<?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-3699593021729077841</id><updated>2011-11-09T17:47:09.382+08:00</updated><category term='Humph.'/><category term='I might like her after all.'/><category term='Unbelievable'/><category term='Mean girls'/><category term='Dashed hopes :('/><category term='But Hyun Bin is younger than Miss Loh o.O'/><category term='It&apos;s party time'/><category term='No thanks.'/><category term='Share the gospel'/><category term='LOLs :D Oh Viv.'/><category term='Phantom'/><category term='Lee Min Ho :D'/><category term='Argh... 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I love you too Huilin XD'/><category term='I might just forgive Ciwei.'/><category term='Phantom on Okto at 10 :)'/><category term='Random is loveee :)'/><category term='Weekdays 7.30pm on Okto'/><category term='Chemistry&apos;s the master now :('/><category term='Uber hotness :)'/><category term='[This is the cue for someone to call the mental ward :D]'/><category term='Carol didn&apos;t even touch the thing -.-'/><category term='Going 2 iron the thing now.'/><category term='My heart...'/><category term='Um no I don&apos;t mug.'/><category term='Gross Humour :D'/><title type='text'>Chocolate Kisses.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>253</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-7572962808783778506</id><published>2009-12-26T20:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T20:27:38.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are Not Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remember watching him in a New York hotel room, searching through every drawer and cupboard before he checked out. “Have you lost your passport?” I joked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I don’t want to leave any gifts behind,” he told me earnestly. He took a soft toy from a paper bag that a fan had decorated with hearts, and clutched it to his chest in a gesture that had become familiar to me — Michael hugged every gift he was given, as though he wanted to absorb the loving energies into his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Everything I was ever given, I’ve kept it,” he said. “I treasure them all. It’s the truth — I have packets of M&amp;amp;Ms from 30 years ago, when I was a kid. Some day, I’ll build a museum for it all.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;—My friend Michael Jackson, by Uri Geller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The voice without a body went on singing; and certainly Raoul had never in his life heard anything more absolutely and heroically sweet, more gloriously insidious, more delicate, more powerful, in short, more irresistibly triumphant. He listened to it in a fever and he now began to understand how Christine Daaé was able to appear one evening, before stupefied audience, with accents of a beauty hitherto unknown, of a superhuman exaltation, while doubtless still under the influence of the mysterious and invisible master.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—The Phantom of the Opera, by Gaston Leroux.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-7572962808783778506?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/7572962808783778506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=7572962808783778506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/7572962808783778506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/7572962808783778506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-are-not-alone.html' title='You Are Not Alone'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-928714824490047905</id><published>2009-12-24T13:58:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T16:18:28.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jingle Bells Batman Smells</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Music : Who Is It —MJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mood: Slightly fever-ish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's Christmas (Eve) once again. However, looks like someone beat Santa today. After getting myself depressed watching Michael Jackson blowing kisses at the audience and making (empty) promises of a comeback just last year, I looked out of the window to see my mom home early and staring at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Joy to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So yeah, Christmas would be a major drag with my dad lecturing me no end about my computer and junk food addiction etc etc. And of course I'm going to force my mother into giving me some spare cash. Don't I deserve as much for sacrificing my entire holidays at home babysitting the spawn of Satan instead of engaging in teenage debauchery?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, Santa I need your help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moonwalk&lt;/strong&gt;, written by Michael Jackson himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael Jackson: The Visual Documentary 1958-2009&lt;/strong&gt; (The Official Tribute Edition).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael Jackson short films&lt;/strong&gt; DVD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nokia X6&lt;/strong&gt;. I don't care if it's just a pointless reincarnation of N5800. I want it muah haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nothing like a &lt;strong&gt;tablet PC&lt;/strong&gt; for an computer addict :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Endless supply of &lt;strong&gt;sushi and zinger burgers and coke&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Michael to be alive again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is obviously just an abridged version of the most important things, but it's enough. Compared with Xingyue's endless demands, you can say I'm easily contented. So please, with a sugarcoated cherry on top?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-928714824490047905?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/928714824490047905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=928714824490047905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/928714824490047905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/928714824490047905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/12/jingle-bells-jingle-bells-batman-smells.html' title='Jingle Bells Batman Smells'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-540014783629387512</id><published>2009-12-22T17:01:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T13:28:10.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DJ Blow My Speakers Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Music : Give In To Me —Michael Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mood : Slightly disorientated from the MJ marathon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Omfg I think I'm going deaf D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seriously my eardrums must be on the verge of bursting after the one hour of squealing with Xingyue on the phone and the blaring music (if you listen carefully to In The Closet, you can hear Michael grasping/moaning/shuddering provocatively in the background).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh gosh I must be the only person who spent the whole of the holidays inprisoned like some old ghasty nun and babysitting my brother who is evil personified. So obviously I don't have much to post about except complaining about the injuries I suffered while trying to subdue my hyperactive brother from tearing the pages off my books and fangirling about Michael Jackson. Haha expect this post to be snippets of random crap and try to follow along yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After a weird dream about gothic kids dancing to MJ in a toilet with monks looking on while I queued wearing some satin ballet slippers clutching a giant highlighter given to me by some Red Cross senior, I decided not to dwindle on why I'm in the same restroom as guys and played a brain game to exercise those rusty brain-gears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hxM7flJlHJ0/SzCX30RkLdI/AAAAAAAAAfE/MFbu2JsUGBE/s1600-h/Spot+the+Diff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417997336907623890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hxM7flJlHJ0/SzCX30RkLdI/AAAAAAAAAfE/MFbu2JsUGBE/s320/Spot+the+Diff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;SPOT THE DIFFERENCE :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After finishing this particularly daunting puzzle, I decided to practise my handwriting with Hui Lin on MSN for a little bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hxM7flJlHJ0/SzCaj5PMhwI/AAAAAAAAAfM/y12FY4mdTec/s1600-h/Showdown+Throwdown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418000293177362178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 85px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hxM7flJlHJ0/SzCaj5PMhwI/AAAAAAAAAfM/y12FY4mdTec/s320/Showdown+Throwdown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;GUESS WHICH IS MINE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Psst it's the prettier one.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then I went out shopping with my mom at Suntec City and got myself a new addition to my collection of cute stationery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hxM7flJlHJ0/SzCdlel2x3I/AAAAAAAAAfU/UqahYkUD4mE/s1600-h/20122009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418003618919270258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hxM7flJlHJ0/SzCdlel2x3I/AAAAAAAAAfU/UqahYkUD4mE/s320/20122009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;FRONT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hxM7flJlHJ0/SzCdltgldCI/AAAAAAAAAfc/STTQK-4Q8tI/s1600-h/20122009001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418003622923695138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hxM7flJlHJ0/SzCdltgldCI/AAAAAAAAAfc/STTQK-4Q8tI/s320/20122009001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;TOP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hxM7flJlHJ0/SzCdmRkiTEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/8xvh4cGVvm4/s1600-h/20122009002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418003632603941954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hxM7flJlHJ0/SzCdmRkiTEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/8xvh4cGVvm4/s320/20122009002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;3 COLOURS AVAILABLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haha get em good and get em quick at er... some place in Suntec for $1.50 each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay I guess I'm not much of a salesperson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-540014783629387512?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/540014783629387512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=540014783629387512&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/540014783629387512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/540014783629387512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/12/dj-blow-my-speakers-up.html' title='DJ Blow My Speakers Up'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hxM7flJlHJ0/SzCX30RkLdI/AAAAAAAAAfE/MFbu2JsUGBE/s72-c/Spot+the+Diff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-8897958409349176643</id><published>2009-12-21T08:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T12:48:45.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's Something About You Baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Music : In The Closet —MJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mood : Zi-high, talky plus plus plus singy :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Omg I'm making amazing discoveries with my phone ever since I got it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For example, if you're listening to music on your Nokia 5800 XpressMusic and you tap the right side of the screen, you can adjust the volume and and and you can actually remove the useless and unsightly search bar from the homepage! Oh oh and if you want a free phone upgrade, all you have to do is simply bring your phone on a bungee jump, wreak it and bring it for repairs :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am I brilliant or what?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haha Xingyue dear accompanied me to Wheelock's place on Saturday to collect my phone. We waited for half an hour during which we occupied ourselves looking at this cheekopek with this bright red phone. After I danced around for a bit and kissed my phone like some runaway from an asylum, we headed off to Kinokuniya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I found Moonwalk, but didn't buy it since my mom had a $10 voucher for some Suntec book convention on Sunday. With much longing, I put the book back on the shelves and scrambled after Xingyue on her fruitless search for some book on the psychology of serial killers. She finally called it quits when we were on our fifth round around the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We tried in vain to find a sushi place thereafter and trudged into KFC in the end before we finally retreated into Borders to have a cosy read. Perfume is so sick omg. After reading pages about the "fishy smell" of some dead girl's genitals, there's a wonderful chapter about ten thousand people stripping and doing each other under the influence of some wonderful perfume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay moving on to more important things, I was just reading another chick flick when Naomi Campbell's "shit fits" were mentioned. Ever since my failure to find out what Michael Jackson thought of that slut in The MJ Tapes, I'm hungry for any news about her. And haha, this is the most important nugget information yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Michael Jackson's death was rated as the top fifth musical moment of the decade, ahead of technological advances which made music easily accessible. In your face Mr Christopher Toh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-8897958409349176643?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/8897958409349176643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=8897958409349176643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/8897958409349176643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/8897958409349176643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/12/theres-something-about-you-baby.html' title='There&apos;s Something About You Baby.'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-1593518509071799445</id><published>2009-12-18T15:30:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T09:36:10.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel of Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Music : TiK ToK —Ke$ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mood : Trying to be happy without my stupid conscience pricking me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shit everyone else's mugger symptoms seemed to have been aroused already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seriously I have to stop being so idle and unproductive. Most of the time I'm simply staring at the Restaurant City window or impulsively bloghopping, desperate for something juicy to read but knowing that there's no way that the person will post in the ten minutes since I last checked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The closest I come to education everyday is the papers. Like this morning for instance, I just went, "Hohum, maybe I should read yesterday's paper. There could be something on Michael Jackson!" There was indeed an article about MJ's money-grabber attorneys and estate administrators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ugh visited Popular yesterday, but returned empty-handed once again. Most of the Michael Jackson biographies seemed like mostly tabloid crap and I didn't want to risk my dad smirking at me, going "Ooh so you're interested in him?", infusing the word &lt;em&gt;interested&lt;/em&gt; with pornographic undertones. Not unless I really like the book of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I was just staring at a picture of Michael Jackson on a roller coaster when a group of obnoxious teens came up in ridiculously low-cut skinnies and went "Billie billie!" tunelessly while pointing at the MJ books. And I don't think it was my imagination that they were commenting on how dorky I looked while giving me the up-down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I digress. I failed to find out about Michael Jackson's (maybe) relationship with Naomi Campbell in The MJ Tapes. I swear I read something about her last time. I gave up and read Unmasked: The Final Years of Michael Jackson instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;While I have to agree that Michael Jackson didn't look too healthy, I'm also sure that he didn't need any lung transplant, didn't have MRSA or skin cancer and wasn't blind in one eye which the writer claimed. Most of the stuff were conjectured without any hard evidence. Although I have to admit that my heart did a little somersault when MJ's nose was said to be nothing more than two black holes without its prosthetic partner, making him the real-life Erik of my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wonder if MJ has read Phantom of the Opera before?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-1593518509071799445?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/1593518509071799445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=1593518509071799445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/1593518509071799445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/1593518509071799445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/12/angel-of-music.html' title='Angel of Music'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-2215864011299964890</id><published>2009-12-14T20:36:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T10:00:52.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lonely Days Are Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Music : The Way You Make Me Feel —Michael Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mood: (^$&amp;amp;#*%$#&amp;amp; HYPERING!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Omfg Michael Jackson must have made a quick run to the bathroom before taking the stage and forgot to zip up his pants in the rush! He was dancing and singing Another Part of Me and the girls were all screaming and hyperventilating and stuff. Then his hands reached down (rather discreetly as a dance move) to his zipper and he giggled and blushed and all when he realised the reason behind all the cheers. He strode across the stage and turned his back against the audience and did this weirdly cute dance move. After that, you can hear him going slightly out of pitch and his arm reaching down and pulling the zipper up. And omfg after that he was trying hard to keep a straight face and continued with the song smiling when he normally doesn't during performances (he's usually man of intrigue and all onstage).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can anyone get any cuter?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pity you didn't really get to see anything and the video was pretty low-quality and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-2215864011299964890?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/2215864011299964890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=2215864011299964890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/2215864011299964890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/2215864011299964890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/12/music-way-you-make-me-feel-michael.html' title='My Lonely Days Are Gone'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-7100327084310094565</id><published>2009-12-13T13:45:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T10:35:40.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Invincible</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Music : Some Chinese 80s crap and my dad's off-key singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mood : Pissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Michael Jackson was presented with the prestigious Most Overrated Death title in the Plus Awards: Greatest Hits on the friday Today paper. Mr Christopher Toh helpfully pointed out that while MJ "gave us Billie Jean, but he didn't actually contribut anything musically worthwhile after 1991's Dangerous."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now Mr Toh, let's go through some facts shouldn't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Holly Valance or Delta Goodrem would think their Christmases had come at once if they sold five or six million copies of their albums worldwide. Michael Jackson reached the 10 million mark with his seventh solo album, Invincible, but he's been branded a failure in the industry and the media. These figures are better than those for 95% of the thousands of artists released each year and would provide a healthy retirement fund for anyone. Invincible was not only number 1 in the US, but also 12 other countries. It received double-platinum certification in the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Unfair? Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What's more, that failure tag is consistently applied by comparisons with Thriller which has sold about 100 million copies and its follow-ups, Bad, that sold about 30 million copies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;May I remind you, Mr Toh, that one day your cozy journalism throne will also be usurped by someone else and then you will, too, be branded as a loser simply because your articles don't sell as well as they used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The only thing you got right was the exploition of Michael Jackson's death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Moving on, I went to get my phone fixed at Wheelock Place yesterday before going to Popular@JP so that my parents can stock up on torture devices (better known as assessment books) to deprive my brother and I of our childhoods. And since I was engrossed in The Michael Jackson Tapes, I didn't bother protesting. I never finish the books anyway and they know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After finishing most of the Tapes, I have to agree that Rabbi Shmuel Boteach's comments were terribly rude and harsh (eg, he claimed that MJ might take an interest in adolescent sex since it's comparably more innocent than adult sex which MJ is rather afraid of.). Moreover, these conversations were intimate and MJ didn't give his consent to have them made public. And Boteach didn't even bother waiting till the funeral to get the book published in no less than seven publishers and outlets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I ditched the book and lunged for the picture books instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Did I mention how beautifully Michael's eyes shine when he talks to kids? And how cute he is, sitting on a swing with his socked-feet digging in the grass?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-7100327084310094565?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/7100327084310094565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=7100327084310094565&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/7100327084310094565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/7100327084310094565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/12/invincible.html' title='Invincible'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-4359850277884099086</id><published>2009-12-12T11:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T12:36:28.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Be Or Not 2 Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Music : Spongebob Squarepants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mood : Sniffy and itchy. Happy and sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ERM, I'm not exactly sure if this skin suits me/is nice. It looks rather bleak to me. On the bright side, my Twitter addiction is killed since I have no space to display my wonderfully witty and insightful Tweets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;However the format of my old posts are rather screwed. Originally, it wouldn't be a problem, but of course the posts I'm talking about includes my very first MJ one :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ANYWAY, give comments okay? This is just kind of a temporary thing while I continue my fruitless search for The One.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-4359850277884099086?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/4359850277884099086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=4359850277884099086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/4359850277884099086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/4359850277884099086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/12/2-be-or-not-2-be.html' title='2 Be Or Not 2 Be'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-7650255465598886510</id><published>2009-12-10T12:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T13:23:43.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Young Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mkP_ODA6ezA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mkP_ODA6ezA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Omfg sexiness :O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jaccoh5 (3 weeks ago)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Can you imagine being stuck in traffic next to these two. ﻿ Just looking out of your window, then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'WTF?! That's Michael Jackson dancing in the car!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haha couldn't agree more. But MJ's friend looks a tad retarded next to him er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Spent this morning watching the &lt;s&gt;Bashir&lt;/s&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Bashit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; interview. Utter waste of my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Besides puncturing sex into the interview every 5 minutes ("I like climbing trees and water balloon fights more than anything." "Really? More than anything? More than making love?" etcetc), I had to endure Bashit going on about how MJ is obsessed with his fame and how disturbing his relationship with children is. And any normal person would stop questioning someone when they are visibly upset, but Bashit went on with his pushy questions until MJ &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;teared&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Bashit's general tone in the interview was annoying (eg. "I have to get the bottom of the truth behind his face.").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;MJ was terribly cute at that German awards show though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He was all slick and cool, but he didn't understand German and went on too early. The backstage crew was all fantic going &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;duck!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And MJ bent down immediately, evidently confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;MJ was screeching with laughter when a fan jumped in the middle of the road in front of his limo and do the moonwalk and spins and stuff only to be pushed off by the police officers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RIP the greatest man on earth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-7650255465598886510?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/7650255465598886510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=7650255465598886510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/7650255465598886510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/7650255465598886510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/12/pretty-young-thing.html' title='Pretty Young Thing'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-211036349456044870</id><published>2009-12-08T09:15:00.039+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T13:22:50.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pull the Trigger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Signed in to MSN this morning to find my (blocked) family list dwindling from four to two. A quick contact search revealed my mom's diabolical plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She apparently gave my daddy the nickname of Gladys (I bet he feels very flattered) and placed him in my Rulangnites list in a bid to monitor my online activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pfui, her daughter is not dumb you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hui Lin:&lt;/strong&gt; That was my jacket you were talking about yeah? yeahh, it works woders. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Well... It &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; very comfy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hui Lin:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, who tell you never to reply your tags yeah? &gt;:P Mwahaha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sheesh I've been busy with MJ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rachel.S:&lt;/strong&gt; I LOVE READING YOUR BLOG POSTS XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Um thanks :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivian:&lt;/strong&gt; you finally watched Kiss? dara's pretty :D sadly though, lmh isn't cut out for eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivian:&lt;/strong&gt; plus his combed back hair, the whole vid was pretty much ruined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Er no, I watched it some time ago before I posted. Not that I cared about him now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;elisha:&lt;/strong&gt; OMG haha i play poptropica too xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Got sick of it already...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isabel:&lt;/strong&gt; Haha, haven't you gotten over Miss Loh yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;That depends on her interest in MJ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hui Lin:&lt;/strong&gt; OMG she chats with you? LOL, your hours of waiting aren't wasted yeah? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;HUMPH what'd you mean? Of course she talks to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xingyue:&lt;/strong&gt; still there say visual and spartial sure better than me huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xingyue:&lt;/strong&gt; i got 90% for that. 95% for math and logic :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xingyue:&lt;/strong&gt; im the dreamer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xingyue:&lt;/strong&gt; very rare de. only 2%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The key here is &lt;em&gt;percentage&lt;/em&gt;. Would you rather have 90% of a chocolate bar or 90% of a chocolate chip? And regarding your second point... Mice: Rare but annoying in our concrete jungle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carol:&lt;/strong&gt; wtf such a tiny cbox. anw get some eng lessons too: "off the computer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Anw get a new pair of glasses or a bigger computer monitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NICOLE:&lt;/strong&gt; OMFG seriously MINI cbox. PLS CHANGE :OOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NICOLE:&lt;/strong&gt; SPAMMING FOR NO REASON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NICOLE:&lt;/strong&gt; BBYE. OMG YOUR "INTO THE WOODS" POST ROCKS. THE SYMBOLISM :OOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NICOLE:&lt;/strong&gt; SUCKA, MRS TEO :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NICOLE:&lt;/strong&gt; YOU DUN LOVE ME MEH. WHY MY LINK NO HEART? LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;All the caps :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hui Lin:&lt;/strong&gt; OMg Yu Xin omg you were so sarcastic in your replies to the Ris Low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hui Lin:&lt;/strong&gt; *to Ris Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hui Lin:&lt;/strong&gt; and actually I admit that she has attitude problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hui Lin:&lt;/strong&gt; And omg, being bitchy? OMG are you serious? That woman's a nut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hui Lin:&lt;/strong&gt; OMG SHE IS PREJUDICING AGAINST THIN PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hui Lin:&lt;/strong&gt; WHAT BAMBOO? SHE PIG LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Can't be bothered about her now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xiaoyun:&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAHHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xingyue:&lt;/strong&gt; wth? I didnt watch 2012! i tot we are watchin it together this sunday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;LOL I thought you were tweeting about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUi Lin:&lt;/strong&gt; omg so ego. "Haha they didn't pull it off without a wonderful lead like me :) "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUi Lin:&lt;/strong&gt; I would love to see you dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Er actually I'm a bit rusty...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xingyue:&lt;/strong&gt; come back soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xingyue:&lt;/strong&gt; dun die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xingyue:&lt;/strong&gt; come back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xingyue:&lt;/strong&gt; come back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xingyue:&lt;/strong&gt; come back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xingyue:&lt;/strong&gt; dun miss you but come back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xingyue:&lt;/strong&gt; buy sovenoir for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xingyue:&lt;/strong&gt; and packed food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xingyue:&lt;/strong&gt; dun die hor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xingyue:&lt;/strong&gt; no plane crashes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xingyue:&lt;/strong&gt; COME BACK NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'll give you the prezzie if you keep your promise and treat me to sushi :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rachel.S:&lt;/strong&gt; I went to Madame Tussauds before. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Lucky T.T I only stood outside and watched people hugging MJ on the TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-211036349456044870?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/211036349456044870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=211036349456044870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/211036349456044870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/211036349456044870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/12/signed-in-to-msn-this-morning-to-find.html' title='Pull the Trigger'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-7075244506510625021</id><published>2009-12-06T18:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T18:37:24.