child"&lt;br /&gt;hahaha best joke ive heard all year.&lt;br /&gt;HE IS ONLY FREAKING CONCERNED ABOUT HIMSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he talked about class outing.&lt;br /&gt;"two times a week??? that's why you'll fail your mid years"&lt;br /&gt;omg now eating lunch is a crime too.&lt;br /&gt;ah wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway my mom found him boring my dad dislikes him from the start even before talking to him and dont worry the i-hate-nathan club is GROWING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;in short the whole weeek was BURNING!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;and OMG HIS GREATEST ATROCITY IS TO CHANGE ZAC'S PLACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;NOW THANKS TO HIM IM SITTING WITH ABIGAIL.&lt;br /&gt;omg omg omg omg.&lt;br /&gt;like thanks totally.&lt;br /&gt;ok this is like a total fulfilment of murphy's law.&lt;br /&gt;wow no wonder toktok always said my life's full of drama.&lt;br /&gt;omg omg omg omg.&lt;br /&gt;she's like a i dont give up im gonna stick with you forever and ever girl.&lt;br /&gt;even when zac and i tried to escape.&lt;br /&gt;which is a story that im so tired of repeating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND HE WANTS TO CHANGE QAZZ'S PLACE AS WELL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i hate nathan i hate nathan BURN BURN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you read this, i do not want to talk to you, please dont ask me questions or talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;SINCE WHEN YOU TALKED TO ME NATHAN SCOLDED ME???&lt;br /&gt;OMG AND ASKED ME TO BE LIKE YOU?????&lt;br /&gt;and dont smile at me.&lt;br /&gt;it's ok i dont need it or neither will i fall for it nor will i do the crap that you dont want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you're so noble why dont you change place with me smart asses.&lt;br /&gt;if you dont have a solution just shut up ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today qazz zac and i were late for class.&lt;br /&gt;nathan kicked a big fuss scolded us and i got sooooo pissed cos he's like how freaking biased.&lt;br /&gt;SHE can hold the key and freaking float to class smiling(prob the only time anyone ever waits for her) while everyone waits.&lt;br /&gt;oh and she goes hmm SCOT FREE?&lt;br /&gt;and we have to do detention???&lt;br /&gt;woweee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole story is too long and frustrating to narrate.&lt;br /&gt;and since lace was late and being nathan's fav student she got let off and us too.&lt;br /&gt;we love lace. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO THERE YOU HAVE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i just cant wait for nathan to change qazz's place and destroy my life more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and by the way my mom thinks all this is SO funny!&lt;br /&gt;and my dad said that if nathan calls he's gonna ask nathan to do sth better with his life!&lt;br /&gt;GOOD GOOD BURN BURN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes excellent im so so so so so pissed.&lt;br /&gt;now my dad realises why i want econs tution(hahaha). good one mr nathan brillant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIE DIE BURN BURN.&lt;br /&gt;omg he's driving me crazy and _____ too.&lt;br /&gt;my mom thinks that by the end of this year i'll need therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY LIFE WAS SIMPLE.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-115461547700761051?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/115461547700761051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=115461547700761051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115461547700761051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115461547700761051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/08/back-row-clique.html' title='`back row clique'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-115384076043819382</id><published>2006-07-25T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T23:19:20.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`conversation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;*sy perfection is like chivalry; non-existent. says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG TODAY SOME GIRL THOUGHT QAZZ AND I ARE TGT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;joel. the blob. says:&lt;br /&gt;tml you can go to schl and sing the song MISUNDERSTOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh in england in 1600s singing and dancing in public is liable for the death sentence.&lt;br /&gt;because it's equivalent to pornography.&lt;br /&gt;plus cjc is conservative junior college such atrocities are not allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE DONE............... NOTHING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-115384076043819382?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/115384076043819382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=115384076043819382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115384076043819382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115384076043819382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/07/conversation.html' title='`conversation'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-115383355957061294</id><published>2006-07-25T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T21:19:19.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;are you tired of chasing pretty rainbows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;are you tired of spinning round and round?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised that if i dont blog everyday, the lil things in life will be lost.&lt;br /&gt;like the lil things we laugh about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had pw meeting at my house ytd where they were baking.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha it was extremely fun and i think my parents overfed everyone as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway school today was soooooooo.... disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;nathan was moodswinging like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;and natasha(i think that's her name) in my chem class thinks QAZIM AND I ARE TGT.&lt;br /&gt;omg!!!!! that's like being lesbian!&lt;br /&gt;ok anyway amy and becky were saying ytd that their friends ask if zac and i are tgt.&lt;br /&gt;gosh these ppl in cj just have no life.&lt;br /&gt;all these gossips!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and once again i have to moan and whine about pw namely EOM. disgusting disgusting!!!&lt;br /&gt;ok haha as you can see school has been terribly enriching lately.&lt;br /&gt;dont know what i'll do without zac and qazz as my bodyguards.&lt;br /&gt;love you guys! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i haven't been uploading lately!&lt;br /&gt;will TRY to do so soon. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;everytime i walk out of the door,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i see him dying a little more inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-115383355957061294?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/115383355957061294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=115383355957061294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115383355957061294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115383355957061294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/07/life.html' title='`life'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-115354433757718583</id><published>2006-07-22T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T12:58:57.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`joel's house</title><content type='html'>hello im at joel's house now.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha he's helping me with my phone. now im so tech savvy and just discovered another ten thousand functions in my phone.&lt;br /&gt;oh for all the dummies there my phone is the E900. (: (:&lt;br /&gt;it's like super nice.&lt;br /&gt;oh and it got 4/5 stars in the straits times thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd lee said that hilary duff died in a car crash.&lt;br /&gt;ok like wow is it true??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we celebrated thong's birthday ytd.&lt;br /&gt;we being lee toktok,thong's gf; not my best friend cos thong's possesive ): and me.&lt;br /&gt;we had so much fun cos it was thong's FIRST birthday.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY ONE YEAR THONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERE WORDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I searched among the card displays,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;To see if I could find,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A little something that would say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Just what was on my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;However there was not a one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;That captured it just right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;For no one else can understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Just what I'd like to write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I even find it difficult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;To try to write it down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;For how do I portray to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The love that I have known?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I close my eyes and what I see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Is someone I adore;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A person who is beautiful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Right down into their soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mere words cannot describe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The many qualities you show,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The love and caring nature that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You share with those who know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Your kind and gentle temperament,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Your sweet angelic smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Your softly spoken sentiments,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;That reach across the miles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Your smile and laugh that sparkle with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The softness of your sighs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The way your face lights up a room ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;That twinkle in your eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The loving gestures through the years,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;That quickly come to mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;For always you've a gentle word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;To calm and soothe I find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I struggle and I search to try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;To find some words anew ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And yet I cannot capture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;All the things that make you you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I shall therefore, be satisfied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;That you must simply know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Just how I feel about you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;For with words I cannot show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kit McCallum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOKTOK YOU'LL ALWAYS BE MY BEST FRIEND(i hope you wont forget me) EVEN THOUGH YOU'RE WITH THONG.