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jesus man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I woke up at noon today and was just about to change into something more presentable &lt;s&gt;or at least get some bra on&lt;/s&gt; so that my nosy neighbours wouldn't stare at me like I'm some loony when I was greeted by a lady at the door with an older auntie behind her. They were both holding bibles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uniform check:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Baggy tee with a sagging collar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pink baggy shorts with ridiculous flower motifs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Red socks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That old auntie was obviously giving me the up-down and my daddy was gabbling on his phone. My mom and brother had obviously chosen this moment to be out. The lady said hi and I said hey back lamely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Uh how old are you? Primary four five...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Sec one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Oh... You look much younger."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes yes I know. Less than two months to my fourteenth birthday and I'm still getting those &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Stressed by the PSLE? Fear not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; leaflets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I spent fifteen minutes with that lady who was trying to convince me to be a Christian while the older auntie behind scrutinised me. Oh god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, I went to the library yesterday and it was one of the most fruitful trips ever since I had 3 cards. But obviously there would be no way I could possibly drag 24 books home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally got my hands on &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The Confessions of a Triple Shot Betty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for the third time. Its sequel, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Triple Shot Bettys in Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, was rather disappointing though. I mean whatever happened to the witty snarky girl in the first book? And there's something dire about Singapore's literature. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I Want to Live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; was pratically untouched from the months I returned it with my old loan receipt and the folded corners. &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Geektastic: Stories from the Nerd Herd&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; renewed my love for all things Wendy Mass and &lt;em&gt;Spud&lt;/em&gt; has a... er, refreshing take towards boarding schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I decided against loaning &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Phantom of the Opera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for the 17th time since my bag was getting kinda heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Being the good sister I am, I went to the children's section and was mocked by a boy playing Old MacDonald on his iPod. The things I do for my brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went to JP with mummy after. I swore I heard Billie Jean but my mum was rushing to buy veggies to cook at home :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-7075244506510625021?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/7075244506510625021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=7075244506510625021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/7075244506510625021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/7075244506510625021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/12/jesus-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-1230716123009923831</id><published>2009-12-02T20:30:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T20:59:50.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Whole New World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Footsteps of my past week:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt; Macau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt; Shenzhen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt; Hongkong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Highlight of respective venues:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt; The Grand Canal Shoppes is undoubtly one of the most extravagant malls around. I swear the salaries of the gondala rowers alone must be sky-rocketing. Sure, anyone's voice could resemble something beautiful with all the high-tech gizmos available now, but they have no microphone, no music, no nothing. And the lady was very nice, giving me a cute little wave while I ogle at her voice beside the canal. The buskers added to the romantic Venice atmosphere and the sky was so wonderfully painted I spent ten minutes staring at it. The downside, of course, was that everything is designer and you could probably spot the same shops in Singapore or anywhere with malls and rich people. And did I mention the smoke near the casino? I'll probably die a few years younger with all that two thousand chemicals I inhaled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt; We didn't really do much in Shenzhen. The only reason we went to that place with alarmingly high criminal rates was to send my granny home to Wuhan. My uncle went with his family and stayed for two days. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And ohmygod I'm in love with my two-year-old (girl) cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt; Disneyland! But well it's a little small... The Buzz Lightyear's AstroBlasters was way cool. Basically, Evil Emperor Zurg had stolen the "crystallic fusion cells" (ie. batteries) used to power the space vehicles of the "Little Green Men." You are the "Star Command" raw recruits sent to defeat Zurg, zapping everything with your blasters. I'm invincible at this game :) The Stitch Encounter was really memorable too. Guests are seated in the "Space Traffic Control Room," a movie theater-like room. After that, guests are chosen to chat with Stitch. Stitch can both interact with guests and take their pictures. A hidden cast member supplies Stitch's voice and controls his animation, allowing the character to talk and interact with guests. I laughed till I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Regrets:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt; I want a new watch—except that this watch I had my eye on doesn't go around my wrist, it's a ring. Funky huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt; I definitely should have begged my parents to go into the Madame Tussauds wax museum to see my MJ "up close."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt; FUCKING SORE THROAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-1230716123009923831?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/1230716123009923831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=1230716123009923831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/1230716123009923831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/1230716123009923831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/12/whole-new-world.html' title='A Whole New World'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-1510956756440101291</id><published>2009-11-23T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T21:41:56.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hxM7flJlHJ0/SwqQEp1aGNI/AAAAAAAAAe8/YQuQK2q-wGc/s1600/Ohmygod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407292712235440338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hxM7flJlHJ0/SwqQEp1aGNI/AAAAAAAAAe8/YQuQK2q-wGc/s320/Ohmygod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I get to Macau this Wednesday, I'm going to gorge myself on soup dumplings :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I'm so hungry, I'm actually looking up on the Shanghai Xiaolongbao on Wikipedia.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-1510956756440101291?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/1510956756440101291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=1510956756440101291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/1510956756440101291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/1510956756440101291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-i-get-to-macau-this-wednesday-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hxM7flJlHJ0/SwqQEp1aGNI/AAAAAAAAAe8/YQuQK2q-wGc/s72-c/Ohmygod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-4200042405295097609</id><published>2009-11-22T21:41:00.030+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T16:21:31.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There Are People Dying</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"...two hours of the same action scene recycled over and over again..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went out with Xingyue's family to watch 2012 yesterday afternoon :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was okay I guess. It would be much better if I hadn't overdose on Coke and had to rush to the restrooms twice. I was originally hoping that the chips we scoffed during the advertisements would prolong my bladder tolerance, but er miscalculation on my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, digression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2012 actually starts in 2009—well first it starts out in space with a few different shots of the solar system and the sun. When we get to got to good old earth, american geologist Adrian Helmsley travels to India to meet his friend Satnam, who has discovered that neutrinos (?) from the sun are causing the temperature of the Earth's core to increase rapidly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A good move on the director's part. I mean there would totally be no survivors if we were consumed by a solar flare, would there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, Adrian informs the US President about the end of the world while the other "important people" in their expensive suits are made aware of the situation. They collaborate to build a series of gigantic ships to be constructed in the Himalayas to ensure the continuity of human life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In 2012, Jackson Curtis takes his children Noah and Lily, who lives with Jackson's ex-wife Kate and her new boyfriend Gordon Silberman, on a camping trip to Yellowstone National Park. They meet Charlie Frost, a crazed who hosts his own radio show live from the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Charlie supports a theory that the world would come to an end in 2012 with a hilarious video ("It's the end people!" Dinosaur: "Not again!") and claims he possesses a map of the secret space ships' location. The family returns home as cracks begin to develop all over California. Jackson grows suspicious and rents a private plane to rescue his family and Gordon while Charlie, who stayed behind to make a live broadcast of the eruption ("Oh baby, it's beautiful."), is killed by the blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Realising the ships are in China ("Oh no we need a bigger plane."), the group lands in Las Vegas, where they meet Yuri, his twin sons, girlfriend Tamara, and pilot Sasha. They join the group and secure a jet-plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;From here on, all hell breaks loose (which is the reason Xingyue and I went to watch in the first place).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;However, we both agreed that the movie was rather anti-climax (eg it's all the same destruction scene repeated again and agian).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know those silly action movies? The ones where the bus jumps across the broken bridge? Or a man falls over the edge and everyone thinks he's dead—but it's okay because a single hand suddenly appears, clinging to the cliff? Or how about the plane that's trying to escape from an explosion and gets enveloped in smoke—only to come bursting out with impossible speed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's just like eating chocolates. Sure they're nice once in a while, but you'll suffer severe stomach aches if you eat too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think the best character in the film must be the Tibet grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Note to self:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;1) Migrate back to China asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;2) Learn how to pilot a plane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-4200042405295097609?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-1212322498391450668</id><published>2009-11-19T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T21:40:45.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2012 is nothing but sensationalism.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I mean there was once a rumor that the world would end in 2000 but hohum, we're still here, aren't we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-1212322498391450668?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/1212322498391450668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=1212322498391450668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/1212322498391450668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/1212322498391450668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/11/boo.html' title='Boo.'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-848037026499293083</id><published>2009-11-19T18:36:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T20:35:27.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And The Michael Song Is On</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;object height="177" width="288"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M11SvDtPBhA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M11SvDtPBhA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="288" height="177"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't say I love the song or anything, but I don't hate it either :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Miley Cyrus made references to MJ for the live version of this song which I appreciate. However, what's with the "pole dance" at the Teen Choice Awards? While I agree that she probably needs something to hold on to while dancing on the ice-cream pushcart, but isn't the gyrating moves and pole-straddling pushing it? And the brief seconds with her shaking her ass in the face of those little kids reaching out their hands was just plain hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went to Rulang to take my plaque yesterday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Truthfully, the Speech Day was rather disappointing. The last time I went, the hall was all nicely done up with streamers and balloons with a grand papier-mâché statue. The culinary was all nicely laid out on the table. Yes, there were even dessert spoons! And waiters served course by course of the most wonderful cruisine (mushroom soup included!) while soft music played. My mom and I were so stuffed that we had to forgo most of dessert. I only nibbled the rich chocolate cake and melty cheesecake, just barely managing to scoff the decorative chocolate pieces and cherries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Those good old times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This year we had plastic chairs around tables with flimsy plastic tablecloth. The only "dishes" served were jugs of water. Other luckier people, including us, dragged any visible chairs and sat at the back of the hall, craning our necks to death. Did I mention that the Chinese Dance performance this year was F A I L? Seriously we must have staged such a good performance with the wushu boys for the blahblah farewell gala dinner for the ministry last year that they tried to couple them again this year. Haha they didn't pull it off without a wonderful lead like me :) As if it's not bad enough that Speech Day was held in the afternoon, we didn't get to eat anything. So Xingyue and I made do with taking pictures of the satay, chicken rice and curry etc etc before getting ourselves some curry instant noodles from the 7-Eleven opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay anyway, before the lunch problem reared its evil head, Xingyue and I were crammed at the far corner of the hall with Mrs Chan (P6 form) and Mdm Chng (P5 form). If you must know, I don't particularly like them, but of course every teacher is nice to their ex-students. Even that Mdm Thana smiled at me (WTF she probably thought I would never get into a secondary school at all back in P3 much less score 4 A*s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was sitting right in front of the door and had the privilege of taking care of the teacher's belongings while they were scurrying about. This once, Mdm Chng was coming through the door and I instinctively moved my chair to let her through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"I'm not that fat ah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haha so damn cute :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;While getting my plaque (it looks more like a trophy to me), I almost died of embarrassment right there and then. Xingyue was having a nice chat with Dr Khor and Mdm Thana pushed me out too early. So I ended up freezing mid-step in the middle of the stage. All went smooth after that. Dr Khor congratulated me and I was all smiles, thanking her. Well... I was doing pretty okay when she put her arm around my shoulders and faced the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was so dazed that I couldn't even locate the camera. So yeah Rulang probably has a picture of me looking like someone with stiff shoulders and a lip-biting obsession. I practically ran off-stage into the safety of the curtains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After the ordeal, Xingyue and I rushed to lunch before heading to her house while the rest went to MacDonald's. On the way to XY's, however, a rather unwanted guest invited himself too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't think revealing his identity would be wise, but I would suffice to say it's a "he."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;XY of course claimed that she didn't mind his rudeness since he can help bully her poor unfortunate sister. Oh how that plan backfired! In fact, XY's sister and him teamed up and bullied XY instead. Meanwhile, I was the dorky one hogging the computer and offering more digs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At one point of time, he came up to me going, "Okay, I'm a guy so I can't do this. But could you force open the toilet door?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;LOLs, Xingyue was so flattered with our &lt;em&gt;WK likes you&lt;/em&gt; chants that she had went into the toilet to hide her joy. So rest assured, no half-nudity and underwear were involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Basically I faked a stomach ache and stormed in agony outside the toilet (Oscars here I come!) until XY was screaming as usual and I banged the door. He helped too while her sister was practically rolling on the floor in laughter. XY opened the door in the end and he lectured her on what a bad host she was to let her guest poop on her pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Told cha to get a lock on the toilet door *snicker*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-848037026499293083?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/848037026499293083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=848037026499293083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/848037026499293083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/848037026499293083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-michael-song-is-on.html' title='And The Michael Song Is On'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-4031101209318498729</id><published>2009-11-19T16:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T17:03:12.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hxM7flJlHJ0/SwZaEYZMoTI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mpwsd88qD1s/s1600/Omfg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406107434018971954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hxM7flJlHJ0/SwZaEYZMoTI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mpwsd88qD1s/s320/Omfg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Omfg need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;s&gt;And Gerard Bulter shaved for once.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-4031101209318498729?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/4031101209318498729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=4031101209318498729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/4031101209318498729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/4031101209318498729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/11/omfg-need-i-say-more-and-gerard-bulter.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hxM7flJlHJ0/SwZaEYZMoTI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mpwsd88qD1s/s72-c/Omfg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-893529877836893706</id><published>2009-11-18T20:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T21:18:40.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know I was just having a wonderful conversation with Xingyue (and indirectly with Ariel) about MJ's psychology when &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAM!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I got hit once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My current display name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 123&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My current personal msg:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; WTF I'm starting to think that RGS teachers have terrible organisation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-893529877836893706?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/893529877836893706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=893529877836893706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/893529877836893706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/893529877836893706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-know-i-was-just-having-wonderful.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-8343918656755147607</id><published>2009-11-17T19:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T15:35:12.451+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phantom'/><title type='text'>You're Got The Whole World in Your Hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Friends are like condoms;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;they cover up when things get hard."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Teehee I couldn't agree more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(In case you're wondering, I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;did not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; google anything obscene. In fact, I was just looking for friendship quotes on photobucket.com and chanced upon this gem.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, digression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally the holidays. These two days were spent slacking and slacking and slacking. It was basically books and computer games for the whole day with a sprinkle of forced algebra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tomorrow would be different though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Rulang Speech Day :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That would include lunch which hopefully includes mushroom soup. And of course, I also have to somehow aviod a couple of teachers and traumatise Cynthia by pinching her cheeks to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This will be followed by a (maybe) class gathering or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then it's off to Xingyue's I go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i313.photobucket.com/albums/ll397/Rebecca_Cherry_Coke_/PHANTOM.gif" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Faint from laughter*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On this rather random and cute note, I shall sign off :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-8343918656755147607?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/8343918656755147607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=8343918656755147607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/8343918656755147607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/8343918656755147607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/11/youre-got-whole-world-in-your-hands.html' title='You&apos;re Got The Whole World in Your Hands'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-9097122585700843150</id><published>2009-11-15T20:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T15:59:41.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a Shopaholic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;WTF. Xingyue went to watch 2012 without me ytd D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Humph but I wasn't rotting at home either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;00 00 to 02 00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Tearing over historical Chinese dramas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;02 00 to 12 30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Sweet dreams :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;12 30 to 13 00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;s&gt;Breakfast&lt;/s&gt; Lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;13 00 to 20 00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;s&gt;Lunch&lt;/s&gt; Supper and shopping @ Bugis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;20 00 to 21 00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;s&gt;Dinner&lt;/s&gt; Another supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;21 00 to 21 30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Parade around the house in new shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;21 30 to ?? ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Computer finally :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Timings rounded off to the nearest half hour.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All the hours of staring at the posters of Robert Pattinson's hideously disfigured face was worth it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1) Brown &lt;s&gt;Converse&lt;/s&gt; Converse-lookalike with golden graffiti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2) Double zip pouch from Myuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had a hard time choosing between the brown sneakers and an eccentric black-and-pink pair. And I finally got myself a new wallet :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Plus, I had taken step #1 in my masterplan to buy The MJ Tapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hey dad, is $45 for a book very expensive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hm... Depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; How much did your Memoirs of Lee Kuan Yew cost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Approx $70.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; But you bought it quite a long time ago and money often loses its value doesn't it? So actually the book costed more than $70 right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; -stares at me- Well yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hm... Why did you buy it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -stares at me more- Um... Because LKY is an amazing person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I see. Hey daddy, I have a newfound interest in biographies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh godd, when can I get my book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[edit]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh wait, Xingyue wasn't refering to 2012, she was Tweeting about some late-night show on TV. Yay :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[/edit]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-9097122585700843150?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/9097122585700843150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=9097122585700843150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/9097122585700843150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/9097122585700843150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/11/confessions-of-shopaholic.html' title='Confessions of a Shopaholic'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-3284568236669767320</id><published>2009-11-11T19:06:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T20:33:46.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is It.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/97nAvTVeR6o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/97nAvTVeR6o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"All I wanna say is that they don't really care about us."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Under my daddy's support, I went with Xingyue to watch This Is It yesterday against my mother's wishes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I guess it's not really that bad for a rushed monument, but to say it's wonderful would be pushing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The movie opens, after a bit of scrolling text with a number of the concert dancers weeping and excitedly talking into the camera about the gig and their love for (the still living) MJ which added to the overall deification that comes with any celebrity memoir. But more importantly, they inject some authentic feeling into a project with their wet cheeks and halting words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Before MJ really takes the spotlight though, there is a somewhat baffling montage featuring Lady Diana, Mother Teresa and President Obama (this got Xingyue in a heated rant on how can my mom find him handsome), among others, a preposterous lineup that serves as something of a warm-up act for MJ himself, who appears among an excited throng to announce the concert that never was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The subsequent rehearsals feature MJ singing and dancing to his hits, mostly from Thriller. Some of these are accompanied by elaborate minimovies, some shot with special effects, including 3-D (my favourite was the black-and-white Hollywood homage for Smooth Criminal).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Memorable moments:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)&lt;/strong&gt; MJ had an earth-packed graveyard ready for Thriller with zombies and mummies exploding out from their coffins. It was really, er, thrilling until they cut to MJ sucking an orange lollipop at the side. Cuteness :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)&lt;/strong&gt; During the Earth Song, there was a video of a young girl dancing with the dazzling butterflies through an enchanting forest with MJ talking about deforestation. And obviously the anti-climax Xingyue had to choose this touching moment to start her crap about Little Red Riding Hood skipping through the woods and MJ came on just when she was screeching &lt;em&gt;WEREWOLF&lt;/em&gt; -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)&lt;/strong&gt; During Billie Jean, MJ was doing his signature crotch-grabbing to the delight of his dancers. And so he decided to play air-guitar with his *ahem* and the crew started a) cheering b) hooting c) jumping d) imitating him e) all of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today was really eventful to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Min Yan (aka Funny Face) approached me at the Redhill bus-stop in the morning, telling me that she desperately needed to pee and asking if I could take care of her bag for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I agreed and tried to hide my amusement as she ran to the toilet at the MRT station opposite the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I delivered her bag nicely to her duty spot by the school gate after morning assembly where she thanked me profusely and exclaiming how paiseh she felt (the bus came straight after she left).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then it was the mass dance where they played Sarah Brightman singing Phantom of the Opera by mistake :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Carol and I mistook the five-minute break as a fifteen-minute recess and proceeded to scoff ourselves with rice and various soy-products (tofu!) alongside some ice-cold green tea. The life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Until we discovered our mistake and had to sneak back, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh yes, I played &lt;a href="http://www.y3.com/games/2724/Box-Head-2Play"&gt;Box Head&lt;/a&gt; with Carol during the ACP preparation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You'll think that with her mighty 3.89 GPA, she has got to have some battle tactics up her sleeve, but instead, Carol was randomly shotting down my painfully-built battle forts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This spurred on my yelling and Xingyue's laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Unfortunately, we were caught by Mrs Teo (good grief, did I just say I liked her?) and forced back into the class to help out with making lidded-boxes with icecream sticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That was what we were supposed to be doing anyway. In reality, Carol and I were smearing white glue all over each other while battling with the goey icecream sticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Carol nicely agreed to style my hair with an icecream stick and white glue and I happily repaid her favour by squeezing the glue bottle on top of her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'm nice, I know :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-3284568236669767320?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/3284568236669767320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=3284568236669767320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/3284568236669767320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/3284568236669767320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-it.html' title='This Is It.'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-3281267197258969733</id><published>2009-11-09T16:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T15:12:36.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her:&lt;/strong&gt; Hi Yuxin and Shiting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viv:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her:&lt;/strong&gt; Hi Shiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viv:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her:&lt;/strong&gt; Well Shiting is your Chinese name isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viv:&lt;/strong&gt; Um...