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-115354433757718583?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/115354433757718583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=115354433757718583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115354433757718583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115354433757718583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/07/joels-house.html' title='`joel&apos;s house'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-115340582016081848</id><published>2006-07-20T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T22:30:20.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`racial harmony</title><content type='html'>wow haven't updated for like ten thousand years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ive got a new phone! (:&lt;br /&gt;i like i like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i watched pirates twice and i cant rmb what else i did this week except spend a lot of money and celebrated racial harmony with the class which was so bonded today.&lt;br /&gt;(will update the pics soon!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got a new cover for my phone. (: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so much sales so lil money.&lt;br /&gt;the topshop wallet is gone.&lt;br /&gt;AS USUAL. life sucks this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok bye i need to do my stupid geog and pw i hate &lt;s&gt;eom&lt;/s&gt; pw. AND GEOG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-115340582016081848?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/115340582016081848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=115340582016081848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115340582016081848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115340582016081848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/07/racial-harmony.html' title='`racial harmony'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-115297162668387373</id><published>2006-07-15T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T21:53:46.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`friends?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I was cold and hurting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;lost out in the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;wandering and searching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;for heaven's light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I saw the night sky clearing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;when you spread your rainbow wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But little did I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;what joy you would bring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;From that moment on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;a friendship did start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;you kissed away my tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and sheltered my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I bless the day God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sent him from above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But then I grew fearful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;for I had fallen in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I told you this feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and what did you say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You said you liked our friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and that's how it would stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I cried for a friendship I thought I lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But then felt your warm, gentle hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You then whispered in my ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;that by my side you'll forever stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kathleen Sheppard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another pretty poem. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha for the benefit of the doubt these are just stuff i like they dont mean anything.&lt;br /&gt;not all the lines anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I NEED TO LOSE WEIGHT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-115297162668387373?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/115297162668387373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=115297162668387373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115297162668387373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115297162668387373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/07/friends.html' title='`friends?'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-115288414970671336</id><published>2006-07-14T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T21:35:49.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`ice cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I stare at you across the room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;yet you are not there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to watch pirates with toktok thong and joel.&lt;br /&gt;it was quite nice but freaking 2 and a half hours!&lt;br /&gt;and there's gonna be a no 3 cos when the show ended it was like " what it ended??"&lt;br /&gt;oh and WE SAW KENNETH!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA KENNETH ALWAYS BRIGHTENS UP MY DAY.&lt;br /&gt;when he came in the cinema was like half lit and we didn't notice him cos it was like this huge group of sa ppl.&lt;br /&gt;then joel spotted him!&lt;br /&gt;and i shouted across the entire cinema(hahaha no one could see me)&lt;br /&gt;and he was damn shocked so joel and i started waving madly and annoyed everyone behind.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha and toktok and thong just wanted to curl up and die.&lt;br /&gt;so joel called him and i was shouting into the phone that i love him hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;a repeat happened after the show across the entire 7th floor.&lt;br /&gt;omg hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ponned training(!) again.&lt;br /&gt;haha today the guys were mocking bel's bag "oh you can catch fish with this net"&lt;br /&gt;BOYS HAVE NO TASTE!&lt;br /&gt;george said this about my bag "omg you paid 50 bucks for this plastic bag???"&lt;br /&gt;and he sounded sooooooooo incredulous.&lt;br /&gt;ROAR.&lt;br /&gt;anyway we went to taka food fest! (:&lt;br /&gt;hahahah then shopping which the boys just stood outside(boring twerps)&lt;br /&gt;oh i saw a pair of shorts i want from fox and my topshop skirt.&lt;br /&gt;and the red topshop wallet which the interior reminds me of the mango one.&lt;br /&gt;sigh so much stuff so lil money. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Over For Now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I knew someday it would have to end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I knew eventually I would have to go back to calling you friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's killing me that now that day has come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;If it's for the best then where is this pain from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I know deep inside that this is what I had to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;but it's breaking my heart to walk away from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm trying my best to appear strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;but it's hard when part of me says that in your arms is where I belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I still love you with all my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;that's not going to change even though we're apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;There are so many of our special times I'm going to miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;All the words I ever said or wrote still hold true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But for now from a distance is where I'll be loving you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I think you need me as a friend to help you through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;because there are things I can't control that are hurting you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We both have issues no one knows of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;neither of us had the strength to be true to our love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Maybe we will be together again if it was meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;but for now please don't stop loving me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Even though I'm not your girlfriend I'll still be here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;With a shoulder to cry on or a sympathetic ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The story of love can be quicker than the blink of an eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But our story won't be over until the day that we die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lesley W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww ok bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-115288414970671336?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/115288414970671336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=115288414970671336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115288414970671336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115288414970671336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/07/ice-cream.html' title='`ice cream'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-115270752176868605</id><published>2006-07-12T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T20:34:50.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`love poems</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So soft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;the brief touch of your lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;on my cheek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Was I almost intruding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Look after yourself "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;should have been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"I love you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Then the Jumbo flew over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and I shouted my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;above the roar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and thundering thrust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;. . . as if you'd hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Through the clouds in my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I watched you fly away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and wished I'd been born with wings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Anthony West&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE ABHOR GOODBYES TO PEOPLE I LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;it's depressing really when suddenly you realise they're not there&lt;br /&gt;and you've been convincing yourself it's not true till the moment the plane flies above your head&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we ponned TRAINING(it's a joke to even call it that) and went out.&lt;br /&gt;jas joined us.&lt;br /&gt;so FIRST we went to taka food fest! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;and ate the extremely addictive ice cream. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trained down to citylink to change my paul frank bag which spoiled!!&lt;br /&gt;ok there was like a lil tear at the side.&lt;br /&gt;and bel bought a new bag.&lt;br /&gt;oh i got my topshop earrings! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they kept looking at bikinis cos both of them are so hot and i felt extremely faaat.&lt;br /&gt;ok despite that we went to candy empire!&lt;br /&gt;(: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i miss going out with the crescent people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lovelle it's good to know that _________________. (:&lt;br /&gt;thanks for changing my perspective.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a new found liking for emo poems like the one below.&lt;br /&gt;i especially like this one. (: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Could you be the one for me?&lt;br /&gt;Could you be my find?&lt;br /&gt;Could it be, after all this time,&lt;br /&gt;Fate is going to be kind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Could you be the one for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The one to help me forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The man that broke my heart, my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The man that haunts me yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You tell me that I'm beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Something I've never heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But the one still lives here in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;That couldn't spare a kind word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's going to be hard to forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And pick up the pieces he left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Could you be the one to teach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;How to love again and forget?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Could you be the one to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And mend my broken heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Are you willing to piece together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;What another broke apart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It won't be an easy job, you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My road has been long and rough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And the heart that was once so soft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Is now shut, locked, and tough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But I can feel my heart open again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's opening for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Just come in, and love me back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;That's all you have to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I must ask you one small thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Before we kiss and part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Please be nice and kind to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm tired of broken hearts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how terribly &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;apt&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-115270752176868605?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/115270752176868605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=115270752176868605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115270752176868605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115270752176868605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/07/love-poems.html' title='`love poems'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-115255042191526180</id><published>2006-07-11T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T00:53:41.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`memories</title><content type='html'>i chased you round in memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-115255042191526180?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/115255042191526180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=115255042191526180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115255042191526180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115255042191526180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/07/memories.html' title='`memories'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-115254789036636036</id><published>2006-07-11T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T00:46:51.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`bored</title><content type='html'>W H O . W A S . T H E . L A S T . P E R S O N . T H A T?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You hung out with? THE COOL CLIQUE &lt;br /&gt;2. Saw you cry: no one&lt;br /&gt;3. Went to the movies with you? classmates i have no life&lt;br /&gt;4. You went to the mall with? STILL classmates(omg)&lt;br /&gt;5. You went to dinner with? family&lt;br /&gt;6. You talked on the phone to? zac&lt;br /&gt;7. Said 'I love you' to you and really meant it? toktok&lt;br /&gt;8. Made you laugh? QAZZ HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W O U L D . Y O U . R A T H E R?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pierce your nose or tongue? nose&lt;br /&gt;2. Be serious or be funny? SERIOUS&lt;br /&gt;3. Drink whole or skim milk? skim&lt;br /&gt;4. Die in a fire or drown? drown&lt;br /&gt;5. Spend time with your parents or enemies? parents??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D O . Y O U . P R E F E R. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Flowers or candy? flowers&lt;br /&gt;2. Gray or black? gray&lt;br /&gt;3. Color or Black and white photos? colour&lt;br /&gt;4. Lust or love? love &lt;br /&gt;5. Sunrise or sunset? Sunset &lt;br /&gt;7. Staying up late or waking up early? late! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D O . Y O U . P R E F E R. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sun or moon? sun.&lt;br /&gt;2. Winter or Fall? fall&lt;br /&gt;3. Left or right? BOTH.&lt;br /&gt;4. 10 acquaintances or having two best friends? Two best friends. (but i have both hahahah)&lt;br /&gt;6. Vanilla ice cream or chocolate ice cream? vanilla&lt;br /&gt;7. Vodka or Jack? i dont drink(underaged!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A B O U T . Y O U!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What time is it? 12:20&lt;br /&gt;2. First and middle Name? peh shiyun&lt;br /&gt;3. Nickname(s): manly.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your birth date? 22/09&lt;br /&gt;5. What do you want? TIME MACHINE&lt;br /&gt;6. Where do you want to live? kampung&lt;br /&gt;7. How many kids do you want? 2&lt;br /&gt;8. You want to get married? to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U N I Q U E !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nervous habit: playing with my buttons&lt;br /&gt;2. you double jointed: what?&lt;br /&gt;3. Can you roll your tongue? yeah&lt;br /&gt;4. Can you raise one eyebrow? no but i caonvince ppl i can&lt;br /&gt;5. Can you cross your eyes? no! yucks.&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you make your bed daily? depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O T H E R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you twirl your spaghetti or cut it? twirl.&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you ever eaten scrapple? what's that?&lt;br /&gt;4. How many kinds of cereal are in your cabinet? HONEY STARS&lt;br /&gt;5. What's your favorite beverage? oreo milkshake. (:&lt;br /&gt;6. What's your favorite food? that really depends&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you cook? DOMESTIC GODDESS (go figure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN . T H E . L A S T . M O N T H . H A V E . Y O U ?&lt;br /&gt;1. Had a b/f or g/f? no&lt;br /&gt;2. Bought something: yeah&lt;br /&gt;4. Sang: yes&lt;br /&gt;5. Been hugged: Yes&lt;br /&gt;6. Felt stupid: Yes&lt;br /&gt;7. Missed someone: yes&lt;br /&gt;8. Got drunk: underage!&lt;br /&gt;9. Danced crazy: no&lt;br /&gt;10. Gotten your hair cut: no&lt;br /&gt;11. Cried: yes&lt;br /&gt;12. Lied: ah well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;height: 160+++&lt;br /&gt;hair color: black/brown&lt;br /&gt;hair length: medium long&lt;br /&gt;Hair style: dumb&lt;br /&gt;shoes size: 4/5&lt;br /&gt;personality: serious&lt;br /&gt;style?: i dont go out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L I F E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's life? school sucks&lt;br /&gt;What's your mood right now? faaaat&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing as we speak? hating pw&lt;br /&gt;How was your day? just rub it in&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing over the weekend? church (:&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to do with your life? shop&lt;br /&gt;What color is your life? pastel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L O V E L I F E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in love: i think so.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had your heart broken? uh i dont know&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever broken someone's heart? mmm not sure&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever fallen for your best friend? toktok????&lt;br /&gt;Are you planning on getting married? maybe&lt;br /&gt;Are you afraid of commitment? stupid question stupid answers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R A N D O M S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing sitting next to you: PW work&lt;br /&gt;Something you miss: taka food fest&lt;br /&gt;Do you like the color purple? yeah&lt;br /&gt;How many CDs do you own?not sure&lt;br /&gt;Longest phone conversation: 9 hours&lt;br /&gt;What is your most prized possession? my phone&lt;br /&gt;Who's your closest relative? not sure&lt;br /&gt;If you could go anywhere, where would it be? somewhere other than asia&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite gift that you have received? im not biased&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T H I S O R T H A T S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or coke? coke&lt;br /&gt;Tommy boy or black sheep? what!&lt;br /&gt;Saturday or Sunday? Saturday&lt;br /&gt;single or taken? single(this is a dumb quiz)&lt;br /&gt;colored or black and white? coloured&lt;br /&gt;white shoes or black shoes? black&lt;br /&gt;phone or in person? in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FA V O R I T E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scar: ?&lt;br /&gt;TV show: the swimming show&lt;br /&gt;movie: any chick flick with qazz&lt;br /&gt;color: pink&lt;br /&gt;sport: swimming&lt;br /&gt;Saying: i hate school hahahha&lt;br /&gt;mall: taka(food fest!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H A V E Y O U E V E R S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been arrested? no&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever fought someone? yeah my sis&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever skinny dipped? no, cellulite in public is unforgivable&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever gone streaking?no&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever done something? HAHAH is this a trick question?