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Everyone laughs*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her:&lt;/strong&gt; Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Er okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay this is getting awkward isn't it? Er I'll just go back and you two can continue your conversation. Let's pretend nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMFG Mrs Teo is so cute :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-3281267197258969733?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/3281267197258969733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=3281267197258969733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grim Brothers, go to hell.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wait they're probably in hell already, but nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;WTF is their deal to omit out all the fun parts from Little Red Riding Hood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I mean in the original version, you have a girl eating her own grandmother unknowingly and drinking her blood, doing a strip dance, and finally getting in bed with the wolf (which was originally a werewolf).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;How cool is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And Mrs Teo, don't you realise how symbolism is so skilfully used?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Red cloak → lust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Red cloak → the blood of the menstrual cycle, braving the "dark forest" of womanhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Red cloak → the hymen (throwing of cloak into fire symbolises the breaking of the hymen and the losing of virginity).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On a less exciting note, the werewolf symbolises a sexual predator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In French slang, when a girl loses her virginity it was said that &lt;em&gt;elle avoit vû le loup&lt;/em&gt;—she’d seen the wolf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ditch your fairy tale colour books everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Read the Per-Perrault version of Little Red Riding Hood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-7089595723769136166?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/7089595723769136166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=7089595723769136166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/7089595723769136166'/><link 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align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ris, it's no exaggeration to say that you're now officially Singapore's most recognizable former ex-beauty-queen. Has fame been a dream or nightmare for you so far?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's been a dream, a fabulous dream. It's like being in wonderland, people recognize you and you get freebies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What sort of freebies?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh I get a lot of free nail treatments and hair treatments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sure sure &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt; for that free manicure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I mean jailed for fraud?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I see. But surely it hasn't all been smooth-sailing? You have been getting your fair share of flak and criticism...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[Interrupts.] No, I take everything with a pinch of salt. So it's just been a dream to me, even the bad parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So you're thoroughly enjoying yourself?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uh huh. There's no such thing as bad publicity, only publicity. [Smiles.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here Ris Low, a suggestion: Strip and strut down Orchard Road naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Free publicity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some people say that you don't know what you're doing and have dragged our country's reputation down with you. What do you have to say to these people?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Can I tell them that they're bull-shitting? Please take a look at yourself in the mirror, as if you're not disgracing yourself. Is your English really that good? Can you really speak that well? Can you write that well? Do you think you can stand on the stage and portray yourself? No, I don't think so. You're just somebody behind a computer, a nerd wearing specs, typing away. Just a coward. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's not your English, it's your attitude dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Has there been anything brought up in the media that you would like to clarify?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They said I bought my title, but obviously that's not true. If you spend money and effort going to grooming classes and catwalk classes, of course you'll win. Nothing comes for free. You must put in the effort to make yourself well-known, make yourself be seen. Saying I bought my title is so not true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Too bad your efforts went down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Speaking of well-known, did you ever think that the word "boomz" will become the national phenomena it is now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No, I thought 'boomz' was just a word used by myself and in the comics, where the cars go crashing and then boomz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So how long have you been using this word?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think since I was young. I'll just play with the (toy) trucks and go boomz, boomz, boomz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And did it always come with the z at the back?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know there was this point in time whereby everything came with a z at the back? It was so yesterday, but ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I see you've coined a new word, "shingz," which you said translate to "sucks". Was that also from your childhood?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No, that's recently. It's like saying basket... and when you can't say that, you just say shingz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So are you going to get into the habit of coining new words?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ya, I can start a Ris Low dictionary anytime. [Smiles.] Because I'm always into new words, and I like coming up with new ways of expressing myself through different sounds. I base them on sounds lah. Don't really think they're words actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I've also coined a new word too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hkabsfazzz (Noun).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unpleasant bitch who wishes all male species to fall at her feet (eg. That Ris Low is such a hkabsfazzz!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Interesting. So has your daily 10pm curfew been shingz for you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Obviously, I can't go for any events if it's after 10pm, or I have to get approval from my probation officer. Other than that, it's not much of a problem because I'm not much of a nightlife person. I don't go chionging (clubbing), even though I look like a chiongster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do you do when you want to go out and have a good time then?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shopping, shopping, tons of shopping. [Laughs.] A woman can never get enough of shopping. You get real excitement and thrill out of shopping. It's like you're looking at the clothes and they're asking you to try them out. [Animated.] That gorgeous dress, ooh look at that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where do you usually do your shopping?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anywhere with clothes. Heeren, Bugis, Cineleisure. And the infamous City Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;City Plaza? Eh isn't that where all the aunties do their shopping?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No. [Shakes head disapprovingly.] The clothes are so trashy. And I like trashy clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So what's the trashiest outfit that you have?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haha, I don't even dare to wear it out, I think my mom will kill me. It's all furry, mid-riff and comes with a short skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Score one for Ris Low: She actually listens to her mummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've never seen anyone wear something like that on the street, so you're probably right about the mom thing. You obviously like the attention. Is that why you like taking part in beauty pageants and walking down the catwalk?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Because it makes you feel like a princess, like you're the only one in the world who matters. The stage's all yours, the world's your oyster and you're the pearl. It feels like that, feels good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you recommend that other girls take part in beauty pageants?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Of course, everybody should have their chance to strike the prize...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it was kind of like snatched away from you wasn't it...?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll snatch the limelight back! [Laughs.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't regret the experience?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nope, no I don't. It'll be good publicity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything's about me me me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What lessons have you learned in the process that you can share with someone interested in pageants a shot?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I learnt to work smart, be smart and act smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do you mean by that?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Being bitchy. That way, you can get anything you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How so?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By being bitchy, you tend to backstab people. And people tend to trust you more and tell you more stuff, gossip more. And then that's where you get the upper hand and use that against your opponents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If it's me, I'll keep miles away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Trust you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Cough cough*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's a, er, refreshing take. But wouldn't being that kind of person inhibit you from having close friends?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think when it comes to pageants, work is work, and real life is real life. This is the real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's talk about your diet. I understand you're on medication for your bipolar disorder. Are you putting on weight as a result?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeah, in fact it has made me gain 5kg since the middle of this year. I've been exercising a lot and eating less, like one heavy meal a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Has it been a struggle for you, trying to be thin and at the same time having to take your meds?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ya it is. Because I'm in a family of three girls and all my sisters are all skinny. My eldest sister is like a bamboo pole, so thin! I can easily break her with my two arms. My youngest sister has got a great shape, so of course there's pressure on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your family seems nervous about your new-found fame. How are you helping them to cope with it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll tell them everything about my movement, wherever I'm going and how long it'll take and what time I'll be back. I'll be responsible for my own actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's sensible of you. And you seem interested in taking on charity work as well.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeah, I'll like to help the Down Syndrome Association (DSA) and the Breast Cancer Foundation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why these two organizations in particular?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Firstly, I think the kids at the DSA are really poor thing, they don't have a chance, they didn't choose to be this way, they were just born like that. And as for the Breast Cancer Foundation, this is the cancer that's most associated with women. So ya, I think we should create awareness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ultimately, what would you like to do?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I would like to organize my own pageant. I think I can do a much better job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you want to get married?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Of course, maybe two years down the road. Why not? Start early. The government's giving out the baby bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How many kids would you like to have?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why three?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Because when I die and my husband dies, there's at least one more to boomz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Honey exactly how are you planning to find a hubby (much less marry and start a family) like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"follow me on twitter to win a dinner date!"—@&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/lowyimin"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lowyimin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So what's your ideal man like?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He must be smart, witty, can control my temper, willing to understand and read more into me. He must be able see what's within me and see the best of me, and not see that I'm just a bimbo. I'm more than that, far more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you encountered someone like that?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How's that working out?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We're working out perfectly fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is this the guy you're seeing right now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you tell us a bit more about him?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nah, we're just (pauses) good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH MY GOD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Read more of this crap at &lt;a href="http://www.lowyimin.com/"&gt;http://www.lowyimin.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-520785396934832726?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/520785396934832726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=520785396934832726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/520785396934832726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/520785396934832726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/11/rad-hot.html' title='Rad Hot'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-3068042596776604322</id><published>2009-11-06T19:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T19:50:34.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Multiple Intelligences Test.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Verbal/Linguistic: 80%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Visual/Spatial: 65%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Logical/Mathematical: 65%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Intrapersonal: 55%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bodily/Kinesthetic: 55%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Interpersonal: 40%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Musical: 35%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Naturalist: 10%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Personality Types Test.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Extraverted: 68%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Introverted: 32%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Intuition: 74%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sensing: 26%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feeling: 68%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thinking: 32%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perceiving:79%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Judging: 21%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ENFP—The Advocate:&lt;/strong&gt; ENFPs are introspective, values-oriented, inspiring, social and extremely expressive. They actively send their thoughts and ideas out into the world as a way to bring attention to what they feel to be important, which often has to do with ethics and current events. ENFPs are natural advocates, attracting people to themselves and their cause with excellent people skills, warmth, energy and positivity. ENFPs are described as creative, resourceful, assertive, spontaneous, life-loving, charismatic, passionate and experimental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Primary Function—Extraverted Intuition:&lt;/strong&gt; Intuitive people process data through impressions, possibilities and meanings, so the Extraverted Intuition function allows a person to see different path or ways. When information comes in, different possibilities are thought of, realizing that there is always another way of looking at things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NF Temperament—The Visionaries:&lt;/strong&gt; NFs are introspective, intuitive and highly idealistic. They are subjective, compassionate "feeler" people that desire to contribute goodness and meaning to the lives of others. They are effective at doing this through their nurturing, insightful and encouraging nature. NFs despise conflict. They will do everything they can to make sure their loved ones get along with each other and are happy. NFs are imaginitive, creatively inclined and passionate about their choice causes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Population:&lt;/strong&gt; 5.5% (4.5% male, 6.5% female)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My visual/spatial and logical/mathematical intelligences are the same o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*Cough* I think I'm more on the logical side than the mathmatical side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haha I'm an all-rounder :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I'm positive that the bodily/kinesthetic intelligence is refering to my nimbly fingers since I failed my NAFA test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gosh my music might not be as bad as I thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As for the personality quiz, I could not agree more on the extraverted intuition part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not to show off or anything, but seriously I'm so much more flexible than someone I could name right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-3068042596776604322?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/3068042596776604322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=3068042596776604322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/3068042596776604322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/3068042596776604322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-me.html' title='This Is Me'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-9222055503673550526</id><published>2009-11-04T19:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T19:56:54.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My mom and I had yet another of our infamous fights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I prefer not to think about it. So let's move on shouldn't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vivian and I sneaked out for an early recess today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And guess who we saw again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I didn't really get a chance to talk to Miss Loh though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tragic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vivian wasn't helping things either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I swore she took hours to buy her chicken rice although there was no queue in sight, leaving me alone with my plate of rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was trying to look normal, but it wasn't easy with Miss Loh nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Especially when a cleaner came to out of a sudden to clean the already gleaming table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just said thanks and looked away only to find Miss Loh staring at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Of course if circumstances were different, I would have stared back, but this time I quickly looked down, cheeks aflame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I swear the way she eats is so dainty and adorable :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then we had the inter-class karaoke session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haha 103's Barbie Girl was hilarious and ours was plain cute :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I don't think the people get our joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beat It → Beat The Eggs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hence the aprons and the egg-beaters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Holy shit I should apologise to mummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-9222055503673550526?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/9222055503673550526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=9222055503673550526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Spotted: Miss Loh buying her lunch from the canteen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In fact, she was right behind me in the Nasi Padang queue at exactly 9.30 am. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's a pity that we didn't really get a chance to talk although we did stare at each other for a fair bit. Her friend must have gotten in the way of our possible meaningful conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That was the only highlight of my sorry existance today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Unless you count in the one hour Carol and I spent in the Shaw Lab when we were supposed to be in Malay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haha we returned to the class at the last ten minutes, claiming that we were helping a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think our excuse is growing old if the look of disbelief on the Malay teacher's face is any indication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I feel like ranting at the moment, but really I have no right to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There are people who are having worse problems than I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I guess this is where chick lits come in since &lt;em&gt;The Fruit of My Lipstick&lt;/em&gt; is actually quite amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I'm not only saying this because the protagonist is Chem-obsessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-7766581509866702967?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/7766581509866702967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=7766581509866702967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/7766581509866702967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/7766581509866702967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/11/dont-you-know-that-youre-toxic.html' title='Don&apos;t You Know That You&apos;re Toxic?'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-566952890619486362</id><published>2009-11-02T16:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:24:49.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh dearie me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My recent Twitter obsession must not be too healthy D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But you have to admit that it looks so much better than Plurk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, this is too juicy for me to simply Tweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Although of course I did just to show off.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yuxin just finished 7 Poptropica missions in 2 days.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haha I squandered all the cash, or &lt;em&gt;credits&lt;/em&gt; as they call it, on spastic stuff like geisha, fairy queen, southern belle and royal ball gowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I also got myself the &lt;em&gt;Followers (Classic Pack)&lt;/em&gt; which is basically some small and irresistably cute creatures like a big fat bubble or a glistening butterfly following you around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On top of that, I still have 100, er, &lt;em&gt;credits&lt;/em&gt; left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm marvelous :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay I shall concentrate on my MSN conversation with Miss Loh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-566952890619486362?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/566952890619486362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=566952890619486362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/566952890619486362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/566952890619486362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-dearie-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-4905974372385531182</id><published>2009-10-31T22:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T14:18:35.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Good: GD910.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398772137330952658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hxM7flJlHJ0/SuxKp6zjSdI/AAAAAAAAAeI/ffgq07XoR48/s200/lg-gd9101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This has got to be the cutest thing I've ever seen :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-4905974372385531182?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/4905974372385531182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=4905974372385531182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/4905974372385531182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/4905974372385531182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/10/look-good.html' title='Look Good: GD910.'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hxM7flJlHJ0/SuxKp6zjSdI/AAAAAAAAAeI/ffgq07XoR48/s72-c/lg-gd9101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-7371348818791233518</id><published>2009-10-31T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T15:08:56.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I'm saying."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;— Oscar Wilde.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Can I make a case for brunch as the best meal of the day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Come on now—it's breakfast, it's lunch, it's savoury, it's sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Warning: Frivolous Content Ahead.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was so bored this morning that I decided to give &lt;a href="http://www.poptropica.com/"&gt;Poptropica&lt;/a&gt; a try under my brother's recommandation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My brother do have some taste after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Think a cuter and more tedious version of Clubpenguin missions.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398651193155348898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hxM7flJlHJ0/SuvcqCpDaaI/AAAAAAAAAdw/LlX82Z1C7pU/s320/Geisha+Glamour.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After solving my first mission, I immediately bought myself a kimono with a shamisen and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And the cat from the next mission just finished off my look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(This is purely virtual. I'm against people who carry their miniature poodles in their designer totes and give them makeovers to match their custom-made suits. And in case you're wondering about the shamisen, I kept it after I decided that it kind of hinders my movement.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398651197665936258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hxM7flJlHJ0/SuvcqTcdg4I/AAAAAAAAAd4/xC7jHkoAHek/s320/Geisha+Glamour+Update..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I like this pink kimono more and I got myself some hanging tendrils of bangs at the sides. Pretty no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Memoirs of a Geisha ♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay let's move on to more important things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CDhqvi-hCIY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CDhqvi-hCIY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Possible reasons why Lee Min Ho closed his eyes for 95% of the song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1) He's blinded by the lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2) He's really into the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3) He's &lt;em&gt;shy&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Either way, My Everything is climbing up my Most Played list fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;object height="177" width="288"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l5wmidyl_9E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l5wmidyl_9E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="288" height="177"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He acts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He sings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He plays the piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;God, is there anything he can't do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Haha but his playing was a little shaky.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PUNlZkH7f8I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PUNlZkH7f8I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you watch porn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I haven’t watched it in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I did once when I was in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[Insert the cutest expression ever.]&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’ve watched it more than once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I haven’t watched any since I turned 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So you watched porn as a teenager?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That’s when most guys start watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[Awkward silence.]&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, I don’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[His smile = The most beautiful thing.]&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're lying.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fangirling is addictive.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-7371348818791233518?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/7371348818791233518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=7371348818791233518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/7371348818791233518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/7371348818791233518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-so-clever-that-sometimes-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hxM7flJlHJ0/SuvcqCpDaaI/AAAAAAAAAdw/LlX82Z1C7pU/s72-c/Geisha+Glamour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-1557565671407243395</id><published>2009-10-30T17:12:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T18:09:48.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh Oh Uh Oh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;object height="177" width="288"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JwvBeHbDL9Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JwvBeHbDL9Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="288" height="177"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No computer, no special effects, no nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is raw talent man.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xingyue:&lt;/strong&gt; HELLO FISHY THE UR AWESOME THING IS U PUT ONE LOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;What are you talking about :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xiaoyun:&lt;/strong&gt; haha she is your motivation huh? HEHEH. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hm... I accidentally skipped a question T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xingyue:&lt;/strong&gt; HELLO I ATE A LOT AT HOME LA. I ATE FRIED RICE AND DRANK LOTTA SOUP BEFORE I CAME OUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Eyer why the strong reaction...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUi LIn:&lt;/strong&gt; OMG I didn't know you camwhore too (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUi LIn:&lt;/strong&gt; Let's watch New Moon (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You camwhore much more than me okay. And um, I hate Twilight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Navitha:&lt;/strong&gt; hey!!!! ASHLEY TISDALE!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Navitha:&lt;/strong&gt; i love her!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Navitha:&lt;/strong&gt; nice blog dude!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Th-th-this beat is hypnotic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna ride it like a chauffuer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sound of the sonic's controlling me like a robot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I go bionic so D-D-DJ put it on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm losing logic and cruising deeper in the zone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Crank It Up :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥Priya;:&lt;/strong&gt; Hey pls link me up and tag my blog thanks :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Done :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hui Lin:&lt;/strong&gt; Uhhh, nice cat? It likes you too much. So it wanted to sleep under your bed. Mwahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;LOLs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hui Lin:&lt;/strong&gt; Um. She walked in fron tof you. (: OBVIOUS LOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hui Lin:&lt;/strong&gt; um and two marks aren't worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Miss Loh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hui Lin:&lt;/strong&gt; You should have gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hui Lin:&lt;/strong&gt; Then you can hug him (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hui Lin:&lt;/strong&gt; And of course, SQUEEZE HIS CHEEKS, like what you normally do. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Haha thank god I didn't go. The meetup was cancelled due to "security reasons".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hui Lin:&lt;/strong&gt; OMG cool! Your room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hui Lin:&lt;/strong&gt; Come to my house. I shall invite you TO CLEAN MY ROOM(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Nice no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hui Lin:&lt;/strong&gt; Cheer up. I bet your mom said that in a fit of anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hui Lin:&lt;/strong&gt; Think of LMH (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'm thinking of him always :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hui Lin:&lt;/strong&gt; That was my jacket you were talking about yeah? yeahh, it works woders. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gosh the number of tags are dwindling D:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-1557565671407243395?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/1557565671407243395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=1557565671407243395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/1557565671407243395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/1557565671407243395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/10/uh-oh-uh-oh.html' title='Uh Oh Uh Oh.'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-5711197155105460069</id><published>2009-10-28T19:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T20:05:50.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Fucking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Can't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Fucking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Fucking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mom.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seriously? What kind of fucked-up mother trusts some random stranger more than her own blood and flesh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey mom, yes you're absolutely right. I was busy prostituting myself and drinking booze and smoking and snorting illegal stuff up my nose every night. How'd you figure that out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I mean, what are the chances of me coming home at 7.30pm because of the demeaning Red Cross?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-5711197155105460069?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/5711197155105460069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=5711197155105460069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/5711197155105460069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/5711197155105460069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-fucking-cant-fucking-stand-my-fucking.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-533019362887902602</id><published>2009-10-27T18:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T19:27:11.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Major historical turning point:&lt;/strong&gt; Yuxin didn't mention Miss Loh since this Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeesh, Lee Min Ho holds the key to my heart now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But of course I haven't totally forgotten about Miss Loh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;... yet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Netball carn today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;RGS carnival = Students getting sunburned beside the netball courts + Lots of unnecessary cheering + Disgustingly weird bubble tea (Eg green apple &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; green tea brewed together into what looks like poison in Runescape) + A milo van parked miles away offering free milo + Ants everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Highlight of the day includes the netball girls and the PE teachers fighting it out in a drizzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It would be so much more exciting if I wasn't trying to finish &lt;em&gt;Killing God&lt;/em&gt; at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haha but playing in the rain was cool (V).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then it's detention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh I love you Miss Seah with your &lt;em&gt;beyotiful&lt;/em&gt; face that resembles a cake with too much icing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But the prefect bears an amazing resemblence to Natalia :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wrote shit for my reflections. Heck care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At the rate I'm pigging out on KFC Zinger burgers, my weight is going to catapult soon D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh wait tomorrow's Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Red Cross = Nice workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[...] I just rendered myself speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Um don't feel like posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Byebye everyone. Hello Lee Min Ho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-533019362887902602?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/533019362887902602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=533019362887902602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/533019362887902602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/533019362887902602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/10/major-historical-turning-point-yuxin.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-2010444211851781188</id><published>2009-10-26T20:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T20:44:03.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"For something that I'm not proud of... It's kind of hard to say when you ask me like this. I guess not knowing or not being able to say right now is my bad point."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hSY7LuyPfSw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hSY7LuyPfSw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMFG HIS SMILE ♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But he seemed rather nervous with the lip-biting and incessant hair-touching. His rather crooked tie is so adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fangirling is addictive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-2010444211851781188?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/2010444211851781188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=2010444211851781188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/2010444211851781188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/2010444211851781188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-something-that-im-not-proud-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-4683597372949285155</id><published>2009-10-25T18:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T19:47:27.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6n33JCAdUfo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6n33JCAdUfo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe it's better if I didn't go: I &lt;s&gt;might&lt;/s&gt; &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; do something drastic to him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's really sad to admit this but while many Singaporeans are ogling over my man at the airport, I'm stuck at home clearing my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I guess I was working some magic too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396498096385580322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hxM7flJlHJ0/SuQ2bUIiXSI/AAAAAAAAAdg/7BC3I5veHnY/s320/25102009472.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I took the above and in two hours, I turned it into...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396498107167808130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hxM7flJlHJ0/SuQ2b8TOGoI/AAAAAAAAAdo/yAFL6nBWkpM/s320/25102009477.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(In case you're wondering about the plastic container, it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; the container in which Miss Loh offered me the cake. And &lt;em&gt;yes&lt;/em&gt;, I did wash and keep it together with the fork and plate.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I AM TRYING TO COMFORT MYSELF ABOUT MY LOSS BUT IT ISN'T WORKING.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ah at least I now have a conducive environment to study in :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-4683597372949285155?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/4683597372949285155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=4683597372949285155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/4683597372949285155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/4683597372949285155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/10/maybe-its-better-if-i-didnt-go-i-might.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hxM7flJlHJ0/SuQ2bUIiXSI/AAAAAAAAAdg/7BC3I5veHnY/s72-c/25102009472.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-9204117292720335309</id><published>2009-10-24T18:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T19:11:10.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sWSfvKZVBPU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sWSfvKZVBPU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What am I doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I should be in LMH's arms,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but here I am:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gaming &amp;amp; blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gr... Watching his videos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;isn't as smoothing as I hoped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It only reminds me of what I'm missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lee Min Ho D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Where are you, Vivian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don't tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;you're &lt;em&gt;there&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Come online please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-9204117292720335309?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/9204117292720335309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=9204117292720335309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/9204117292720335309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/9204117292720335309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/10/kiss.html' title='Kiss.'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-791148359958861069</id><published>2009-10-23T17:58:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T19:24:48.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"They misunderestimate me." — George W Bush.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let's do a break-down of the subjects since I haven't gotten around to detailing my marks about them yet :D Well, let's just say that EYAs weren't that bad. They could have been better, definitely, and that's a guaranteed, but it's alright. I'm really quite thankful for my grades as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Math:&lt;/strong&gt; Let's just say that I could have nailed a 49 out of 50 if I hadn't carelessly left out all my units and forgotten to write the reasonings for the angles. And somehow I had managed to skip a question although I checked the paper for forty minutes. &lt;em&gt;I swear it has nothing to do with the fact that Miss Loh was the invigilator.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;History:&lt;/strong&gt; My inference and source-based were terrible D: Will suffice to say that I could have done better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;English:&lt;/strong&gt; My letter-writing was a tragic mess. The teacher who marked my paper isn't all that bright either. She needs to understand that not all names need to be la-di-la long. There are certain unique people (eg. me) whose full name only consists of two words. The comprehension was average I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Literature:&lt;/strong&gt; This was the greatest shock that rocked me. &lt;em&gt;I actually passed.&lt;/em&gt; And it's not a borderline pass either. It's a 3.6 which might not sound very impressive but my Lit AA was a perfect score. Full marks :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chinese:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, now that's a major disappointment. I flew through the Chinese compre but just managed a 3.6 D: My essay was &lt;em&gt;horrible&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chemistry:&lt;/strong&gt; Haha I can't say I did well, because that would be a lie but it wouldn't be true either if I said I did terribly for Chem. I did fine :) Of course I could have done much better had I been less careless and if I had bothered to actually check the paper. Let's just say that this 4.0 is going to pull up my Physics major.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Geography:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh god don't remind me -.- Ever since Geog pulled my 3.2 GPA down to a pathetic 3.0, I've always been continuously flunking it. No exception this time with my lowly 3.2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-791148359958861069?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/791148359958861069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=791148359958861069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/791148359958861069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/791148359958861069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/10/they-misunderestimate-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-5879514852264682629</id><published>2009-10-21T17:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T19:07:36.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly to Your Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;CHEMISTRY :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pfui, how could I have gotten the same marks as Carol?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haha and the huge &lt;em&gt;Careless!&lt;/em&gt; scrawled across my paper was so damn cute :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Btw that caused me 2 marks.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let's rewind to before that: Miss Loh had to cut through 101 to hand the papers to some other class and guess who she decided to walk in front of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Miss Loh gave out the PT too. Her eyes were glued to the paper as she read out our marks. Poor things practically had to knock the door down just to inform her of their presence. But of course she didn't do that when she announced my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Number 34: Four four..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Stares at me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"... three four. Total: Fifteen."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;HUMPH only 3 for my wonderful detailed explanations? &lt;em&gt;Gawd.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At least she didn't mention anything about my ugly imitation of her signature. I spelled her name wrongly and had to write over it you see -.- Haha I was one of the few to get full marks for organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I MISS HER D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-5879514852264682629?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/5879514852264682629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=5879514852264682629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/5879514852264682629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/5879514852264682629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/10/fly-to-your-heart.html' title='Fly to Your Heart'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-3274268842550798808</id><published>2009-10-19T19:20:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T20:26:18.866+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOLs :D Oh Viv.'/><title type='text'>(Mis)Adventures.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My slightly eccentric neighbours have recently taken responsibility for a large tomcat while its equally eccentric owners are away on what I presume to be their honeymoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you think that I'm thrilled given my love for those feline creatures, think again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The &lt;em&gt;thing&lt;/em&gt; aforementioned is not a round ginger furball which nuzzles at your feet lovingly, but in fact a piece of charcoal more than half a meter long. And some crazed sculptor had apparently tried to carve a miniature tiger with a squirrel tail out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Meet Bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Don't ask me about the kitty's naming process.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway my neighbour is in urgent need of some serious etiquette lessons since Bunny was screeching its head off in the corridor and snapping at the thin yarn that separated it from freedom at the unearthly hour of seven in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Although I have never had any pets other than that solitary goldfish which died tragically after 3 days, I knew enough that cats are not suitable to be kept on a leash. Much less a piece of yarn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It wasn't so surprising that my neighbour was screaming bloody murder at eleven, going "Oh no the cat. Where is the cat. Oh no the cat. Where is the cat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It turned out that the cat is worth a few thousand dollars. Needless to say, my brother was more than happy to help a damsel in distress and immediately threw down his long overdue homework, offering his help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let's just say that the search lasted 4 hours and the search party did nothing except perhaps burn a few hundred calories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My grandmother dragged my brother home for lunch. There was a few hours of peace before I stormed down to get some Coke in this unbearably hot weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Big mistake: I left the front door open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Imagine having a Coke-drinking competition with your brother only to discover a pair of emerald eyes staring at you from under your bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was up and running in no time, yelling at my neighbour dearest while my brother tried to offer the cat some candy which only suceeded in Bunny digging further under my bed. And before you could say &lt;em&gt;disgusting&lt;/em&gt;, my whole apartment was crammed with busybodies as the owners rounded up the unhappy Bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good riddance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;PS. I find the following conversation highly amusing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;tablotablo says (7:43 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ISN'T THE GUY IN MY DP AMAZINGLY KYUUUTEEE??!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Narcissistic personality and obsessive compulsive disorders (: says (7:43 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How coincidental: I was just blogging about my neighbour's horrifying cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;tablotablo says (7:44 PM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-.- horrifying though, thankfully, isn't an appropriate word to describe this particularly adorable cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Narcissistic personality and obsessive compulsive disorders (: says (7:46 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Who is he/she? The new catman/woman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;tablotablo says (7:54 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;no he's tablo from theeee most awesome band in the world (yes i know, i meant more awesome than dbsk in terms of music quality)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Narcissistic personality and obsessive compulsive disorders (: says (8:05 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uh whatever floats your boat honey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-3274268842550798808?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/3274268842550798808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=3274268842550798808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/3274268842550798808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/3274268842550798808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/10/misadventures.html' title='(Mis)Adventures.'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-5546588556631111886</id><published>2009-10-14T18:15:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T22:15:42.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say You Love Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"But love, true love, anything to match the passion you felt for me... This I could not feel. Better you should have hated me."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;object height="177" width="288"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kq_tkxWV-QY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kq_tkxWV-QY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="288" height="177"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[11:08 to 14:20 if you're short of time.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Ramin Karimloo (as Phantom), Sierra Boggess (as Christina Daae)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/strong&gt; A sequel to the initial Phantom of the Opera, the plot takes place on Coney Island in 1906, approximately a decade after the events of The Phantom of the Opera. The Phantom has travelled to Coney Island with Madame Giry and her daughter Meg. Beginning his new life in America as a freakshow attraction, he has worked his way up to a position of power and is now the successful architect of a number of Coney Island attractions. Despite his new found wealth and success he still longs for Christine and manages to arrange for her to come and sing at one of his latest attractions. Christine arrives at Coney Island along with Raoul and their son Gustave, unknowingly returning to the man she feared most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Click for more details: &lt;a href="http://www.loveneverdies.com/"&gt;x&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.ladyghost.com/phantom_sequel.html"&gt;x&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I realise I have a thing for males with dark natures. You know, like brilliant intellectuals, charismatic, sardonic and males who are flawed in some certain way. It makes them incredibly appealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Of course, I'm more than ready to fly to Shanghai if Andrew Lloyd Webber really plan to open the show there. I'm sure my relatives would be more than happy to see me after ____ years :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;However, I have an uncanny feeling that this musical is based on &lt;em&gt;The Phantom of Manhattan&lt;/em&gt;, written by Frederick Forsyth (aka the guy who claimed Gaston Leroux's original book as a mistake).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I certainly don't want to watch a young and innocent Erik stealing the worthless Christine. I hope that Webber realises that the fact that Erik is dangerous is an integral part of his character. Perhaps more important, Erik's final sacrifice which made many tear is now all a hoax. It defeats the beauty of that act if Erik tries to take Christine away again 13 years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And please God, don't involve Raoul's testicle problems or Christine's swinging her 13-year-old son about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On a more positive note, Ramin Karimloo has a nice voice to go with the composition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Too bad his dashing face is going to be covered in the musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Unless Webber read the Leroux novel and learnt that Phantom had, in fact, created a special mask which will disguise him as any normal man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The overtune's a disppointment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GERARD BUTLER as The Phantom in The Phantom of the Opera&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Prior to flashing impressive abs, and slaughtering Persians like flies, Gerard Butler was breaking hearts with his charm and killer vocals in the movie adaptation of Andrew Lloyd Webber's Broadway classic. We have to say, Butler made for the prettiest Phantom we had ever seen. It seemed a little eepey-cray having the then 18 year-old Emmy Rossum play Butler's love interest. Still, we don't hold that against the then 35 year-old actor, who managed to play a very convincing masked, opera-singing tom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gerard Bulter is named one of sexiest movie villains alongside Megan Fox :) And he is crowned runner-up for the man with hottest abs sometime ago, losing to James Bond (Can't remember which one).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-5546588556631111886?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/5546588556631111886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=5546588556631111886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/5546588556631111886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/5546588556631111886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/10/say-you-love-me.html' title='Say You Love Me.'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-4950343312548920395</id><published>2009-10-13T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T20:59:38.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot&amp;Cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Three posts a day = No life :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just a brief note to say that I've updated my blogroll and if you're not part of it, you don't exist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-4950343312548920395?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/4950343312548920395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=4950343312548920395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/4950343312548920395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/4950343312548920395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/10/hot.html' title='Hot&amp;Cold'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-6306600275350561692</id><published>2009-10-13T18:53:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T19:26:09.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Shutterflies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;WENT TO THE LIBRARY WITH XINGYUE LOVIE :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I swear the RGS culottes are way handy mainly because they match everything. Haha today's the historical milestone when I folded it twice at the waist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*Applause.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I seriously felt like a glutton next to Xingyue D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My lunch:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Zinger patty (yes without the bread and lettuce).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Medium Coke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Half cheese fries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Xingyue's lunch:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Green apple ice cream cone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Half cheese fries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After this, we went to Harris to cash in my 20% gift voucher :) I spent it on The Time Traveller's Wife which I think is about time I read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After approximately five minutes in the library, I had already gathered 7 books and Xingyue burst out laughing when I struggled to balance them. Sadist -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the end I only kept about 3 of those and lunged at the Useless Information and the Imponderables series. Xingyue and I almost wetted ourselves laughing at the fact that more than 11000 Americans hurt themselves annually trying out bizzarre sexual positions. Haha and we almost died on the spot when we learnt that a real orgasm burns 112 calories while a fake one is said to burn off 315 calories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When we finally realised that other people were disturbed by our constant laughter, we went to the rather deserted playground outside and camwhored on the hammock :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392056298789799666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hxM7flJlHJ0/StRuoqpGBvI/AAAAAAAAAc4/PwgcEzMeI_g/s320/13102009399.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392056284300971426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hxM7flJlHJ0/StRun0qsDaI/AAAAAAAAAcw/EbdoObNxQcA/s320/13102009452.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392056325618971106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hxM7flJlHJ0/StRuqOlqseI/AAAAAAAAAdI/tIk2a_Co3tQ/s320/13102009448.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haha so damn cute :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-6306600275350561692?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/6306600275350561692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-2501868271864707492</id><published>2009-10-13T13:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T13:21:54.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f1kDo5zRRAM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f1kDo5zRRAM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you don't find the above video intriguing, I don't know what is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gosh my mind is swirling with all the information on Empress Tzu Hsi which I crammed into myself this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-2501868271864707492?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/2501868271864707492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=2501868271864707492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/2501868271864707492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lmun5PO54VE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; What are the chances of Miss Loh invigilating us for Math?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;HL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is so coincidental that I wonder if it's fate :) Haha the Math paper was easy and I finished half an hour early which is good because I get to observe Miss Loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We switched invigilators half-way through :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Contrary to popular belief, I did not get distracted by Miss Loh's pacing about beside me. In fact, I think her presence only spurred me on to actually check my freaking paper, something which I didn't even do for the PSLEs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Did I mention she almost smacked my face when she collected my paper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had to dodge her elbow :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And gosh, there's only me and her online.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-504444541906544260?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/504444541906544260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=504444541906544260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/504444541906544260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/504444541906544260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/10/tell-me.html' title='Tell Me'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-3061149656548636652</id><published>2009-10-10T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T22:15:26.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like That (Ah)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FnSbpPXlmvo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FnSbpPXlmvo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nevermind about the missing theme, Ashley's hot o.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-3061149656548636652?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/3061149656548636652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=3061149656548636652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/3061149656548636652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/3061149656548636652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-like-that-ah.html' title='I Like That (Ah)'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-6352042540332784333</id><published>2009-10-10T19:45:00.041+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T20:37:55.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He Said She Said</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stella:&lt;/strong&gt; changed blogg, LINK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stella:&lt;/strong&gt; add me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Um sure, whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUi Lin:&lt;/strong&gt; Bounce nice. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Haha but the last level was rather dismal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥Priya;:&lt;/strong&gt; You like you teacher? o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hui Lin:&lt;/strong&gt; You want LMH to hug you? ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hui Lin:&lt;/strong&gt; Haha, and it said it does not understand your question of Miss Loh liking you. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hui Lin:&lt;/strong&gt; anyway, thanks for helping me today,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hui Lin:&lt;/strong&gt; YOU RAWK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;No problems dear :) Haha you're so cute: "Internal battle of acids and bases."