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever bungee jumped? No&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on a house boat? No&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever smoked marijuana? no&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever finished an entire jaw breaker? no&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wanted someone so bad it hurts? maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Maybe I...should not be so serious&lt;br /&gt;-I love...ice cream&lt;br /&gt;-I don't understand...love&lt;br /&gt;-I lost...my mind&lt;br /&gt;-People would say/have said that I... sleep too much&lt;br /&gt;-Love is...difficult to understand&lt;br /&gt;-Somewhere, someone is... dying&lt;br /&gt;-I will always... smile&lt;br /&gt;-Forever is...unrealistic&lt;br /&gt;-I never want to... smoke&lt;br /&gt;-When I wake up in the morning I... want to sleep somemore&lt;br /&gt;-life is full of... weirdos&lt;br /&gt;-My past is incredibly... weird&lt;br /&gt;-I get annoyed when... people are LATE&lt;br /&gt;-Parties are for... nerds&lt;br /&gt;-My dog is... non existent&lt;br /&gt;-My cat... is meant to be hated i dont have one&lt;br /&gt;-Kisses are the worst when...&lt;br /&gt;-Tomorrow I'm going to... school(i have no life)&lt;br /&gt;-I really want... to have a time machine&lt;br /&gt;-I have low tolerance for people who... are LATE&lt;br /&gt;-If I had a million dollars... i would do a million things hahaha so wise&lt;br /&gt;-If you could kiss someone it would be... liam my husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY, HAVE YOU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Had sex: No&lt;br /&gt;2. Bought something: yes&lt;br /&gt;3. Gotten sick: yes&lt;br /&gt;4. Sang: yes&lt;br /&gt;5. Been kissed: no&lt;br /&gt;6. Ate something: yes&lt;br /&gt;7. Felt stupid: yes&lt;br /&gt;8. Missed someone: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER...&lt;br /&gt;1. Said "I Love You"? yeah&lt;br /&gt;2. Got in a fight with your pet: like no??&lt;br /&gt;3. Been to New York? no&lt;br /&gt;4. Been to Mexico: yes&lt;br /&gt;5. Been to Canada: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOMNESS&lt;br /&gt;1. What book are you reading?: tuesdays with morris&lt;br /&gt;2. Future KIDS name: ethan! tracy! (:&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal: sinus is scary&lt;br /&gt;4. What's under your bed: nothing??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTIONS...&lt;br /&gt;1. Fav sport(s): swimming&lt;br /&gt;2. Location: room&lt;br /&gt;3. Piercing/Tattoos: ears&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you afraid of the dark?: after a scary movie yes&lt;br /&gt;5. What are you most worried about right now? how to wake up tmr&lt;br /&gt;6. Where do you want to get married? think about it only when you're there&lt;br /&gt;7. Who do you really hate: cellulite is a living being&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you have a job? being nathan's daughter&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you like being around people: depends&lt;br /&gt;10. Have u ever liked someone that u had no chance with: HAHHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;11. Have you ever cried: yes&lt;br /&gt;12. Are you lonely right now: NO NO NO (this quiz is so demoralizing!!hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;13. Song that's stuck in your head: everywhere&lt;br /&gt;14. Played strip poker: eh?&lt;br /&gt;15. Been drunk for more than 2 days straight: UNDERAGED!&lt;br /&gt;16. Done an all-nighter: like not sleep? yeah&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you have any gay/lesbian friends?: HAHAHHAHAH yeah&lt;br /&gt;18. What people in this world make you the happiest? oh please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye i hate pw.&lt;br /&gt;it makes me take weird quizzes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-115254789036636036?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/115254789036636036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=115254789036636036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115254789036636036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115254789036636036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/07/bored.html' title='`bored'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-115253462146133450</id><published>2006-07-10T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T20:30:21.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`paul frank!</title><content type='html'>GOT MY PAUL FRANK BAG! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant really rmb much of what happened last week&lt;br /&gt;terribly uneventful i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE, I TRIED TO WAKE UP TO WATCH SOCCER.&lt;br /&gt;I WOKE UP! -beams&lt;br /&gt;ok but getting out of bed at all is another matter entirely.&lt;br /&gt;anyhow the effort was worth the credits ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH HAVE I MENTIONED THAT I LOVE X874927497 THE TAKA FOOD FEST?? (:&lt;br /&gt;went for it ever since it opened like every single day please.&lt;br /&gt;to try the ice cream. (: (: (:&lt;br /&gt;ok not try eat and dragged toktok and the clique there.&lt;br /&gt;it's like so freaking good but they're only staying till sun!!!&lt;br /&gt;omg my life will be so meaningless without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i want to do is just eat that and grow faaaat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh pe's back in full force im lagging i know cos i felt tired in the mere 3 rounds of circuit training which is what an entire hol without exercise does to you.&lt;br /&gt;and i have evening pe tmr.&lt;br /&gt;joy oh joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I HATE PW BUT SOMEBODY'S GOTTA DO IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-115253462146133450?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/115253462146133450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=115253462146133450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115253462146133450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115253462146133450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/07/paul-frank.html' title='`paul frank!'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-115190026094561365</id><published>2006-07-03T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T12:19:57.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`someone else's star</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Everywhere I look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's lovers that I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Seems like everyone's in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;With everyone but me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disclaimer:did not take pictures the last few days. im not a cam whore&lt;br /&gt;that's a common misconseption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate at manhattan fish market.&lt;br /&gt;it's really like a cheaper fish and co but nice nonetheless.(:&lt;br /&gt;bought my giraffe shirt! and gazed more at my paul frank bag.&lt;br /&gt;then we trooped down to marina square to watch just my luck.&lt;br /&gt;ok i like that show. (:&lt;br /&gt;shopped for presents and saw 2 new shirts that i wanna get! (:&lt;br /&gt;THEN WE DRANK THE MILK CHOCOLATE LATTE FROM GODIVA.&lt;br /&gt;wow. (:&lt;br /&gt;im gonna try the white choc raspberry and dark choc decadence soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met qazz. was later than him for once.&lt;br /&gt;walked around for cheap and free food(the effects of our classmates)&lt;br /&gt;BOUGHT MY ELMO BOTTLE. (:&lt;br /&gt;ok then went to school.&lt;br /&gt;for syf which was a complete waste of time and not worth mentioning AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;the only highlight was that i got subway for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;(ps not provided by the school)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;normal church stuff then clarice's bbq.&lt;br /&gt;(: it was fun and talked a lot more than we do in church.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha her new room is really nice and realised how much we missed her.&lt;br /&gt;she played the video we made for her and cried again (even though she doesn't wanna admit it!)&lt;br /&gt;it was nice. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class outing today whittled down to nearly clique outing again.&lt;br /&gt;qazz is not pissed off i swear.&lt;br /&gt;and we have the most bonded class on earth.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha thanks aaron for your empty motivational talks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-115190026094561365?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/115190026094561365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=115190026094561365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115190026094561365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115190026094561365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/07/someone-elses-star.html' title='`someone else&apos;s star'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-115163213113598292</id><published>2006-06-30T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T09:48:51.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`clique outing</title><content type='html'>IT IS FINALLY OVER.&lt;br /&gt;ok not that it's a big event since i was all prepared for the end since uh last year.&lt;br /&gt;oh and geog was done with sec 4 knowledge and ss.&lt;br /&gt;congratulations to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT in class spirit we uh celebrated it as a class.&lt;br /&gt;by having lunch at lido with long tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then half of them left without saying goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha qazz your class bonding damn successful la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it was down to crystal qazz kev kai and me.&lt;br /&gt;wow 16 to 5.&lt;br /&gt;excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we were at lido we saw japs/koreans.&lt;br /&gt;their identity remains unknown.&lt;br /&gt;oh pretty boy fell in love with some of them.&lt;br /&gt;so qazz and i decided to crash their phototaking session.&lt;br /&gt;ran right behind them and MISSED it.&lt;br /&gt;we were so embarassed that we ran one round(sporty i know) and tried again.&lt;br /&gt;AND MISSED.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha but it was damn fun and we were coming up with brillant ideas that they would film a ghost story about the blue ghosts who appear behind photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we were waiting for carrie to finish her cl B so we can watch scary movie 4 so we walked around and went to wheelock to stare at nice cakes.&lt;br /&gt;qazz was staring at pierre png who was wearing an awful shirt.&lt;br /&gt;and he delighted in shocking the kev and kai with outrageous bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT OK QAZZ IM OPEN MINDED.&lt;br /&gt;i think you look great with tote bags.&lt;br /&gt;besides, you're a guy-bung.&lt;br /&gt;guy trying to be a girl trying to be a guy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at borders qazz was such a paedo!&lt;br /&gt;he tried to seduce a baby that couldn't even walk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND I GOT MARRIED THERE! (:&lt;br /&gt;omg omg omg he's so freaking cute esp when he blushes.&lt;br /&gt;he's 5 years old.&lt;br /&gt;heyy LOVE KNOWS NO BOUNDARIES OK.&lt;br /&gt;and he married me.(im a new age girl i asked him to)&lt;br /&gt;he's called liam(like william without the wil)&lt;br /&gt;and he just moved here from US 2 days ago will stay here for 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;his birthday is on the 19 of feb.&lt;br /&gt;has a 1 year old brother, fyn, whom he is shopping for a book for to read to him at night.&lt;br /&gt;so sweet right.&lt;br /&gt;and crystal wants to marry the brother.&lt;br /&gt;i even know where he stays.&lt;br /&gt;omgomg liam is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;AND HE GAVE ME A HUG!!! MADE MY DAY TOTALLY. (: (: (:&lt;br /&gt;oh and i have his email add!&lt;br /&gt;and he's smart and can read and write!&lt;br /&gt;AND HE SANG &lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt; DANCE FOR ME. (:&lt;br /&gt;i love talented boys.&lt;br /&gt;and i took a pic with him.&lt;br /&gt;(i'll post it up when qazz sends it to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok then carrie came and we watched scary movie 4&lt;br /&gt;it's retarded funny.&lt;br /&gt;and it had A LOT of sexual connotations.&lt;br /&gt;and the 4 girls(crystal carrie QAZZ and me) screamed at one part.&lt;br /&gt;like shocked ok not scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then kia and kev left so there were just the 4 girls who had a girls night out.&lt;br /&gt;so much fun. (: (:&lt;br /&gt;yay clique outings rocks my socks. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/1600/THE%20samsung%20phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/THE%20samsung%20phone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS THE PHONE I WANT.&lt;br /&gt;im quite sure i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Features&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 1.3 Megapixel rotating camera with 4x digital zoom&lt;br /&gt;- 73MB user memory&lt;br /&gt; - Exetrnal memory slot&lt;br /&gt;- Bluetooth &amp; PictBridge printing&lt;br /&gt;- 2.12" 262k colour QVGA TFT&lt;br /&gt;-LCD screen&lt;br /&gt;- Direct TV output&lt;br /&gt;- Document viewer (MS Word, Excel, Powerpoint, TXT, PDF, HTML and JPEG files)&lt;br /&gt;- Music Player (MP3, AAC, AAC+) with digital power amp and dual speakers&lt;br /&gt;- Video recording and messaging&lt;br /&gt;- Personal organiser (Email client, to-do-list, vCard, vCalendar, alarm clock, SYncML, voice memo, calculator, currency converter)&lt;br /&gt;- Connectivity&lt;br /&gt; - Bluetooth 2 (A2DP / AVRCP / BPP), USB, SyncML DS, MMS, Email, Java, WAP 2.0&lt;br /&gt;- Photo and video caller ID&lt;br /&gt;- 1,000 phonebook entries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what most of it means but it sounds good doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;plus it can fit into my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH i saw this super nice giraffe shirt at fox ytd.&lt;br /&gt;im gonna get it!&lt;br /&gt;and the godiva milkshake.&lt;br /&gt;wow exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-115163213113598292?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/115163213113598292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=115163213113598292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115163213113598292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115163213113598292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/06/clique-outing.html' title='`clique outing'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-115149127977788493</id><published>2006-06-28T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T18:41:19.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`new skin</title><content type='html'>HIHI IVE CHANGED MY BLOGSKIN.&lt;br /&gt;my mom votes for this one cos she thinks it looks much nicer and fits me more blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY I HATE HATE HATE THE TAGBOARD.&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME HOW TO MAKE IT TRANSPARENT.&lt;br /&gt;IT STICKS OUT LIKE A SORE THUMB AND MAKES MY BLOG IMPERFECT!&lt;br /&gt;ROARRRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;ok im being very emo here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i had to do so much work on this skin be grateful all you ingrates.&lt;br /&gt;it was like &lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/apply.php?sid=47822&amp;action=Preview"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at first!&lt;br /&gt;and is you scroll to the right there are this blinking weird things( in the old one) and this jumping thing on the posts&lt;br /&gt;and ah lianzXzX scribbled all over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye i'll improve it soon.&lt;br /&gt;i'll love you forever if you help me with my tagboard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-115149127977788493?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/115149127977788493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=115149127977788493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115149127977788493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115149127977788493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/06/new-skin.html' title='`new skin'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-115148275826666152</id><published>2006-06-28T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T16:21:03.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`brian</title><content type='html'>IM BLOGGING ABOUT BRIAN AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;see brian im your true friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i told him i love him very much and he doesn't believe me cos i didn't link him.&lt;br /&gt;NOW I DID. hah. (:&lt;br /&gt;anyway he's coming up with a great plan to get all the girls smitten with him by talking differently(ie very civilised) in his blog.&lt;br /&gt;BEWARE OF HIM HE'S DANGEROUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/1600/BRIAN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/BRIAN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA everyone this is brian. (:&lt;br /&gt;he's freaking tall this picture is deceiving just like his blog!&lt;br /&gt;he is crazy but he makes me laugh so i like him.&lt;br /&gt;now see, i made a public declaration. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway EVERYONE in this entire universe is having fun while im &lt;s&gt;mugging&lt;/s&gt; supposed to be mugging for my geog.&lt;br /&gt;ok actually i haven't even read it yet so i think i'll be top three with qazim and lace and carrie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATHS TODAY WAS CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;like i studied curve sketching and i still dont know how to do??&lt;br /&gt;this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and current affairs was a complete waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;i have no knowledge of anything so i just put any alphabet that makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;all the BOYS and certain girls were so happy about the world cup questions BUT i didn't even know saudi arabia was part of asia???&lt;br /&gt;and i thought that japan and korea were the only asian teams in the world cup.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha this is such a joke&lt;br /&gt;and i was contemplating within germany, spain and france for the place where world cup is held.&lt;br /&gt;haha OF COURSE i got it right(i know what you're thinking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i should just stick to studying hard for promos cos my mids are indescribable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh im addicted to o2 jam.&lt;br /&gt;omg it's so so so so so FUN X928749198713&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye all you party poopers o2 jam is my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU BRAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CLARICE'S BACK! (: (: (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-115148275826666152?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/115148275826666152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=115148275826666152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115148275826666152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115148275826666152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/06/brian.html' title='`brian'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-115140134121260167</id><published>2006-06-27T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T17:42:21.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`mids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/PICT0083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/PICT0083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;the reason why we dont need men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two more papers to go: maths and geog&lt;br /&gt;both of which i will fail&lt;br /&gt;cos i suck at maths and i didn't study for geog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really should be revising for my maths now BUT(there's always a but) im mood-less.&lt;br /&gt;should stop not studying just because i dont feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;-frowns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok anyway the mango purse is gone. ):&lt;br /&gt;yeah life sucks tell me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but mom bought me some roxy one that's ALMOST as nice but..&lt;br /&gt;that's for one's own discretion.&lt;br /&gt;and havaianas slippers.&lt;br /&gt;and shirts. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;There was nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;the day she left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;just filled a suitcase full of regrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held a taxi in the rain&lt;br /&gt;looking for someplace to ease the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then like an answered prayer&lt;br /&gt;I turned around and found u there&lt;br /&gt;you really know where to start&lt;br /&gt;fixing a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;you really know what to do&lt;br /&gt;your emotional tools can cure any fool&lt;br /&gt;whose dreams have fallen apart&lt;br /&gt;fixing a broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just decided to post part of a song that fits the picture.&lt;br /&gt;quite like this song actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want these days to fly past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUST ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM A GIRL&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115140134121260167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/06/mids.html' title='`mids'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-115081017456979156</id><published>2006-06-20T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T21:29:34.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`painted nails</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/1600/pink%20keyboard%20and%20shopping!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/pink%20keyboard%20and%20shopping%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart says yes but my head says no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY, (after school) I WENT TO MANGO.&lt;br /&gt;AND IT WAS CLOSED.&lt;br /&gt;IN PREPARATION FOR THE SALE.&lt;br /&gt;so it'll be closed to me tmr as well cos it's for vips only.&lt;br /&gt;SO I CAN ONLY GO ON THURS.&lt;br /&gt;THEN WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN TO MY STUDY PLAN.&lt;br /&gt;SIGH&lt;br /&gt;LIFE SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it's going to be out of stock.&lt;br /&gt;what am i going to do with my life now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK IT'S SERIOUSLY TIME TO GET DOWN AND STUDY.&lt;br /&gt;sigh but i have people lining up just waiting to be my facils.&lt;br /&gt;that's what friends are for.&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im depressed.&lt;br /&gt;plus i cant study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i had to spoil it all by saying something stupid like i love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-115081017456979156?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/115081017456979156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=115081017456979156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115081017456979156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115081017456979156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/06/painted-nails.html' title='`painted nails'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-115063885373869071</id><published>2006-06-18T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T21:54:13.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`retained</title><content type='html'>and it hurts to want everything and nothing at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAY HELLO TO 3 YEARS IN CJC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-115063885373869071?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/115063885373869071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=115063885373869071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115063885373869071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115063885373869071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/06/retained.html' title='`retained'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-115063674902974159</id><published>2006-06-18T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T21:21:52.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`girls night out</title><content type='html'>1 peter 3:4&lt;br /&gt;"rather let it be the hidden person of the heart, with the &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;incorruptible beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit&lt;/span&gt;, which is very precious in the sight of God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha that was the challenge.&lt;br /&gt;a rather great one i must say&lt;br /&gt;but girls' night out was good.&lt;br /&gt;i realised how much i miss just being around girls.&lt;br /&gt;(: i think girls in church are special cos you dont have to _______.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go to an all girls college(ok maybe not)&lt;br /&gt;then again the whole ____ thing was such a big mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i think i think i think i think i think i should stop being so fickle minded. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know i think it's too late for regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I SHOULD, COULD HAVE DONE SO MUCH MORE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive given up on my maths(did i say that already?)&lt;br /&gt;haven't started on geog(yes EXTREMELY dead i know)&lt;br /&gt;econs only done like the first chap(HAHA THIS IS A JOKE)&lt;br /&gt;chem: OK I DONT KNOW HOW TO DO MOLE CONCEPT(BEAT THAT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok and i STILL have chinese.&lt;br /&gt;which i think i should just give up ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLARICE COME BACK QUICK. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my only consolation is that i want to buy this mango purse-like thing.&lt;br /&gt;if it's out of stock....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye all you sadists.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-115063674902974159?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/115063674902974159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=115063674902974159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115063674902974159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115063674902974159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/06/girls-night-out.html' title='`girls night out'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-115034486138194070</id><published>2006-06-15T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T12:14:21.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`og 23</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/1600/OG23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/OG23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OG 23 (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had an og bbq on tues! (thanks to the great organisational skills of BRIAN and kavee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we reached at FREAKING ONE PM thanks to malvin's great idea and he was late by the way.&lt;br /&gt;went to jac's place the condo near ac and like played cards and mahjong.&lt;br /&gt;i was being antisocial because brian kept mocking me for going cj???&lt;br /&gt;eg " go with your cj friends forget that you were ever from og 23"&lt;br /&gt;blah blah ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok and i turned on kids central where they had the MAGIC SCHOOL BUS! (:&lt;br /&gt;brian thinks i have a deprived childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok and then we watched video after video and finally we went down to play at the swing.&lt;br /&gt;and thus began the insufferable wait for the catering man.&lt;br /&gt;we waited and waited X987438245894615178.&lt;br /&gt;AND FINALLY HE CAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the usual commotion of starting the fire and the smart man gave them five firestarters only which wasn't enought since the guys wanted to start a campfire or sth i think.&lt;br /&gt;so brian minghao jer and me trekked out to buy more charcoal and firestarters enough to burn down the entire condo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thus after another hour or so we got to eat and eat and eat.&lt;br /&gt;omg i think brian ordered enough for like 9847298642 people.&lt;br /&gt;ok then we sat down and talked for donkey years and they started to guess my cca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually minghao started guessing at the start of the day but that's not the point.&lt;br /&gt;this was the intense one.&lt;br /&gt;so they went on for about 15 mins to half an hour till kavee finally rmb that he had yuanzu's no and called him.&lt;br /&gt;and the smart guy told them i was in gym=gymnastics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they say the rest is history. (: but it was fun despite all of the bullying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've got a new tv so big i would think it's for the blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND TOKTOK PLEASE COME BACK SOON. ):&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU TO THE ENDS OF THIS EARTH AND BACK. ): ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye girl's night out today! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-115034486138194070?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/115034486138194070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=115034486138194070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115034486138194070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115034486138194070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/06/og-23.html' title='`og 23'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-115009602808470771</id><published>2006-06-12T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T15:07:08.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`STUDY!</title><content type='html'>HELLO I SHOULD &lt;em&gt;REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY&lt;/em&gt; BE STUDYING. -frowns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what have i done the entire holiday study-wise:&lt;br /&gt;maths questions that i can count with my hands and not one complete. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THAT'S ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM GOING CRAZY I THINK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok anyway i watched xmen on sat with the trio.&lt;br /&gt;it's nice we had a mini commotion in the cinema as usual and the guys were mortified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised my blog takes donkey years to load that's sad.&lt;br /&gt;AND my tagboard is screwed ok not that anyone tags.&lt;br /&gt;bye i need to try to focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also need a lot of sour sweets and i need to slim down&lt;br /&gt;no im not pregnant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-115009602808470771?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/115009602808470771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=115009602808470771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115009602808470771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/115009602808470771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/06/study.html' title='`STUDY!'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-114985877544918572</id><published>2006-06-09T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T21:12:55.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`some baking pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/DSCN2588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/DSCN2588.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;hi i bake im a domestic goddess and yes i wore shorts in case you were wondering. (ok i was afraid of that machine i was holding it made loud noises)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/DSCN2593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/DSCN2593.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i would kill for more. (:&lt;br /&gt;ok &lt;em&gt;maybe&lt;/em&gt; not kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out (:&lt;br /&gt;uh got forced to watch the omen. (im suffering from the repurcussions)&lt;br /&gt;went to the GIRAFFE restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;omg if the plates weren't so heavy i'll work there.&lt;br /&gt;they're so  free they clean the cutlery on the tables AND they've got a cool revolving fan.&lt;br /&gt;BUT best of all, they've got the COOLEST RESTAURANT NAME EVER.&lt;br /&gt;then we walked and walked and walked and walked.&lt;br /&gt;and met toktok where we got drunk on emotions (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday-today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went with toktok and xia to the hospital where it was freaking cold.&lt;br /&gt;ok and we were there for ten hours i think.&lt;br /&gt;haha xia said he'll treat us to coffee and toktok and i only realised it like a few hours later that it was free!&lt;br /&gt;ok and i fell like terribly sick and cabbed home&lt;br /&gt;AND I SLEPT FROM 2PM- UH 9AM TODAY! (:&lt;br /&gt;extremely good. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH ZAC IF YOU'RE READING THIS I FOUND THE BUTTERMILK COOKIES RECIPES.&lt;br /&gt;NOW YOU HAVE NO EXCUSE FOR NOT BAKING IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;3 cups all purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons sugar&lt;br /&gt;4 teaspoons baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon baking soda&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup (1 1/2sticks)&lt;br /&gt;chilled unsalted butter,&lt;br /&gt;cut into 1/4-inch pieces&lt;br /&gt;1 cup buttermilk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preparation:&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 425°F. Whisk flour, sugar, baking powder, salt and baking soda in large bowl to blend. Using fingertips, rub 3/4 cup chilled butter into dry ingredients until mixture resembles coarse meal. Add buttermilk and stir until evenly moistened. Using 1/4 cup dough for each biscuit, drop biscuits onto baking sheet, spacing 2 inches apart. Bake until biscuits are golden brown on top, about 15 minutes. Cool slightly. Serve warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: ok byebye&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-114985877544918572?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/114985877544918572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=114985877544918572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/114985877544918572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/114985877544918572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/06/some-baking-pics.html' title='`some baking pics'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-114965262215282782</id><published>2006-06-07T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T11:57:02.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`shopping with mom</title><content type='html'>SHOPPING! (:&lt;br /&gt;went out with my mom ytd AND bought like loads and loads of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first we went to the skin doc and i saw him for like what max 8 mins??&lt;br /&gt;(we got lost on our way there)&lt;br /&gt;and it was 105 bucks la.&lt;br /&gt;but he's good if he can cure my disgusting hands. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok THEN we went shopping! (:&lt;br /&gt;first up mom donated to some hci guys and i got a pretty turning colourful fan thing! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to borders after that and ive got 6 new books! (: (:&lt;br /&gt;-the screwtape letters&lt;br /&gt;-ps i love you&lt;br /&gt;-if you could see me now&lt;br /&gt;-mirage&lt;br /&gt;-tuesdays with morris&lt;br /&gt;-the five people you meet in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;then i got my pretty pretty birks! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i kept teasing mom about the ______ incident so she decided to insult me about my peeling skin and ugly tan. -frowns&lt;br /&gt;hahaha then she bought me a bikini.&lt;br /&gt;weird huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she bought me 620g of no nut choc chip cookies. (: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok and helped my sis buy tr elaine's wedding present.&lt;br /&gt;it's super pretttty. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok then i had to stop buying cos it was like freaking heavy to lug around.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i fell sick ytd night.&lt;br /&gt;cos of the super X927491649687324 cold air cons in the shopping centres and the bus.&lt;br /&gt;and getting caught in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more shopping today! (:&lt;br /&gt;bye bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO ALL FUTURE CHEATS, I KNOW THE OMEN IS A HORROR SHOW OK.&lt;br /&gt;STOP TRYING TO TRICK ME! ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-114965262215282782?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/114965262215282782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=114965262215282782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/114965262215282782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/114965262215282782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/06/shopping-with-mom.html' title='`shopping with mom'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-114951565584989750</id><published>2006-06-05T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T21:54:15.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`ming xia</title><content type='html'>hello folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;going out&lt;/s&gt; studying with toktok and mingxia today reminds me of disney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH XIA DISLOCATED HIS ELBOW so it's in cast now.&lt;br /&gt;it was extremely funny.&lt;br /&gt;and i kept banging into his elbow by accident i think i made him highly traumatisd today.&lt;br /&gt;but toktok and i made it up to him by alternately carrying his bag ok&lt;br /&gt;WOW FIRST TIME I EVER CARRIED STH FOR A GUY.&lt;br /&gt;be very touched alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when he came he wanted a burger BUT this boy is full of illnessES and he has stomach ulcers so he cant like eat a lot of stuff la. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/1600/BIRKS.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so toktok and i trooped off to cold storage to find stuff to buy for him! exciting grocery shopping.&lt;br /&gt;first up i bought the super duper nice bread roll that is sold at soup spoon and he agreed that it tasted good. (: (:&lt;br /&gt;(ok im not sure if he was being condescending but it's seriously super good)&lt;br /&gt;haha then we bought mcvitties digestive biscuits and cornflakes(he likes it) and apple juice. (:&lt;br /&gt;see we're healthy(i think) and good to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN like an hour or less later he started noticing that his fingers were swollen and numb.&lt;br /&gt;so it was quite funny to see him in pain and trying to act tough.&lt;br /&gt;toktok and i kept mocking him!&lt;br /&gt;ok but we cared a lot ok!&lt;br /&gt;like nearly his maid just free labour only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so he got like really really worried so he wanted to go for a check up and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;SO SO TOKTOK AND I BEING REALLY NICE DECIDED TO ACCOMPANY HIM.&lt;br /&gt;so exciting! (:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha i got a free apple they have outdoor toilets(like the zoo!) and we made xia sit in a wheelchair!&lt;br /&gt;toktok honed her nursing skills then. (:&lt;br /&gt;i think ive been really nice today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to queensway!!!&lt;br /&gt;and toktok and i got two new fbts. (: (: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to ikea and xia treated toktok to a hotdog and me to ice cream. (: (:&lt;br /&gt;yes i like the dispenser thing i want it in my house next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it think today's an eventful day. (:&lt;br /&gt;TOKTOK AND I HAD SO MUCH FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i have to wake up at FREAKING 730!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;OMG haha cos im going to the docs about my eczema thing and my mom smartly booked the appt at 10 am la. ):&lt;br /&gt;BUT im going to buy BIRKS after that! (:&lt;br /&gt;looks like &lt;a href="http://www.birkenstockusa.com/c/productDisplay.py?manager=LargeImage&amp;style=754771"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!!!! (: (: (: (: (: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok IM PEELING! ):&lt;br /&gt;haha the bad side effects of sunburns beside everyone mocking you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM STARTING A LIPOSUCTION FUND.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-114951565584989750?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/114951565584989750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=114951565584989750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/114951565584989750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/114951565584989750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/06/ming-xia.html' title='`ming xia'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-114941836622352540</id><published>2006-06-04T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T19:19:00.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`cant change the pic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/1600/bath%20time!.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/bath%20time%21.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to change the picture to this but i couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;oh well. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I LIKE THE CURRENT PICTURE ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;haha my mom's bonkers la.&lt;br /&gt;you know what she said?&lt;br /&gt;'you're such a romantic person i cant imagine you liking this picture.'&lt;br /&gt;UH OK.&lt;br /&gt;never knew i was a romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;im afraid that if i fall, i'll never get up again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-114941836622352540?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/114941836622352540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=114941836622352540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/114941836622352540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/114941836622352540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/06/cant-change-pic.html' title='`cant change the pic'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-114941702548145123</id><published>2006-06-04T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T18:30:25.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`text box</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;love, me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i changed the box size!(thanks!)&lt;br /&gt;now you can see the picture without moving it from left to right and left to right! (:&lt;br /&gt;but i think it's a lil weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok my mom thinks im morbid.&lt;br /&gt;cos i want to have wedding songs where people die in them and i like the broken hearted picture.&lt;br /&gt;she thinks it's bad if i put it on my blog. ):&lt;br /&gt;BUT  i dont know how to change?&lt;br /&gt;and i dont know what to change to.&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AND i dont know how to host pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im seriously going to take up ballet again. (:&lt;br /&gt;now all i have to do is find a good studio. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;never meant to fall so fast so hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-114941702548145123?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/114941702548145123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=114941702548145123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/114941702548145123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/114941702548145123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/06/text-box.html' title='`text box'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-114933546986074290</id><published>2006-06-03T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T19:51:10.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`random</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;The smile on your face lets me know&lt;br /&gt;that you need me&lt;br /&gt;There's a truth in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;saying you'll never leave me&lt;br /&gt;The touch of your hand says&lt;br /&gt;You'll catch me whenever I fall&lt;br /&gt;You say it best&lt;br /&gt;When you say nothing at all. (: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/DSCN2486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/DSCN2486.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT WANT WANT TO EAT HERE ONE DAY. (:&lt;br /&gt;btw for the dumb clowns it's says GIRAFFE. (: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOND BAY TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;uh i very smartly only put sunblock in front AND now im burnt at the back and on my face. ):&lt;br /&gt;STOP MOCKING ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha and chatted much more to the lil ones(i feel old at 17!).&lt;br /&gt;subway lunch was scrumptious. (: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom brought us out for dinner and i drank half my soup before she told me that i put soy sauce and not vinegar in my soup.&lt;br /&gt;sigh she thought it was extremely funny?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my wedding song's mtv.&lt;br /&gt;omg isn't this like the nicest song ever! (: (:&lt;br /&gt;HEARTS X987978643457 (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LHjSjuR_z_E" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry about all the lag time people.&lt;br /&gt;haha i'll try not to upload so much stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK MY MOM SAID THIS SONG IS BAD FOR WEDDING.&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE SOMEONE DIED IN THE SONG. ): ): ):&lt;br /&gt;ok i want it played at my funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i missed you. ):&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-114933546986074290?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/114933546986074290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=114933546986074290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/114933546986074290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/114933546986074290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/06/random.html' title='`random'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-114925692495125432</id><published>2006-06-02T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T22:02:04.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>//edit</title><content type='html'>//edit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is an edit thanks to daryl who's whining non stop.&lt;br /&gt;FINE YOU DIDN'T CRY.&lt;br /&gt;YOU laughed TILL YOU CRIED.&lt;br /&gt;same end result to me&lt;br /&gt;you STILL cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: shiyun is always correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw daryl i didn't do this edit for you i did it for bel if i bully you her heart will break.&lt;br /&gt;now i cant have that can i? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye twit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-114925692495125432?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/114925692495125432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=114925692495125432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/114925692495125432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/114925692495125432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/06/edit_02.html' title='//edit'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-114925527116683589</id><published>2006-06-02T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T21:34:31.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`accident</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;It was purely accidental that they meet,&lt;br /&gt;They both would tell you that.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/in%20paris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/in%20paris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to paris and back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/DSCN2641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/DSCN2641.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;in life it's great knowing someone's there sharing (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/DSCN2642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/DSCN2642.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;this was absolutely redundant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEIRD!&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 6(unintentionally) and only fell asleep again at 730.&lt;br /&gt;finally woke up at 11 to discover i would be late for pw meeting.&lt;br /&gt;when i finally finally reached amy's house i think i just died on her sofa and generally stoned there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left early(SORRY!) and rushed down to meet bel and daryl.&lt;br /&gt;trooped off to george's house which was really in the middle of some jungle and we had to trek in the &lt;strong&gt;super duper super duper hot&lt;/strong&gt; sun to reach.&lt;br /&gt;AND he thought that the thought of him cooking for us would be uh comforting??&lt;br /&gt;so we got down to study/do maths/undone hmk.&lt;br /&gt;and it was still freaking hot despite the fact that we had two air cons on.&lt;br /&gt;AND WE DISCOVERED THE VERY SMART GUY PUT THE AIRCON ON FAN MODE.&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok we got really distracted and ordered pizza after which he seranaded us with his fantastic piano playing skills.&lt;br /&gt;and i gave an encore of my one and only amazing song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bel and i got raped by his jack russell.(&lt;/span&gt;he calls it a husky!)&lt;br /&gt;it licks us like non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;the dog needs therapy seriously!&lt;br /&gt;firstly it thinks it's a husky.&lt;br /&gt;secondly it's lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;haha but the best part was it biting george's ass. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and daryl cried(emokid!) at george's grandma scolding the maid.&lt;br /&gt;omg he's mean to the maid.&lt;br /&gt;he cant rmb the maid's name so he calls her bryani.&lt;br /&gt;haha and he just shouts any malay name and she'll answer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I read a note my grandma wrote back in nineteen twenty-three.&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa kept it in his coat, and he showed it once to me.&lt;br /&gt;he said,"boy, you might not understand, but a long, long time ago,&lt;br /&gt;Grandma's daddy didn't like me none, but i loved your grandma so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had this crazy plan to meet and run away together.&lt;br /&gt;Get married in the first town we came to, and live forever.&lt;br /&gt;But nailed to the tree where we were supposed to meet, instead&lt;br /&gt;Of her, i found this letter, and this is what it said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get there before i do, don't give up on me.&lt;br /&gt;I'll meet you when my chores are through;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I don't know how long i'll be.&lt;br /&gt;But i'm not gonna let you down, darling wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;And between now and then, till i see you again,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be loving you.&lt;br /&gt;love, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read those words just hours before my grandma passed away,&lt;br /&gt;In the doorway of a church where me and grandpa stopped to pray.&lt;br /&gt;I know i'd never seen him cry in all my fifteen years;&lt;br /&gt;But as he said these words to her, his eyes filled up with tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get there before i do, don't give up on me.&lt;br /&gt;I'll meet you when my chores are through;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how long i'll be.&lt;br /&gt;But i'm not gonna let you down, darling wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;And between now and then, till i see you again,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be loving you.&lt;br /&gt;love, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between now and then, till i see you again,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be loving you.&lt;br /&gt;love, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS SONG. (:&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be my wedding song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;today, my heart skipped a beat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-114925527116683589?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/114925527116683589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=114925527116683589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/114925527116683589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/114925527116683589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/06/accident.html' title='`accident'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-114917771204916097</id><published>2006-06-02T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T00:01:52.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>//edit</title><content type='html'>I THINK I SHOULD STOP BEING NOCTURNAL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-114917771204916097?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/114917771204916097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=114917771204916097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/114917771204916097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/114917771204916097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/06/edit.html' title='//edit'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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-9077268.post-114917604788584331</id><published>2006-06-01T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T23:34:07.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`she's the man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/DSCN2640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/DSCN2640.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;specially for carrie. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/DSCN2645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/DSCN2645.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;yes im a slave driver but they love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/640/DSCN2647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/645/320/DSCN2647.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;dont mess with my bodyguards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my&lt;br /&gt;     life&lt;br /&gt;          is&lt;br /&gt;              so&lt;br /&gt;                  meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont ask what im doing online at this time of the night.&lt;br /&gt;PW IS AN ABSOLUTELY GOOD ANSWER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm life today was interesting?&lt;br /&gt;woke up to toktok's groans of my life is so boring(yeah what a great way to start the day i know)&lt;br /&gt;SO WE DECIDED TO STUDY! (:&lt;br /&gt;and she called mingxia along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was the second time in my life waiting for a guy it's seriously super tiring.&lt;br /&gt;when he came we had a long trek to the library where we TRIED really really really hard to find a place.&lt;br /&gt;BUT i guess it was just not meant to be a study day SO we went to watch &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;SHE'S THE MAN&lt;/span&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;it is seriously good.&lt;br /&gt;everyone should watch it.&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE IT A LOT A LOT ALOT X87964876457.&lt;br /&gt;when a guy(or half a girl) says it's good that means it's a must watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok after that we studied at macs.&lt;br /&gt;right i did a grand total of FOUR questions.&lt;br /&gt;sigh i think im seriously gonna get retained.&lt;br /&gt;i suck at maths.&lt;br /&gt;BRANDON IF YOU'RE READING THIS, I NEED THE TUITION ADDRESS AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite xia's constant mocking of toktok i think he's a nice guy.&lt;br /&gt;he lived through my maths muddle.&lt;br /&gt;OMG BUT HE SAID I WAS BLUR.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE FOR THE 973719812748943478 TIME THIS YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;NO ONE IN CRESCENT EVER EVER EVER EVER SAID I WAS BLUR.&lt;br /&gt;FDNOIWGRIQBTTIYUQTG. rahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im talking weirdly.&lt;br /&gt;too much pw does weird things to me.&lt;br /&gt;bye tweets.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9077268-114917604788584331?l=pinktiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/feeds/114917604788584331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9077268&amp;postID=114917604788584331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/114917604788584331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9077268/posts/default/114917604788584331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinktiaras.blogspot.com/2006/06/shes-man.html' title='`she&apos;s the man'/><author><name>break away</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104630317657956196</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>