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xiaoyun:&lt;/strong&gt; hahah the guru damm weird XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Actually I think he's very reliable :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$1:&lt;/strong&gt; oh that fortune tell ion ggenius is damn funny lo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$1:&lt;/strong&gt; you know you ask a question, then you can control the answers by refreshing the page over and over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$1:&lt;/strong&gt; until you get the answer you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$1:&lt;/strong&gt; for e.g.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$1:&lt;/strong&gt; i ask: is my friend eating now??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$1:&lt;/strong&gt; answer :Yes, but only at the 13th of each month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$1:&lt;/strong&gt; me: diaoz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Gosh your friend will starve :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anabelle:&lt;/strong&gt; senior's senior? :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anabelle:&lt;/strong&gt; oh n we had a really great cle session with ms loh 2day! (: (: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Stop rubbing it in! I want to be in 108 too D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YL:&lt;/strong&gt; lemme guess, it's you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Who else :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xmx:&lt;/strong&gt; haha. the fortune teller genius's definitely SO genius...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xmx:&lt;/strong&gt; ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xmx:&lt;/strong&gt; Lucky u. SO good at English n LIt. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Um thanks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xiaoyun:&lt;/strong&gt; when did mrs teo say that your project was good? :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;During the poetry group project, she told me personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YL:&lt;/strong&gt; during the poem writing groupie thing, mrs teo went group 2 group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yups :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hui Lin:&lt;/strong&gt; :D I am not innocent luhs! You are! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Of course I am :D Vivian, don't you agree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xingyue:&lt;/strong&gt; actually if i didnt see wrongly i think ms low's eyes looks weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xingyue:&lt;/strong&gt; and she don't really look that pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Um okay lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivian:&lt;/strong&gt; are you sure? that Ris woman's got the looks. She looks pretty normal to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivian:&lt;/strong&gt; And god, her english. Complete fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;BOOMZ :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hui Lin:&lt;/strong&gt; You are prettier than her luhs. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hui Lin:&lt;/strong&gt; And of course, your abstract english far surpassed her in many ways. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Haha I'm so flattered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xiaoyun:&lt;/strong&gt; something BOOMZ. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xiaoyun:&lt;/strong&gt; i agree with vivian. where is she pretty gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Haiyo okay lah. Those pictures are airbrushed o.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;elisha:&lt;/strong&gt; yeah she isn't pretty at all lor. and her teeth are EWW omg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;elisha:&lt;/strong&gt; 'because it's ME!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Zebra prints :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anabelle:&lt;/strong&gt; she doesn't even haf e looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anabelle:&lt;/strong&gt; ohoh i've totally memorised her speech kays coz' it's so horrible it's etched deep in my mind. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;BOOMZ :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;elisha:&lt;/strong&gt; BOOMZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;elisha:&lt;/strong&gt; gosh she's a disgrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Exactly with the credit card fraud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hui Lin:&lt;/strong&gt; Jiayou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hui Lin:&lt;/strong&gt; Stay on there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hui Lin:&lt;/strong&gt; :D Don't give up/sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Haha I got proficient :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hui Lin:&lt;/strong&gt; was that the pic you were trying to show me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Haha yes :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;person :):&lt;/strong&gt; who is GOD NATALIA? What did he/she do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Um may I know who this is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xiaoyun:&lt;/strong&gt; hahahah so cute heh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I told Vivian that but she don't trust me :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hui Lin:&lt;/strong&gt; Haha, I shall FORCE you to MUG (: . But how leh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hui Lin:&lt;/strong&gt; Aha, I tell Miss Loh, and then she will scold you WITHOUT DIGRESSION (: .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hui Lin:&lt;/strong&gt; Mwahahaha, I am so brillant~! Yvonne~~(":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hui Lin:&lt;/strong&gt; Random nia. xD Amd look at the time of the tag. 12.04AM ~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Miss Loh wouldn't believe you one :) She trusts me so much she don't mind me not doing her homework :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hui Lin:&lt;/strong&gt; I feel like bawling my eyes out, but I have no tears --- That is SO true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I miss her already D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRACEY the one and only:&lt;/strong&gt; omgg Ms Loh obsession..hmm i shall tell ms loh your blog URL and ask her to come visit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You. Wouldn't. Dare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xingyue:&lt;/strong&gt; you're awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Haha heard that Vivian?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hui Lin:&lt;/strong&gt; I wonder what you will be likie next year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'll be awesome :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think I've unintentionally dao-ed many people D:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-6352042540332784333?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/6352042540332784333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=6352042540332784333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/6352042540332784333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/6352042540332784333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/10/he-said-she-said.html' title='He Said She Said'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-2913702009599900580</id><published>2009-10-06T16:57:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T18:23:05.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Spin My Head Right Round</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday was the last Chemistry lesson with Miss Loh D:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She wanted us to go into groups and answer one another's queries. Okay, I'm usually not a fan of such work since I mostly end up getting pissed off, but anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm pretty sure it wasn't my imagination that Miss Loh made it a point to stand beside me whenever she communicated with my group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;CASE 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; She stood beside me when she addressed the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;CASE 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; She handed me the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;CASE 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; She crouched beside me when asking for my group's progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;CASE 4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; She stood between me and Cassandra when Yisi asked a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;CASE 5:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; She crossed to my other side when Maanasa and Thiru asked something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;CASE 6:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; She stared thoughtfully at me when I asked if I can go to the restroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;CASE 7:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; She was standing at my spot when I went off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;CASE 8:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; She handed me the Bluetack, but Isabel took it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;CASE 9:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; She looked at me more than she looked at Cassandra when Cass was asking her something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;CASE 10:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; She stood beside me always :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At one point, I was particularly drowned out since nobody was listening to me. I just hugged my knees and stared into space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Miss Loh apparently noticed that I was exceptionally quiet and waved her slab of Bluetack she was fingering with: "Hurry up. Time's almost up. Write your questions down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I almost died on the spot and I was only revived after the groupwork ended. Long story short: Vivian and I misunderstood each other's question and explanations with Maanasa and Thiru looking on. Apparently I was agitated and started jumping up and down until Miss Loh came and stood beside me, she broke into the conversation after a pause, explaining that there are two answers to the question with mine being the cheem-er one which not everyone can understand :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Triumphant, I yelled across to Vivian and Miss Loh went: "Settle personal disputes at the side please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We then went into the corner and argued until Miss Loh chased us out for her next class :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I forced Vivian to stay back during lunch to wait for Miss Loh's other class to end :) Thank heavens Miss Loh caught us doing something &lt;em&gt;natural&lt;/em&gt; instead of pacing about in front of the dark classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Miss Loh briefly glanced at Vivian, then her gaze fell on me. I swear she slowed down, staring at me all the while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Her:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Whao, strolling ah? [Looks into the empty classroom.] Oh lunch izzit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss Chemistry already D:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-2913702009599900580?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/2913702009599900580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=2913702009599900580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/2913702009599900580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-3954565789556955357?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/3954565789556955357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=3954565789556955357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/3954565789556955357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/3954565789556955357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/10/teardrops-on-my-guitar.html' title='Teardrops on my Guitar'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-1254692125096392648</id><published>2009-10-03T23:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T23:45:27.571+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Um no I don&apos;t mug.'/><title type='text'>I've Become So Numb</title><content type='html'>Haha, I just watched a failed but funny MJ imitation on TV :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-1254692125096392648?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/1254692125096392648/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-6470032462587391601</id><published>2009-10-01T18:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T23:06:52.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blackberry VS Apple</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;object height="177" width="288"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VPB_kach5Lk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VPB_kach5Lk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="288" height="177"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;object height="177" width="288"&gt;&lt;param 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♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P&amp;amp;C was _____ (fill in the blank).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mrs Wong is one of those slow elderly &lt;s&gt;and boring&lt;/s&gt; teachers you can't bear to hate because she's too nice. Haha Yisi was styling Vivian's hair during Mrs Wong's mundane lesson on taking care of our clothes and it was ridiculously funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hxM7flJlHJ0/Sr9tdb6I6_I/AAAAAAAAAcY/k-ydyptuJ0c/s1600-h/Geisha+Vivy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386144031833648114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hxM7flJlHJ0/Sr9tdb6I6_I/AAAAAAAAAcY/k-ydyptuJ0c/s320/Geisha+Vivy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vivian got Zhang Ziyi running for her kimino no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And OMG I just realised that Vivian has a white collar which basically signifies that she's a proper geisha who has had her &lt;em&gt;mizu-age&lt;/em&gt; already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Translation: If she's really a geisha, she would have lost her virginity some time ago :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let's just say I've got better things to do on a Saturday morning than picking up trash from the East Coast. You wouldn't &lt;em&gt;believe&lt;/em&gt; how many cigerette buds and glass splinters there are scattered among the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And a pervert was staring at me and Vivian when we went over to 102 to return them their weighing scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hxM7flJlHJ0/Sr9yj0mQnnI/AAAAAAAAAcg/BGWYI2ENdRw/s1600-h/The+New+Mermaid..JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386149639098506866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hxM7flJlHJ0/Sr9yj0mQnnI/AAAAAAAAAcg/BGWYI2ENdRw/s320/The+New+Mermaid..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haha but for this picture it was worth it :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-3824908517312997289?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/3824908517312997289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=3824908517312997289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/3824908517312997289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/3824908517312997289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/09/abracadabra-d.html' title='Abracadabra'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hxM7flJlHJ0/Sr9tdb6I6_I/AAAAAAAAAcY/k-ydyptuJ0c/s72-c/Geisha+Vivy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-5564844523071760152</id><published>2009-09-25T17:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T17:35:44.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Come?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Story in a nutshell: I accidentally copied some crap into my blog template and my skin's totally screwed D: D: D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is the result of my sleeping only four hours the previous night due to insomnia and nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*headache*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Gah. I must finish my philosophy journal by 6.30 no matter what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My eyelids are already drooping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shall continue this next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-5564844523071760152?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/5564844523071760152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=5564844523071760152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/5564844523071760152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/5564844523071760152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-come.html' title='How Come?'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-8239318499466603564</id><published>2009-09-20T21:06:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:06:38.999+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phantom on Okto at 10 :)'/><title type='text'>Beauty in the Eyes of the Beholder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss Singapore—Ris Low [FAIL]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5F74FZfdSJY&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5F74FZfdSJY&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gosh, she needs to learn some standard English, speak properly, stop being so arrogant and "yeah-I'm-me-I'm-so-special-and-unique." I thought our nation got someone too mediocre to represent our country as Miss Singapore. Sure, she's got the looks, but on the outlook of her personality and intellectual capabilities, she's got to be the most ignominious thing that's happened to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You know what, I love leopard prints too! I'm studying Health Science. The most naughty thing I've worn is bikini and jeans and strut down Orchard Road. I don't really care, because I'm me! It shouts me! I'm special! I love South Africa!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeah we know you're really atypical and unorthodox. You know, animals need to be killed off just to obtain those prints you're so fond of. And of all things about South Africa, you choose to notice apparel designs. What about poverty? What about Zimbabwe? What about the plight of the people there—doesn't it touch your heart and clutch painfully at your conscience to see the hardship of the people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wonder why you even got the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Because you know, I'd rather have brain than beauty for Miss Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And Ris Low can further mislead people like Meng Xue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-8239318499466603564?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/8239318499466603564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=8239318499466603564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/8239318499466603564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/8239318499466603564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/09/beauty-in-eyes-of-beholder.html' title='Beauty in the Eyes of the Beholder'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-7495228306149935385</id><published>2009-09-16T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T22:09:31.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>La La Land</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Miss Loh was talking about some retard who held the test tube with her bare hands and kept going &lt;em&gt;It's hot it's hot&lt;/em&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Guess who was that? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-7495228306149935385?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/7495228306149935385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=7495228306149935385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/7495228306149935385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/7495228306149935385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/09/la-la-land.html' title='La La Land'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-5396941042552939910</id><published>2009-09-15T20:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T21:27:51.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll Be Together</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"They're not wearing goggles."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My astute observation was greeted by a glare from Vivian as Miss Loh lectured Maanasa and her yet again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don't get me wrong. I wasn't fishing around for compliments about my sharp eyes and quick wit. I was simply breaking the long and awkward stare between Miss Loh and yours truly while Vivian scurried around for her test tube holder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;SHE. IS. SO. CUTE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was just shaking the bottle of litmus paper while waiting for Huilin dear to get the distilled water when Miss Loh came. She moved Huilin's chair and stood beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Then she left without a word :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But Miss Loh came back and explained to HL and I about the first experiment. She returned during the next experiment and praised us for our wonderfully chalky limewater. Of course I was the one who so skilfully made sure that the carbon dioxide was forced into the limewater :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For the third experiment, HL and I moved to Vivian's bench since the wind was annoyingly strong at our bench. All four of us were having difficulty preventing the hydrogen from diffusing from the test tube and lighting up the splinter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Then Miss Loh came to our rescue :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well okay, not exactly. She asked me to pass her my test tube and wanted to demonstrate. She failed, but my mind was clouded by our earlier finger contact that resulted from her snatching the solution from my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;HL and I moved back to our bench to clean up after Miss Loh left. Halfway through the washing, HL realised that we ran out of distilled water and went to take another bottle, leaving me holding a bunch of test tubes and boiling tubes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was basically wondering if I would accidentally create an atomic bomb by pouring all the acids and substances together when I was patted on the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"You can clean up after you're done."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I swear Miss Loh's hand had seared through my shirt and scarred my back :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-5396941042552939910?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/5396941042552939910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=5396941042552939910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/5396941042552939910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/5396941042552939910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/09/well-be-together.html' title='We&apos;ll Be Together'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-2455024115544215780</id><published>2009-09-14T22:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T22:29:29.485+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I might like her after all.'/><title type='text'>Open Your Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;MRS TEO SAID MY LITERATURE POETRY PROJECT WAS BRILLIANT :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-2455024115544215780?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/2455024115544215780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=2455024115544215780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/2455024115544215780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/2455024115544215780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/09/open-your-heart.html' title='Open Your Heart'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-1965083873792362781</id><published>2009-09-13T17:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T17:54:14.139+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[This is the cue for someone to call the mental ward :D]'/><title type='text'>Mirror Mirror On The Wall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, I was just going to try and get some new ingredients for my dishes in Restaurant City when I saw an interesting new application on Facebook: The Fortune Teller Genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Getting impatient with my fruitless hunt in Restaurant, I clicked on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Question:&lt;/strong&gt; Am I awesome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Answer:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, no doubt! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My suspicions about the accuracy of the quiz were immediately gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Question:&lt;/strong&gt; Does Miss Loh like me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Answer:&lt;/strong&gt; Honestly, I don't understand the question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sighing at the ugly portrait of the guru with his bright orange headband, I decided to make myself clearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Question:&lt;/strong&gt; Am I one of Miss Loh's favourite students?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Answer:&lt;/strong&gt; What do you think? I think go ahead!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Needless to say, I'm pleased :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Question:&lt;/strong&gt; Is this accurate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Answer:&lt;/strong&gt; Of course!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This thing sure is confident&lt;/em&gt;, I thought to myself as my fingers flew across the keyboard at the next million-dollar question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Question:&lt;/strong&gt; Will I get to hug Lee Min Ho when he comes to Singapore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Answer:&lt;/strong&gt; It's complicated. But you have a positive answer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;YEEEEEEEEEEEEE!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-1965083873792362781?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/1965083873792362781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=1965083873792362781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/1965083873792362781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/1965083873792362781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/09/mirror-mirror-on-wall.html' title='Mirror Mirror On The Wall'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-4928344429721616963</id><published>2009-09-13T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T17:06:38.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're So Close Yet So Far</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lee Min Ho will be making a trip to our little island sometime in October to attend the opening ceremony for the Etude House’s second outlet at Ion Orchard which I pass everyday on my way to school :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-4928344429721616963?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/4928344429721616963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=4928344429721616963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/4928344429721616963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/4928344429721616963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/09/were-so-close-yet-so-far-its-tearing-me.html' title='We&apos;re So Close Yet So Far'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-2325626978664870701</id><published>2009-09-11T19:51:00.038+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T20:45:01.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're The Light That Makes My Darkness Disappear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Contrary to a certain friend's belief, I do not reply tags on my blog because doing so is very "in," but because of a previous incident when someone proclaimed my non-existent love for a jerk on my tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And we all know how easy it is to slip under an anonymous name online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xmx:&lt;/strong&gt; They did! For the finale! Absolutely Everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xmx:&lt;/strong&gt; TO xy. I most definitely agree with fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You know I don't do the ACES workout -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HuiLin:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, you did squeal. Quote: "Oh M___! She's so pweety!!" Get what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HuiLin:&lt;/strong&gt; Haha, I do that over yvonne lim too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'm suffering from selective memory loss :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xingyue:&lt;/strong&gt; hey i cannot remember i actually tag those here leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xingyue:&lt;/strong&gt; wtf? my memory damn lousy le&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xingyue:&lt;/strong&gt; oh crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xingyue:&lt;/strong&gt; my oral finally over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xingyue:&lt;/strong&gt; but then i was runing to the toilet after it cos, i feel nauseous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;God, don't remind me. I spoke too fast for my oral D: D: D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hui Lin:&lt;/strong&gt; You always take back your words. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hey! I keep all my promises okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xmx:&lt;/strong&gt; ur cbox really small! Hard to read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xmx:&lt;/strong&gt; but cutemessage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xmx:&lt;/strong&gt; diao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xmx:&lt;/strong&gt; i mean but cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Erm okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hui Lin:&lt;/strong&gt; OMG OMG you are so dead when she sees your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hui Lin:&lt;/strong&gt; i mean IF SHE SEES. Like somebody go leak info again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;She. Won't. Dare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rachel.S:&lt;/strong&gt; YO Yu Xin. What would happen if Ms Loh came across you blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rachel.S:&lt;/strong&gt; XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Erm... I'll die? But I don't mind :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivian:&lt;/strong&gt; No words can capture Jae's perfection (: and well, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivian:&lt;/strong&gt; Btw, the part about me having fun comparing heights with Ms Loh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivian:&lt;/strong&gt; You forgot to add that I was at least 10cm taller (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivian:&lt;/strong&gt; Yay me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;No comments -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rachel.S:&lt;/strong&gt; Nah, I just became more attentive during chem and did better for wksheets and stuff.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Haha, you should :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isabel:&lt;/strong&gt; You're so freaking cute (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Of course I am :D &lt;s&gt;Actually, I'm quite egoistic too.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nicole!♥:&lt;/strong&gt; heyys link me! and yeap. ur uber cutee! Ms Loh rocks! :lol:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nicole!♥:&lt;/strong&gt; ohh yeahh i LOVE my f u c k s too! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nicole!♥:&lt;/strong&gt; okayys so M___ is finally out! yaye! she soo ugly! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I might be over her now, but I still think she's prettier than your... You-know-who :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xmx:&lt;/strong&gt; U should rename e blog A Ms Lol's Maniac Blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xmx:&lt;/strong&gt; oops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xmx:&lt;/strong&gt; typo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xmx:&lt;/strong&gt; i mean Ms Loh's Manaic Blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xmx:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xmx:&lt;/strong&gt; U r so gonna kill me now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xmx:&lt;/strong&gt; come on Monday la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xmx:&lt;/strong&gt; n lend me ur disc!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xmx:&lt;/strong&gt; D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xmx:&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Humph. You spelt her name wrongly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hui Lin:&lt;/strong&gt; Uhh, actually i agree with your friend. You should rename your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hui Lin:&lt;/strong&gt; But not to that namne, should be "Cool Chem!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hui Lin:&lt;/strong&gt; :D That sounds less direct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Gosh, that sounds so nerd o.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥Priya;:&lt;/strong&gt; Hey love ;D Come to rulang on mon yeah (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I went back, didn't I :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivian:&lt;/strong&gt; relink, dear (: Jaejoong *faint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Relinked :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xingyue:&lt;/strong&gt; ha! go facebook n see ur photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I DEMAND YOU TO REMOVE THOSE RIGHT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Out of all pictures, you want to post one of me before I had liberty over what I wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nicole!♥:&lt;/strong&gt; helloo im stupid sia .. if i dun wan ppl to noe my url (some ppl oni, euu noe wat i mean rite?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nicole!♥:&lt;/strong&gt; den yeahh NVM dun ned link me lor! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nicole!♥:&lt;/strong&gt; thanks 4 removing those tags of mine last time!~ cheeeers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Haha, now they know already :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tracey:&lt;/strong&gt; I am seriously scared YuXin. you are a total stalker...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Talk about the pot calling the kettle black...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;elisha:&lt;/strong&gt; you ah... :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hehe :) Me what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hui Lin:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, she is a terrible stalker. I AM SCARED OF YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Correction: I'm a brilliant student who happens to be a master at the art of stealth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;elisha:&lt;/strong&gt; you ponned today right? ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Erm... About that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xmx:&lt;/strong&gt; ashley's new album rocks! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xmx:&lt;/strong&gt; gonna post bout it too mayb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xmx:&lt;/strong&gt; oo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Th-Th-This beat is melodic&lt;br /&gt;Harmonic, got me striking poses&lt;br /&gt;I get up on it, electronically feeling so fresh&lt;br /&gt;It's so erotic my body's like a cyclone&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a puppet, can't stop it&lt;br /&gt;Dropping like a stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Crank It Up XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rachel.S:&lt;/strong&gt; 'Lo Yu Xin :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;'Lo Rachel :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nicole!♥:&lt;/strong&gt; they noe my url lerhs. euu noe who right? o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nicole!♥:&lt;/strong&gt; heyys btw rite, how do euu make ur cnox liddat ehhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nicole!♥:&lt;/strong&gt; srsly curios so pls tell me yeahh, dear pebble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nicole!♥:&lt;/strong&gt; I AM SO DAMN FUCKING PISSED AS WELL OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I AM SO DAMN FUCKING PISSED AS WELL OKAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;elisha:&lt;/strong&gt; jiayou next year, both of you (: you CANNOT giveup okay (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Since they have no sense of fairness, I've already given up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hui Lin:&lt;/strong&gt; OMG that quiz is nice! Gonna do it. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Everything I do is nice :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xiaoyun:&lt;/strong&gt; lol omg nice quiz! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Haha thanks :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hui Lin:&lt;/strong&gt; Didnt see you online lehs. You went to China? Prob not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hui Lin:&lt;/strong&gt; OMG you should listen to My Happiness 《我的快樂》. Nice and touching. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;GAH. I DID NOT GO TO CHINA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-2325626978664870701?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/2325626978664870701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=2325626978664870701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/2325626978664870701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/2325626978664870701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/09/youre-light-that-makes-my-darkness.html' title='You&apos;re The Light That Makes My Darkness Disappear'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-1391346524700715889</id><published>2009-09-10T17:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T23:31:25.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day We Met Was Like A Hit &amp; Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Because my mind is too algebraically crippled to post properly:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I completed every level of Bounce (aka the cutest game made) on my phone :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Reread my yellowed copy of Anne Frank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I learnt that if you hang your handphone and is forced to remove the batteries to revive it, you would have unintentionally added some cool transition effects when you switch between applications :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bonded with my brother while attempting to break the Guinness World Records by making the longest paperclip chain together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;FELL IN LOVEEE WITH PHANTOM AGAIN ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That pretty much sums up my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-1391346524700715889?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/1391346524700715889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=1391346524700715889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/1391346524700715889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/1391346524700715889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-we-met-was-like-hit-run.html' title='The Day We Met Was Like A Hit &amp; Run'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-1920436422496065642</id><published>2009-09-08T19:50:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T20:27:00.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Without You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#55b0ef;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:40;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MIA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gosh, it's just wrong to imprison a thirteen-year-old in a madhouse with no connection to the outer world other than the handy telephone for a whole week. And did I mention being cooped up with a little guy who thinks he's God's gift to women?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This holiday is turning worse by the second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, I was on the phone with her yesterday. It's always good to talk to your seniors' senior :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-1920436422496065642?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/1920436422496065642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=1920436422496065642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/1920436422496065642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/1920436422496065642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/09/me-without-you.html' title='Me Without You'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-8712264026118972030</id><published>2009-09-04T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T22:53:50.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melancholy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY OH WHY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You can't just leave me to die can you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tell me this is simply a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Come on, reply :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I swear I wouldn't tell anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-8712264026118972030?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/8712264026118972030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=8712264026118972030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/8712264026118972030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/8712264026118972030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/09/melancholy.html' title='Melancholy'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-1346137350917028789</id><published>2009-09-04T18:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T19:04:20.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About U Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If I was Aurora, I would have fallen into a hundred-year slumber in needlework today D: D: D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But no, I didn't prick myself with a spindle or any needle, I jammed part of my flesh from my nail using a safety pin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh the irony. Yup, names can be deceiving. Just because an object has a name with the word &lt;em&gt;safety&lt;/em&gt; in it doesn't necessarily mean it's incapable of mutating somebody's perfect nail. And it's not like I injured myself with the sharp point of the pin, I pricked myself with the fat rounded end &gt;.&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. Put your iTunes/Napster/Zune Player/WinAmp/etc on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. Tag 10 or more friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Switch—Ashley Tisdale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Huh. Guess it’s not okay. Switch it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Because I’m Stupid—SS501&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I guess the guy must be willing to wait for me while I chase after my various obsessions :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lucky—Ashily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How ironic. Besides my throbbing finger, may I add that Miss Loh was not in school today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don’t Touch (The Zoom Song)—Ashley Tisdale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This isn’t making any sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last Christmas—Ashley Tisdale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Erm no, my motto doesn’t have anything to do with sending any guy my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Stranger—Hilary Duff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey. That’s not nice :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Acting Out—Ashley Tisdale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been waiting just to drive you crazy&lt;br /&gt;Now it's my time and yes it feels amazing&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left of what you've seen before&lt;br /&gt;Life's too short just to do what you're told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haha, I’m not that rebellious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We’ll Be Together—Ashley Tisdale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haha, I guess I do have nice friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Crank It Up—Ashley Tisdale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;WTH?! Yeah, I’ve yet to learn my 123s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pokerface—Lady Gaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I guess I keep some things to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What If—Ashley Tisdale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What if I need you baby?&lt;br /&gt;Would you even try to save me?&lt;br /&gt;Or would you find some lame excuse&lt;br /&gt;To never be true&lt;br /&gt;What if I said I loved you?&lt;br /&gt;Would you be the one to run to?&lt;br /&gt;Or would you watch me walk away&lt;br /&gt;Without a fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I would never confess anything to Miss Loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He Said, She Said—Ashley Tisdale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Right. My life is all about hooking up in pubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It’s Alright, It’s Okay—Ashley Tisdale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think I’m already quite feminist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tell Me Lies—Ashley Tisdale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Man, that’s sad :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Like Whao—Aly &amp;amp; Aj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think my parents would kill me if I ever keep them on tetherhooks, much less on a roller coaster ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just Dance—Lady Gaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don’t want to be a drunken bride dancing my husband dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How Do You Love Someone—Ashley Tisdale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thankfully, my parents aren’t separated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Over It—Ashley Tisdale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It would be a sad life if spying on my boyfriend’s affair becomes my hobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thankfully I’m single :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Masquerade—Ashley Tisdale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;LOLs. Quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Starlight Tears—Kim Yoo Kyun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Very true. First sensible answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;HOW WILL YOU DIE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Break the Ice—Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Erm no, I’ll die before I even attempt to do anything remotely like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Reach Out—Hilary Duff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I’ve never touched any guy yet -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The One That Got Away—Lil Eddie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;OMFG. Worse answer ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mirotic—DBSK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;OMFG. Worse answer ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do You Know—Someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will promise&lt;br /&gt;That our hands will always be together&lt;br /&gt;Such a happy feeling&lt;br /&gt;Such a blinding fate&lt;br /&gt;Let's get drunk in the scent of love forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aw :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What Dreams Are Made Of—Hilary Duff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Erm right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not Like That—Ashley Tisdale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I guess being liked for the wrong reason is better not being loved at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So Much For You—Ashley Tisdale&lt;br /&gt;I guess I’ll do anything for Miss Loh and volunteer myself as the Chem rep :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hot Mess—Ashley Tisdale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I’ll tell you what hurts: my bloody finger D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;About You Now—Miranda Cosgrove&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-1346137350917028789?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/1346137350917028789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=1346137350917028789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/1346137350917028789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/1346137350917028789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/09/with-love.html' title='About U Now'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-3271936854485545330</id><published>2009-09-02T16:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T17:14:30.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crank It Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I’ve decided this morning that the literature alternative assessment is more important than running around in the afternoon sun and getting yelled at :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My afternoon, in review:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Green apple ice-blended from Sweetie :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Running my phone flat playing Guilty Pleasure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Restaurant City level up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nothing like chocolate to remedy a headache!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;MSN ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Coming to think of it, I've yet to touch my poetry project or my philosophy journal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-3271936854485545330?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/3271936854485545330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=3271936854485545330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/3271936854485545330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/3271936854485545330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/09/crank-it-up.html' title='Crank It Up'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-1655587001760791423</id><published>2009-08-31T21:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T21:35:10.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acting Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some people need to learn how to differentiate between a mutual exchange and flirting. They need to know that saying hi to your ex-classmate doesn’t necessarily mean that you’re flirting unless there’s some acting-cute, hair-tossing, leg-baring, cleavage-flaunting and a fair amount of eyelash-batting involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don’t know why I even bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Go on, make up some stupid story about how guys are simply &lt;em&gt;begging&lt;/em&gt; you to befriend them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;OMG—"...make up some stupid story..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ASHLEY TISDALE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Did I mention I accidentally cracked my Guilty Pleasure?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Poor Ashley Tisdale… Her poor album cover suffered a cruel fate under my butt :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My current display name if anyone cares:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ♥ Masquerade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My current personal message:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Some people need to know that what worked on Angelina Jolie must not necerssarily work on them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-1655587001760791423?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/1655587001760791423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=1655587001760791423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/1655587001760791423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/1655587001760791423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/08/acting-out.html' title='Acting Out'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-35706939158184494</id><published>2009-08-29T21:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T20:45:48.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty Pleasure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hxM7flJlHJ0/SpkyGOPNZFI/AAAAAAAAAcA/vl-u4f79pxw/s1600-h/AshleyTisdale+GuiltyPleasure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375382712725890130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hxM7flJlHJ0/SpkyGOPNZFI/AAAAAAAAAcA/vl-u4f79pxw/s320/AshleyTisdale+GuiltyPleasure.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just squandered 20 bucks on Ashley Tisdale's Guilty Pleasure :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't care what the critics say. I think this album's so much better than Headstrong, although I have to admit some songs are obvious attempts at ripping Britney.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-35706939158184494?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/35706939158184494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=35706939158184494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/35706939158184494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/35706939158184494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/08/crank-it-up.html' title='Guilty Pleasure'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hxM7flJlHJ0/SpkyGOPNZFI/AAAAAAAAAcA/vl-u4f79pxw/s72-c/AshleyTisdale+GuiltyPleasure.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-4823894944718528720</id><published>2009-08-27T17:31:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T15:15:46.741+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Going 2 iron the thing now.'/><title type='text'>Erase &amp; Rewind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are out of this world I'm sure of it&lt;br /&gt;A crazy intuition&lt;br /&gt;You're up and on&lt;br /&gt;You're here than gone, come back&lt;br /&gt;A curious condition&lt;br /&gt;And then you switch right over&lt;br /&gt;It's weird, yeah I know but&lt;br /&gt;Just can't get a hold of myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;—Switch (Ashley Tisdale)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yesterday: Chemistry.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Miss Loh called on Carol and me to do the chemical equations, but I doubt it's because she feels some extra affection for us. I guess Carol and I had been talking a little too much -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Luckily for me, I got the question that was on the Powerpoint slides and simply went forward to copy down the answers. Poor Carol stood at the whiteboard, marker posed and unsure of what to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When we were done, Miss Loh praised that my answer was correct. Just when she was about to go through the question, Navitha turned around and asked me how I did it. I flashed her the slides and Miss Loh went, "If you have your own method, it's okay. You can stick to it, but please listen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;CUTENESS~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After a few minutes of scribbling on my worksheet, I overheard dear Vivian gossiping about my dedication to Chemistry. Agitated, I took one look at Miss Loh's turned back and immediately threatened Viv in my serious voice: "Vivian, I heard that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The class burst out laughing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today: Chemistry.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Still feeling rather dizzy about the &lt;em&gt;hugz&lt;/em&gt; Miss Loh MSN-ed me the previous night, I remained silent for most of the lesson. I liked her shirt :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Halfway through the lesson, Miss Loh was going around the class checking our work which I was apparently too lazy to do after Red Cross yesterday. Alas! I had talked too much again and she pried my paper from under my arm: "Haiyo. Never do ah." :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Towards the end of the lesson, I accidentally lost one of Deangee's spectacle hooks I borrowed yesterday and it sent Carol and I in a frantic search which distracted Miss Loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quote her: "What is going on there? Treasure hurt issit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Recess&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Followed Miss Loh all the way back from Popular to the 104 classroom. Called her, but the pouring rain drowned my voice :( Vivian had a fun time comparing heights behind her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;English&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mrs Teo wanted us to make an attempt at writing our own poems and the title was &lt;em&gt;I love...&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss Loh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Can ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Capture her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Perfection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everyone enjoyed my poem and Mrs Teo should be over the moon that there's a budding poet in her class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Before I forget, it's Be Yourself Day tomorrow and we're supposed to dress as our childhood ambitions. We forced Mrs Teo to wear the Red Cross uniform just for the sheer fun of it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And since we're both the same size, she's going to wear my uniform. Haha, imagine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-4823894944718528720?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/4823894944718528720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=4823894944718528720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/4823894944718528720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/4823894944718528720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/08/overrated.html' title='Erase &amp; Rewind'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-7609992971380523609</id><published>2009-08-24T16:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T17:49:29.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Gave Me Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Miss Loh MSN-ed me twice last weekend and even sent me a studio-recorded song her students dedicated to her :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P.S. I just saw the cutest blog ever—&lt;a href="http://mymilktoof.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://mymilktoof.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-7609992971380523609?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/7609992971380523609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=7609992971380523609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/7609992971380523609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/7609992971380523609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-gave-me-life.html' title='You Gave Me Life'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-6570479058589101716</id><published>2009-08-22T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T23:17:18.575+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s so heartbreaking when he cries...'/><title type='text'>Because I'm Stupid.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hxM7flJlHJ0/SpAL3f-9tKI/AAAAAAAAAbw/rWfFJlRDXjg/s1600-h/HAWT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372807403559302306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hxM7flJlHJ0/SpAL3f-9tKI/AAAAAAAAAbw/rWfFJlRDXjg/s320/HAWT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay. I take back my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;LEE MIN HO'S UBER HOT &gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-6570479058589101716?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/6570479058589101716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=6570479058589101716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/6570479058589101716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/6570479058589101716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/08/because-im-stupid.html' title='Because I&apos;m Stupid.'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hxM7flJlHJ0/SpAL3f-9tKI/AAAAAAAAAbw/rWfFJlRDXjg/s72-c/HAWT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-7165810317288496219</id><published>2009-08-22T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T10:42:52.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>U Drive Me Out of My Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm 80% mentally unstable.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[x] You have screamed at an inanimate object for “hurting you.” &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;— Hehe. How could such a perfect being like me ever be in the fault?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[x] You have ran into a glass/screen door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[ ] You have jumped out of a moving vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[x] You have thought of something funny and laughed, ending up with people giving you weird looks. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;— Happens quite often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[x] You have run into a tree/bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[ ] You have been called a blond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total: 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[ ] You know that it is possible to lick your elbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[x] You just tried to lick your elbow. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;— Somehow, I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[x] You never knew that the Alphabet and Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star had the same melody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[x] You just sang them to make sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[x] You have tripped on your own feet and fallen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[x] You have choked on your own spit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total: 9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[ ] You have seen the Matrix and still don't get it. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;— What's that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[ ] You type with three fingers or less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[ ] You have accidentally caught something on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[ ] You tried to drink out of a straw, but it went into your nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[ ] You have caught yourself drooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total: 9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[x] You have fallen asleep in class. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;— GEO &amp;amp; LIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[x] Sometimes you just stop thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[x] Sometimes when you are telling a story and you just forget what you are talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[x] People often shake their heads and walk away from you. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;— For some inexplicit reason, this happens very often. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[ ] You are often told to use your “inside voice.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total: 13&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[ ] You use your fingers to do simple math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[ ] You have eaten a bug accidentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[x] You are taking this test when you should be doing something more important. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;— Homework can wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[x] You have put your clothes on backwards or inside out, and didn't realize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[x] You have looked all over for something and realized it was in your hand/pocket the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total: 16&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[ ] You have posted bulletins because you are scared of what they say will happen if you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[ ] You break a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[x] You tilt your head when you're confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[x] You have fallen out of your chair before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[ ] When you're lying in bed, you try to find pictures in the texture on the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[x] The word "um" is used frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[ ] You don't know what "um" means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[x] You say "what" and "huh" a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[ ] You plan to use a calculator to multiply your score for this bulletin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Total: 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Take your total, multiply by 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;20 x 4 = 80%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Put the title as : I'm ___% mentally unstable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-7165810317288496219?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/7165810317288496219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=7165810317288496219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/7165810317288496219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/7165810317288496219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/08/u-drive-me-out-of-my-mind.html' title='U Drive Me Out of My Mind'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-4721621723814843414</id><published>2009-08-20T19:30:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T20:58:31.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm feeling pretty down in the dumps now, and to use a more drastic term of description, it's totally shit, since I'm like sneezing non-stop accompanied with a horrible vomiting sensation that kind of floats around in my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I must say I felt much better now compared to the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The SAs are over and if this was primary school, I would be turning the music to full blast and gaming late into the night. But no, we still have friggin' geography and aesthetics tomorrow :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUiLIn:&lt;/strong&gt; -.- You are ignoring them now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUiLIn:&lt;/strong&gt; Omg, i cant believe it, a few months ago you were squealing over them. -.- And now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hm... I once squealed over them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;elisha:&lt;/strong&gt; haha yes totally. she was super cute today (: im not obsessing anw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;elisha:&lt;/strong&gt; eh you haven't submitted the sana thing?? deadline's over already lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;THE DEADLINE'S NOT OVER. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xmx:&lt;/strong&gt; Wat did i say gd luck for??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xmx:&lt;/strong&gt; ur posts are really interesting though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xmx:&lt;/strong&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xmx:&lt;/strong&gt; Chionging PT now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xmx:&lt;/strong&gt; English Oral Thing is ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xmx:&lt;/strong&gt; Weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Haha :) I fabricated a great tale on how Miss Loh inspired me to study good English. Ironic no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xingyue:&lt;/strong&gt; omg. tons of unreplied tags. Nobody tag me de :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xingyue:&lt;/strong&gt; LOL. You bite kengsoon just to let him show you msgs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xingyue:&lt;/strong&gt; Mengxue is soooo heartbroken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xingyue:&lt;/strong&gt; but maybe she want bite him also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xingyue:&lt;/strong&gt; then that will be called love bite:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xingyue:&lt;/strong&gt; oops. thinking sick again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Lol. When are you ever &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; thinking sick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anabelle:&lt;/strong&gt; hmph. i'm still not happy... u seem 2 b luckier than i am. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Do I look like I actually care? But yes, I'm luckier than you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUiLIn:&lt;/strong&gt; (: That girl's pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Are you refering to Sunye or Yeeun? Or both?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xiaoyun:&lt;/strong&gt; yay!(: wondergirls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I want nobody nobody but her :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUiLIn:&lt;/strong&gt; Lol. The cake's nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUiLIn:&lt;/strong&gt; *?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUiLIn:&lt;/strong&gt; Bet it is to you. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Haha. I still have the container and the fork. The paper plate's in perfectly good condition too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xiaoyun:&lt;/strong&gt; hahahha dun be paranoid. suejean is probably mugger type who always ask her qns thats why lol(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Probably so... But guess what? Suejean says that Miss Loh keeps mentioning 101 :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUiLIn:&lt;/strong&gt; What kind of interpretation is that?! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;OMFG. Are you saying it's not true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xiaoyun:&lt;/strong&gt; my interpretation. can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mine too :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUiLIn:&lt;/strong&gt; lLol. Hey Fishy, the ongs rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUiLIn:&lt;/strong&gt; And of course it brings back some memories! It was played every ACES day during my primary school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUiLIn:&lt;/strong&gt; *Lol. *song sorry, i was typing with one hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It was played during the 2006 National Parade and my school performed :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xiaoyun:&lt;/strong&gt; omg really?(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I guess so. I like our ACES songs more :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivian:&lt;/strong&gt; wtf! excuse me? I am NOT under the impression that Thomson dude is the reincarnation of Jaejoong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivian:&lt;/strong&gt; i mean seriously, Jaejoong looks like a god, and JJ.T? omg he looks like Ainstein's brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivian:&lt;/strong&gt; omg i just read through the tag replies, and saw my tag "WE GOT MARRIED :D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivian:&lt;/strong&gt; made me think of Hyun Joong in the studio. I know, he was freaking hilarious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivian:&lt;/strong&gt; Let's kiss "ahh~~" HAHAHAHAS. Hwang Bo so CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hwang Bo's expression after looking at the score = Priceless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xmx:&lt;/strong&gt; definitely!!!! It's so funny! VOR right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xmx:&lt;/strong&gt; still nv link me 1... TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xmx:&lt;/strong&gt; y does ms LOL use xiao tao zi as her display name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xmx:&lt;/strong&gt; o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xmx:&lt;/strong&gt; lks like ur life sucks too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;What exactly do you find funny? And btw, we didn't use that song for ACES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUiLIn:&lt;/strong&gt; What happened to DBSK anyway? Why is Vivi sad? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUiLIn:&lt;/strong&gt; Is it that there are rumors of them going to disband soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUiLIn:&lt;/strong&gt; *curious*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Not interested -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUiLIn:&lt;/strong&gt; Congrats?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUiLIn:&lt;/strong&gt; for the smile award?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Thank you ^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUiLIn:&lt;/strong&gt; Cheer up and chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUiLIn:&lt;/strong&gt; Your friend sucks btw. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUiLIn:&lt;/strong&gt; how can she just say something like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yeah, Ciwei how could you? Thankfully Miss Loh's still acting fairly normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xingyue:&lt;/strong&gt; ya lor; fishy rawks! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xingyue:&lt;/strong&gt; ppl who have ugly crushes and bad taste in guy sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;HELLO?! I'm like suffering an emotional crisis and you only care about making people jealous? She's so not worth the effort man -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivian:&lt;/strong&gt; GOSH YUXIN. YOU'RE NOT CONSOLING THE FAR-WORSE ONE OVER HERE, AND POST ABOUT FREAKING MS LOH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivian:&lt;/strong&gt; -.- i'm very very annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hey! I MSN-ed you during ICT and didn't even noticed that Miss Loh was online okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;elisha:&lt;/strong&gt; what happened to her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Not sure, but at least she's back :) Her voice's still a bit husky yesterday though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xiaoyun:&lt;/strong&gt; poor miss loh ): she should be back tmr right?(: oh is there even chem tmr?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Um, apparently she recovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;elisha:&lt;/strong&gt; say no ): dont want chem xD want to slack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;elisha:&lt;/strong&gt; or mug :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'm sure you meant that you want extra time to practise footdrills -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ciwei:&lt;/strong&gt; SHE IS HOT. i mean hilary lar&gt;.&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Baby you can be tough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Say enough is enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You can even be blunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Just do it with love love love love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;HILARY :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just realised that I didn't prepare anything for my apron tomorrow. Argh, Mrs Wong looks nice though. Hopefully...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-4721621723814843414?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/4721621723814843414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=4721621723814843414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/4721621723814843414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/4721621723814843414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/08/with-love.html' title='With Love.'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-4664551390353091612</id><published>2009-08-17T21:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T21:57:48.322+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I might just forgive Ciwei.'/><title type='text'>My Life Would Suck Without U</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;HER:&lt;/span&gt; What's the eletronic config of nitrogen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; Um... [Stares back blankly.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;HER:&lt;/span&gt; Hello?! You should know this by now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haha. Miss Loh's thankfully acting normal around me. It's good to know that she doesn't think of me as some phycho stalker. However, she doesn't seem to be doing so good, if her ruthless coughing and extremely husky voice are any indication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Being the saint as usual, she told Tracey about her illness in private and requested her to handle the class tomorrow. Can she get any nicer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Poor thing ): Get well soon okay. 101 misses you lots!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-4664551390353091612?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/4664551390353091612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=4664551390353091612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/4664551390353091612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/4664551390353091612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-life-would-suck-without-u.html' title='My Life Would Suck Without U'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-5261137860243640283</id><published>2009-08-14T19:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T13:24:19.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's No Kindness in Your Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MyShkaAwbR8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MyShkaAwbR8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hilary's hot here o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This reminds me of those days when I was crazy over Lizzie McGuire. At any rate, it's better than the crappy Hannah Montana crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-5261137860243640283?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/5261137860243640283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=5261137860243640283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/5261137860243640283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/5261137860243640283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/08/theres-no-kindness-in-your-eyes.html' title='There&apos;s No Kindness in Your Eyes'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-1557196438062258617</id><published>2009-08-13T16:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T17:14:25.153+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Argh... I stammered through my Chem presentation on Wednesday :('/><title type='text'>The One That Got Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;During ICT yesterday, I was suffering yet another onset of a severe case of abdominal distress, canteen vendor's revenge, or food poisoning, or whatever you call it. Apparently things got so bad that I simply shut down the computer and bolt off to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After fifteen minutes, my stomach was emptied and I was late for CLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Obviously worried since Mrs Teo isn't the forgiving breed, I was frantically adjusting my belt (stupid thing keeps hiking up my waist) and rushing down the stairs near the koi pond. After smoothening out my pinafore pleats, I looked up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[Cue: Angels starts singing.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;MISS LOH :D :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was unsure of what to do and fervently hoping that she didn't spot me with my handphone during my earlier attempts at photographing her while she ate. To my relief, she smiled. She smiled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;HER:&lt;/span&gt; Why aren't you in the classroom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; Um... I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;HER:&lt;/span&gt; Nevermind. Bye bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh yes, she gave out the topical quizes too. She was like &lt;em&gt;Good but not good&lt;/em&gt; with my paper. Haha, she thinks I'm capable of better results XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-1557196438062258617?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/1557196438062258617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=1557196438062258617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/1557196438062258617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/1557196438062258617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-that-got-away.html' title='The One That Got Away'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-5950470045150904809</id><published>2009-08-08T19:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T19:44:44.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solar System VS Pudding: Round 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haha, I think Vivian and I are made out for script-writing :) Hey film-makers, read this yeah? We go at S$20 million per script.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Vivy! says (7:04 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey omfg is Rutherford’s full name ERNEST RUTHERFORD?&lt;br /&gt;omfg it is&lt;br /&gt;omfggg! hahas i rule (: cause the dude i’m doing is the teacher of your dude! ahaha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Hell yeah! says (7:04 PM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I know -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But JJ sounds stuckup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Vivy! says (7:05 PM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;no! omfg that totally insulted Jaejoong -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Hell yeah! says (7:05 PM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Thomson wasn't that interested in these new ideas, but Bohr had an open mind."&lt;br /&gt;Translation: "Oh yeah I rule the world! Why need new theories when you have the pudding?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Vivy! says (7:06 PM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;LOLS hahas Plum Pudding! i think it sounds cute *hmph*&lt;br /&gt;but hey, without my dude, your dude wouldn’t have accomplished whatever he’s accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Hell yeah! says (7:07 PM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And without my dude, JJ would still be eating some pudding -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Vivy! says (7:07 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Hell yeah! says (7:08 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Vivy! says (7:08 PM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;err nooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Hell yeah! says (7:09 PM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Hohum, me thinks pudding would nice. Ah... Plum pudding, my fave!" -turns to waiter- "Did you know I invented the plum pudding model?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Vivy! says (7:09 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello? my dude discovered the crap when he was teaching your dude, which equals to - your dude leart all his stuff from my dude&lt;br /&gt;erm are you serious that he said that? it’s not even in correct grammar -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Hell yeah! says (7:10 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which equals to my poor guy suffering years under some pompous asshole who wouldn't admit he's wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Vivy! says (7:10 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait no, i’m CERTAIN he didn’t say that -.-&lt;br /&gt;NO?! he wasn’t wrong. he used the freaking plum pudding thing to DESCRIBE it. i mean seriously, not even I, who’s been learning chem for like what? a month? thinks that the freaking thing is made from plum and pudding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Hell yeah! says (7:11 PM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You think an atom's made of plum and pudding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Vivy! says (7:12 PM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;no i dont!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Hell yeah! says (7:12 PM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That's what you said yourself -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Vivy! says (7:13 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said: not even i, who’s been learning chem for like only a month, think that an atom is made from plum and pudding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Hell yeah! says (7:13 PM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;See?&lt;br /&gt;Point proven&lt;br /&gt;I rest my case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Vivy! says (7:15 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- -.- -.- i’m speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Hell yeah! says (7:15 PM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;RUTHERFORD WINS (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vivian's under the illusion that JaeJoong is the reincarnation of JJ Thomson simply because they share the same initials... Basically she just admitted that her husband's some guy who loves his pudding a little too much in his pervious life :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-5950470045150904809?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/5950470045150904809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=5950470045150904809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/5950470045150904809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/5950470045150904809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/08/solar-system-vs-pudding-round-1.html' title='Solar System VS Pudding: Round 1'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-6917237607788191823</id><published>2009-08-07T18:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T18:50:51.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Absolutely Everybody</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PbcTClDD-WU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PbcTClDD-WU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey ex-Rulangnites, this song brings out some memories no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everybody needs a hand to hold,&lt;br /&gt;Someone to cling to&lt;br /&gt;When the nights are getting cold.&lt;br /&gt;I’m no different,&lt;br /&gt;I am just the same,&lt;br /&gt;A player in the game.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-6917237607788191823?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/6917237607788191823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=6917237607788191823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/6917237607788191823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/6917237607788191823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/08/absolutely-everybody.html' title='Absolutely Everybody'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-4396598578590753131</id><published>2009-08-04T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T21:35:35.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break The Ice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes I think I go too far, in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The actual reason why I haven't lost all of it is because of well, luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think it may be time to start being in full control of my wrath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't exactly bother to sheath my fury when I am enraged, so I open the most lethal orifice located on me to utter words that are extremely blunt. It's not like I do it unreasonably and without rationale, but sometimes, I thought things weren't on the right track. But then again, whether matters go correctly is a rather subjective term in itself. I think it's time to realise that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;BETTER NOT LET HER GET THE BETTER OF ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So yeah, someone from 108 gave Miss Loh a slice of ice-cream cake in lieu of their class bdae during Chemistry. You know, 108... 10th of August? Anyway, Miss Loh was obviously feeling awkward to actually scoff the cake in front of the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She offered the cake to Yisi who had the luck to sit right under her nose. Yisi was apparently too bashful to have it among the 36 of us and politely refused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Just pass it to someone who wants it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For some inexplicit reason, the cake was passed straight to my desk. Is my obession with her so entirely public?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Of course it would be lying to say that I didn't want the cake and with Miss Loh staring at me, how could I say no? I blinked and looked at Miss Loh until she went, &lt;em&gt;Nevermind. Just eat it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The rest as they say, is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh oh, Miss Loh smiled at me when she passed me in the corridor :) While I'm happy that she actually acknowledged me when talking with another student, I find it awfully weird that she's always with Sue Jean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Not that I'm jealous or anything...&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-4396598578590753131?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/4396598578590753131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=4396598578590753131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/4396598578590753131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/4396598578590753131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/08/break-ice.html' title='Break The Ice.'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-6311740427735442947</id><published>2009-08-03T18:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T20:42:20.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Hot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I like Sun Ye and Ye Eun ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QZBn1e9pr2Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;fmt=18"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QZBn1e9pr2Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's really hard to believe that these girls are only 16 to 20 years old. They could really pass off as 25 with their moves and bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sun Ye danced the best and Ye Eun looked simply amazing at the end when she hit the high notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NqjuvPZ1ISo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;;fmt=18"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NqjuvPZ1ISo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This version's just plain weird... Ah well, you have to give them credit for trying :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-6311740427735442947?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/6311740427735442947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=6311740427735442947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/6311740427735442947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/6311740427735442947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-hot.html' title='So Hot'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-4627346451339621012</id><published>2009-07-31T18:21:00.046+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T21:29:28.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand By Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whoops. I realised during this period of time, I have dao-ed many people who stopped by to tag. The rationale behind such an action is a rather abysmal excuse, telling you I've been down in the dumps these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh well, my jovial visage in school evidently does an excellent job of concealing my easily enraged side of me. But then again, I've flared up in school too, at one of my ex-classmates, in which I do feel guilty for and hence hereby apologise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, I'm going to reply my tags now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUiLIn:&lt;/strong&gt; Hey Fishy! The previous craze is over, now is the LEE MIN HO craze? Oh god, this is so unlike you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUiLIn:&lt;/strong&gt; Btw, that show was awesome. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUiLIn:&lt;/strong&gt; As in the Boys Before Flowers. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Maybe if I had bothered to reply a month ago, I’ll say it’s freaking awesome. But I guess I only watch it for Lee Min Ho now :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xingyue:&lt;/strong&gt; ARE YOU MAD OR WHAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xingyue:&lt;/strong&gt; 883 PHOTOS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xingyue:&lt;/strong&gt; YOU ARE DAMN WERID LEH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xingyue:&lt;/strong&gt; SERIOUSLY HOR, I RATHER READ COMICS OR WATCH TV THAN DO THIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xingyue:&lt;/strong&gt; btw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xingyue:&lt;/strong&gt; what is the webpage for the SANA thingy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The things I do for love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anabelle:&lt;/strong&gt; hey i'm so pissed by tat sana thing lar. i think i jus submitted 4 out of 5 entries of alysia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anabelle:&lt;/strong&gt; btw... e website's www. sana.org.sg/badgeproject&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Haha. You are too kind. Why not do for me also?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Priya.:&lt;/strong&gt; I finished watching th whole show ): Emooooooo. Anyway, why are you feeling miserable? :0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hm… I forgot… Hahas, consequences of laziness -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIONA:DD:&lt;/strong&gt; AHAHAHAHAHA,I STILL THINK HYUN JOONG IS CUTER:D HAHAHAH ANYWAY LUCAS TILL IS THE BEST:D LOL HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIONA:DD:&lt;/strong&gt; I'M SO HYPERR:B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Lol. Lee Min Ho is way better man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Priya.:&lt;/strong&gt; Ohhh because of his mother he HAD to ignore Jandi. Otherwise his mother said something like she would hurt Jandi ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Priya.:&lt;/strong&gt; Stupid evil Jun Pyo's mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Truthfully, the story is rather unrealistic. Especially the part about Jun Pyo’s mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUIEN:&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAHHAA JUNPYO IS SO HAWT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Of course, but remember: he’s mine :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivian:&lt;/strong&gt; FISHY! I'm finally BACK! :D MIN HO AND KIM BUM ~~ and Minho's answer to that question was really cute xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Tell me anything about him that isn't cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xingyue:&lt;/strong&gt; ANABELLE! if you are reading this also tell me my badge ID please cos i forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It’s good to know my blog’s so interesting -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivian:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm dyingggg. Save mehh. JAEJOONG~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I’m dyingggg. Save mehh. MISS LOH~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Priya.:&lt;/strong&gt; :D It's MIN HO'S BDAY ;DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yups :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivian:&lt;/strong&gt; MINHO'S BDAY! :D You know, I actually celebrated Jaejoong's bday 12 DAYS LATE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivian:&lt;/strong&gt; Cause I totally forgot about it. *sobs* I'm sorry, Joongie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivian:&lt;/strong&gt; omfg. I think I like MinHo more than Kim Bum now. *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivian:&lt;/strong&gt; but nvm the best couple in BBF is, without a doubt, Yijung and Gaeul! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I am no doubt more faithful than you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xingyue:&lt;/strong&gt; heyheyhey. You forgot my tummy ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You want me to post some grandmother story about your stomach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jarrett:&lt;/strong&gt; Dont u get it? "muscle aches are caused by prolonged periods"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;No comments -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivian:&lt;/strong&gt; WE GOT MARRIED! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Haha, you make us sound like lesbos! But Hyun Joong is hilarious in that studio episode :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUiLIn:&lt;/strong&gt; Hey. What's Avator about? Oh yeah, I saw your previous obsession on the bus and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUiLIn:&lt;/strong&gt; SHE WAS SITTING BEHIND ME. At least she was sitting and I was standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUiLIn:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh yeah, your posts are interesting to read. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hm… Can’t care less about her now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;name Ci Wei:&lt;/strong&gt; message OMG WANNA GO SANA AGAIN?! o.0 we'll go orchard next time.(: i still got 3 pages of stickers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ci Wei:&lt;/strong&gt; oops.. haha.. stupid mistake i did there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Tell me about it -.- And no, I’m not going ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$:&lt;/strong&gt; i wonder how mrs chan knew our class blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$:&lt;/strong&gt; and fish, you realise there is a link to your blog that states'yuxin' and leads here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$:&lt;/strong&gt; and now oyu putting that post umm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$:&lt;/strong&gt; you better remove the link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It’s not Mrs Chan, it’s an imposer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xingyue:&lt;/strong&gt; HEY&gt; THATS IS SO NOT MRS CHAN LOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yeah, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xmx:&lt;/strong&gt; haha... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xmx:&lt;/strong&gt; gd luck fish. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Looks like I don't need it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$1&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; how can you be so sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$1&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; unless you put lo(which is not true, probably?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$1&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; but hwo cares since everyone thinks it is true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Well, Xingyue dug out the IP code address.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xingyue:&lt;/strong&gt; i go inside info. That mrs chan messgae is written by dany who have got nothing better to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Man, he's lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anabelle:&lt;/strong&gt; heyhey! looks like yr sana flag day wasn't as bad as e metta thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;HELLO?! I WAS FREAKING CHASED BY A FREAKING DOG FOR THE FREAKING METTA EVENT. Speaking of SANA, I’ve yet to do that questionnaire thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUiLIn:&lt;/strong&gt; Visit my blog @ choco-awesome-huilin.blogspot.com . Thanks. Oh yeah, why are you so touched by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUiLIn:&lt;/strong&gt; ... a smile from Miss Loh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUiLIn:&lt;/strong&gt; You have to count how many words miss loh said to you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Lol. Yes, it’s not like my previous obsession spoke a word to me -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xiaoyun:&lt;/strong&gt; omg u crazy obessed-over-msloh girl! lol yeah she's nice but you dont have to count how many WORDS she said to you! hahahah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Humph, I thought you liked her too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;elisha:&lt;/strong&gt; hahah you're becoming obsessed with ms loh (: whatever happened to your previous obsession?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Nah, she’s not worth my while :) Plus I have enough love to go around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xiaoyun:&lt;/strong&gt; omg wth okayokay so ms loh has NATURAL BEAUTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;She’s perfection :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUiLIn:&lt;/strong&gt; Hey. Where's the approximately 20 words spoken by Miss Loh today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Haha, too lazy to post. Moreover, she didn’t say anything really fun that day… :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;elisha:&lt;/strong&gt; haha the approximately 20 words to tell you to turn around and LISTEN TO HER hahaha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;NO! I WAS LISTENING! Carol and I were just arguing whether Miss Loh’s mistake in saying the Roman numeral for 8 as XII is retarded, but it’s just plain cute :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anabelle:&lt;/strong&gt; omigod. u COUNT e no. of words she says 2 u??! u r... SRSLY GAGA over her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anabelle:&lt;/strong&gt; wat did ms loh find out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I’m your biggest fan&lt;br /&gt;I'll follow you until you love me&lt;br /&gt;Papa-paparazzi&lt;br /&gt;Baby there's no other superstar&lt;br /&gt;You know that I'll be your&lt;br /&gt;Papa-paparazzi&lt;br /&gt;LADY GAGA :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUiLIn:&lt;/strong&gt; Omg try drilling and coaxing her into telling the source of info. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I think she saw my dad during the SPM. Not really sure :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xmx:&lt;/strong&gt; of course u bite. like when u nearly bite ks to show u e msg... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yups :) And someone's heartbroken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;elisha:&lt;/strong&gt; haha what did she know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Tell ya in school ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUiLIn:&lt;/strong&gt; See how good mrs ang is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUiLIn:&lt;/strong&gt; She make space for you leh. &gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;OH MAN SHE’S MEAN. AND BORING. ARGH, HOW CAN YOU POSSIBLY LIKE HER? MISS LOH IS WAY BETTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xingyue:&lt;/strong&gt; WHAT THE HECK HOT MESS AM I IN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You're not in a hot mess, just in love ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUiLIn:&lt;/strong&gt; You really squealed! I heard you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUiLIn:&lt;/strong&gt; but i doubt she heard you. She didnt show any reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUiLIn:&lt;/strong&gt; Is that a good or a bad thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hm… She doesn’t look like she heard… HOPEFULLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anabelle:&lt;/strong&gt; hmph. i'm very bu shuang now. HOW COME YOU HAVE SO MUCH FATE WITH HER UNFAIRUNFAIR... D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Where got, she just smiled at me. That’s all, cause she needs to pee urgently or something -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HuiLin:&lt;/strong&gt; Relink. Sorry, to trouble you. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HuiLin:&lt;/strong&gt; yay! You relinked! Yu Xin rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;No problem, my dearie :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HuiLin:&lt;/strong&gt; OMGOMGOMGOMG. I am shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I know! When she told me that, I was like :O :O :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;elisha:&lt;/strong&gt; omg?! she likes hyung bin?? o.O ahahahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Young @ heart :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xiaoyun:&lt;/strong&gt; ewwww omg. xiao tao zi some more :X this is wrong. so wrong. mrs julie hoo might fire her lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xiaoyun:&lt;/strong&gt; *okay being prejudiced with my theory that teachers should not be like THIS* XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xiaoyun:&lt;/strong&gt; an old bachelorette XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;OLD? SHE’S ONLY THIRTY TOPS. MY GOD, I’M OFFENDED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HuiLin:&lt;/strong&gt; yeah, i stared at the screen for 2 h and still cant find anything wrong with my PT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HuiLin:&lt;/strong&gt; -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Haha, I haven't even started... GEOGRAPHY SUCKS MAJOR D: D: D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;elisha&lt;3:&lt;/strong&gt; yeah totally i dont know what to elaborte on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;elisha&lt;3:&lt;/strong&gt; and yet she still ask me to EXPLAIN MOTE and then no space alrd what D:&lt; &lt;strong&gt;elisha&lt;3:&lt;/strong&gt; *more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;elisha&lt;3:&lt;/strong&gt; yu xin you should have come today! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I know :( Amazingly, I still care for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes I think it's better to keep an active diary than an online blog. You get to pour your heart and soul out on paper, who wouldn't, like Anne frank says, chastise you for being utterly insolent/insane/rude or for simply prattling on about someone or something you are discontented with. Which is fine with me, since it's so convenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whereas on an online webpage, you get visitors who read the things you write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some utilise it to start off a completely false, uncorroborated rumour and spread word around even, some misinterpret it and you have to go all around to explain and elaborate whoever/whatever you were refering to. Others just get livid and they pointedly accuse you of ruining them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Argh, whatever it is, I promise to never ever confide in an online blog already. That explains the small sniplets I'm posting recently as opposed to my la-di-la posts last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not unless this blog is made private for my eyes only. But if so, what is the point of keeping an online weblog? The essence of it is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Therefore I say, blogs are really paradoxical in some sense, especially for the fact that it's nicknamed "online journal." Snort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-4627346451339621012?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/4627346451339621012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=4627346451339621012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/4627346451339621012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/4627346451339621012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/07/whoops.html' title='Stand By Me'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-132553829194847499</id><published>2009-07-31T16:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T16:59:33.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just realised that staring at the computer screen for 2 hours, wondering what to do for your Geography PT is a complete utter waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I mean, I could be playing now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But anyway, I've gotten myself a High Distinction in the NSW Science paper after getting distinctions for four years :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-132553829194847499?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/132553829194847499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=132553829194847499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/132553829194847499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/132553829194847499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/07/ugh.html' title='Ugh.'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-7624437227881231322</id><published>2009-07-30T20:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T20:16:59.699+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='But Hyun Bin is younger than Miss Loh o.O'/><title type='text'>So Much 4 U</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why &lt;em&gt;yes&lt;/em&gt;, people. I &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; have a proper informal MSN conversation with Miss Loh yesterday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I mean, c'mon. what's so shocking about that? She &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; our teacher. And I even have proof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Presenting... a short segment of my already short conversation with Miss Loh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;小桃子 says (8:51 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;serious ?&lt;br /&gt;what is so nice abt [Korean guys]?&lt;br /&gt;but i must confess... i like hyung bin&lt;br /&gt;hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hell yes! says (8:52 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Who is tat -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;小桃子 says (8:52 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;actor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hell yes! says (8:52 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, do you know Lee Min Ho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;小桃子 says (8:52 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who is that?&lt;br /&gt;singer or actor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hell yes! says (8:52 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;Actor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;小桃子 says (8:52 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hey .. dun play play &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;LOL. You always know something's terribly wrong when your Chemistry teacher knows more about K-pop culture than you do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-7624437227881231322?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/7624437227881231322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=7624437227881231322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/7624437227881231322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/7624437227881231322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-much-4-u.html' title='So Much 4 U'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-1837740645663244994</id><published>2009-07-27T18:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T20:03:51.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Touch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on."—Henry Ellis.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Madness, how am I going to finish all this crap? Chemistry PT is still giving me a headache and I hadn't even touched the Geography one. Plus that algebra worksheet. We're not stupid man. We understand okay? Why make us drag through this just to show that we understood our Math?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I almost got &lt;em&gt;My Sister's Keeper&lt;/em&gt; confiscated today. Yes, I just squandered my cash when my savings for the term hit three digits, then some History relief teacher threatens to add it to her private bookshelf and I have to degrade myself by apologising a million times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To top it all off: Miss Loh was absent today :( :( :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-1837740645663244994?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/1837740645663244994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=1837740645663244994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/1837740645663244994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/1837740645663244994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-much-for-u.html' title='Don&apos;t Touch'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-3646567436554996044</id><published>2009-07-24T18:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T18:34:17.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty pleasures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're such a hot mess,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're such a hot mess,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're such a hot mess, with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;New and improved Hot Mess lyrics dedicated to Xingyue :) Get your free copy now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-3646567436554996044?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/3646567436554996044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=3646567436554996044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/3646567436554996044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/3646567436554996044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/07/guilty-pleasures.html' title='Guilty pleasures'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-7362611285254896765</id><published>2009-07-23T17:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T18:07:06.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Murderous Math :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mrs Ang almost died from pure joy when I volunteered to do a question today. I swear, she was chasing people away to make space for me -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have I really been &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; inattentive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haha. I'm off to do my Math :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-7362611285254896765?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/7362611285254896765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=7362611285254896765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/7362611285254896765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/7362611285254896765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/07/murderous-math.html' title='Murderous Math :)'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-4958224754940424150</id><published>2009-07-21T10:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T20:57:11.659+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carol didn&apos;t even touch the thing -.-'/><title type='text'>Nobody Nobody But Her *Clap Clap*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They say that emotions are complicated stuff. They lie somewhere beyond mere words: they're the intangible, an exultation in things vaguely apprehended and something which emerges out of their own form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well... I can write down my feelings in three letters: ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know they're not exactly letters, but the point is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;HOW DID MISS LOH KNOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When your Chemistry teacher knows more about your family than some of your pseudo-friends, you just know something's wrong. Especially when she decides to keep her sources secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But anyway, I'm happy I didn't crack the testube today :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-4958224754940424150?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/4958224754940424150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=4958224754940424150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/4958224754940424150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/4958224754940424150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/07/nobody-nobody-but-you-clap-clap.html' title='Nobody Nobody But Her *Clap Clap*'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-4733872538200847762</id><published>2009-07-19T15:51:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T17:48:09.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Narcissist.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My humdrum life of scholastic slavery's getting into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Eat breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Eat lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Game (yay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Eat dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Watch TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And that's my fun-filled schedule for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haha, I found a cute quiz from Huilin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAIR... you had/used...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[ ] Straightener&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[ ] Curling iron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[ ] Mousse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[x] Hairspray &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;— Lol. For chinese dance -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[x] Gel &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;— Ditto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[ ] Other sprays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[x] Bobbypins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[x] Round barrel brush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[x] Blow dryer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[x] Mirror &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;— What do you think?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[ ] Dyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[ ] Highlights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[ ] Check your hair at least once every hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[ ] Hate it when people touch your hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total: 6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EYES... you had/used...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[x] Black eyeliner &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;— I didn't exactly put it on. After fifteen minutes and many tears with the teacher, she gave up on fully applying my eyeliner. Haiz... The things I did for my primary school CCA :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[ ] Other color eyeliner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[x] Eye shadow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[x] Mascara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[ ] Fake eyelashes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[ ] Eyelash curler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[x] Eye shimmer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[ ] Colored contacts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[ ] Stunner shades &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[x] Eye makeup remover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[x] Refrain from touching your eyes because of your makeup &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;— No way am I going to sit there and let some woman mar my wonderful face again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[x] Try to avoid from getting your makeup smudged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total so far: 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIPS/TEETH... you had/used...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[x] Clear lip gloss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[x] Red or pink lip gloss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[x] Lip stick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[ ] Chap stick &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[ ] Lip plumper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[ ] Electric toothbrush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[ ] Teeth whitener&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[ ] Lip liner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[ ] More than 15 lipglosses &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(Now that would be bimb.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[x] Toothpaste &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;— Brushing my teeth's a display of vanity?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[x] Mouthwash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[x] Reapply your lipgloss/lipstick frequently &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;— It just comes off and I have to apply it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[x] Take you at least 5-10 mins to get your lip gloss perfect &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;— I'm sure you would figet quite a bit with your teacher staring cross-eyed at your mouth, armed with a sticky-tipped spear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total so far: 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COMPLEXION/FACE... you had/used...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[x] Blush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[x] Moisturizer &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;— The Beijing tourguide freaked us out with her story of What Would Happen If You Don't Apply Moisturizer in Beijing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[x] Face wash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[ ] Bronzer &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(Haha. I'm tanned enough as it is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[x] Makeup remover &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;— Do you really expect me to parade around in that awful stage makeup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[ ] Face wipes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[x] Powder &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;— Do you mean the makeup foundation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[x] Concealer &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;— The makeup artist did't find my mole sexy -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[ ] Tweezers &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total so far: 24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NAILS... you had/used...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[ ] Nail polish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[x] Nail file&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[x] Nail clipper &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;— What? You expect me to bite them short?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[ ] Nail buffer &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[ ] Cuticle remover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[ ] Nail hardener &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(Aren't all nails already hard?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[ ] Nail brush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[ ] Fake nails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[ ] Nail scissors &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[ ] Hate it when your nail polish chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total so far: 26&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clothes... you had/used...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[ ] Take you 30 minutes or more to pick out an outfit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[x] Almost never like your outfit &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;— Most of my stuff are tacky T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[x] Hate it when you spill something on your shirt &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;— Don't tell me you find curry stains fashionable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[x] Obsessed with what people think &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;— Really, who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[ ] Hate it when you can't find shoes to match &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(Black flats and white school shoes match everything.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overall total: 29&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm 29% vain :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uh, no. I had never applied any makeup willingly in my whole life and there are certain people I could mention who would comb themselves bald at the rate they touch their hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;However, there are some who don't even have to do anything to look cute and adorable. Case #1: Miss Loh :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-4733872538200847762?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/4733872538200847762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=4733872538200847762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/4733872538200847762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/4733872538200847762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-dreams-are-made-of.html' title='The Narcissist.'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-7492335732357870188</id><published>2009-07-16T17:05:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T16:37:02.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven is a Place on Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are sitting on the toilet with a stomach ache of such severity that you wonder if you had accidentally swallowed the chemicals during the science practical earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In your pain, your gaze drifted to the numerous campaign posters on the door of the stall and noticed a cartoon sketching of a ducky wincing in pain. Ah! Someone in the same plight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You feel much better until you saw a photo of a picturesque girl looking at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Man she's so photogenic! &lt;em&gt;You think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You proceed to stare at the poster. Suddenly, the girl's sugar smile curled into a smirk. You wonder for a fleeting moment if anyone could shit gracefully.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh yes, we had the practical portion of our Chemistry performance task done. It was really quite simple :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It just happened that the whole class was colour-blind and all wrote iodine as metallic silver in colour instead of purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Sometimes I feel that my life revolves around Chemistry lessons :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-7492335732357870188?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/7492335732357870188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-6129286430379735389</id><published>2009-07-15T21:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T21:50:23.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CUTENESS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anabelle says (9:38 PM):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sry msn got problem&lt;br /&gt;n den i told her tat&lt;br /&gt;there was a girl ( u ) frm 101 tat idolises her.&lt;br /&gt;then she started zilianing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Anabelle says (9:39 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"woah you make me sound like some superstar"&lt;br /&gt;"but not that i think about it i do have the makings of a superstar"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Miss Loh, you are the most talented person I've ever seen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not to mention the cutest :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-6129286430379735389?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/6129286430379735389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=6129286430379735389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/6129286430379735389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/6129286430379735389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/07/cuteness.html' title='CUTENESS!'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-9181561820511267614</id><published>2009-07-15T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T16:36:42.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsession.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Miss Loh said exactly 51 words to me today :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-9181561820511267614?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/9181561820511267614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=9181561820511267614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/9181561820511267614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/9181561820511267614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/07/obsession.html' title='Obsession.'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-5950245127478061859</id><published>2009-07-11T20:12:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T20:18:37.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything is beautiful. I'm so happy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;—Lucky, by Ashily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;MISS LOH SMILED AT ME IN THE CORRIDOR YESTERDAY :D :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-5950245127478061859?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/5950245127478061859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=5950245127478061859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/5950245127478061859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/5950245127478061859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/07/everything-is-beautiful-im-so-happy.html' title='Everything is beautiful. I&apos;m so happy.'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-4175686847182160862</id><published>2009-07-11T20:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T20:12:50.665+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aw... I love you too Huilin XD'/><title type='text'>The Cherry on My Sundae :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just a brief note to tell everyone that my new routine of no slackening is going very well :D And yes, I finished my Geography. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-4175686847182160862?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/4175686847182160862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=4175686847182160862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/4175686847182160862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/4175686847182160862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/07/cherry-on-my-sundae.html' title='The Cherry on My Sundae :)'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-6728137898252287379</id><published>2009-07-11T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T20:04:47.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Neverland.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hxM7flJlHJ0/SlcDCSUlYvI/AAAAAAAAAbI/LnP4VvfTx0I/s1600-h/MJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356753619593290482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hxM7flJlHJ0/SlcDCSUlYvI/AAAAAAAAAbI/LnP4VvfTx0I/s320/MJ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Quote Pink: "My security guards' tribute the the King."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-6728137898252287379?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/6728137898252287379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=6728137898252287379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/6728137898252287379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/6728137898252287379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-in-neverland.html' title='Back in Neverland.'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hxM7flJlHJ0/SlcDCSUlYvI/AAAAAAAAAbI/LnP4VvfTx0I/s72-c/MJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-2864024393569447560</id><published>2009-07-06T19:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T19:38:38.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Last Will and Testament.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh holy crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thanks to Xing Yue's recent post on the class blog about my previous unhealthy obesession, Mrs Chan probably thinks I'm some vicious lesbian on the loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let's hope that Mrs Chan had forgotten who "Fishy" is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XING YUE U R SO VERY DEAD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-2864024393569447560?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/2864024393569447560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=2864024393569447560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/2864024393569447560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/2864024393569447560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-last-will-and-testament.html' title='My Last Will and Testament.'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-1311049770280639527</id><published>2009-07-04T18:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T19:27:57.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Michael.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Who was Michael Jackson? An incredible phenomenon in music world ("King of Pop")? Or an eccentric man with insane ways ("Whacko Jacko")?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well Michael was both—a bundle of contradictions. Adored by many, understood by none. Sold the most number of records, but died in debt. A successful singer, the same time a wounded soul who could never buy happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jackson’s life witnessed the spring of hope and the winter of despair. A doomed childhood made him seek solace in an imaginary world, which he desperately tried to make real—his Neverland Ranch where he lived like a Peter Pan along with other children, far from the madding crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The King of Pop became just like any ordinary man when he was with kids. Being a victim of suppressed childhood, he was always in search of those simple joys experienced by children. Through spending his time with kids, he was trying to become one among them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everytime I see Jackson's pictures in his newspapers, I'll be haunted by the image of him looking out from his window at the children in his Neverland ranch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The legendary singer walked the path of glory and also the path of perdition. A man of extremes... The White and Black personas of Michael Jackson...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;RIP Michael.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-1311049770280639527?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/1311049770280639527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=1311049770280639527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/1311049770280639527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/1311049770280639527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/07/rip-michael.html' title='RIP Michael.'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-1412645464826293516</id><published>2009-06-28T13:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T17:49:31.697+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekdays 7.30pm on Okto'/><title type='text'>Bleh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Who says that muscle aches are caused by prolonged periods of exercising?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Try standing for eight hours with a handful of narcotic-inhalers smoking harder than a first-rate factory chimmey as you beg for donations for SANA's Preventive and Aftercare Programmes and you'll get to feel a wonderful ectasy at the back of your thighs whenever you walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I had to lower my dignity by smiling at the throngs of people who threated me like a fluff of dust as they brushed me away to get a better look at the floral sundresses on display in a nearby shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, apparently I'm not even worth a piece of cotton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Xingyue was inexplicitly enthusiastic at first, but even she got pissed and stormed into MacDonalds' to get an apple pie and some ice-cream. Ci Wei kept reminding us that we're doing this for charity etc. etc. In the end, she decided that a little break wouldn't harm anybody and we stuffed ourselves silly with fattening foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Or at least I did anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As cliché as this sounds, it was worth it in the end. The cash we made are going to be spent on a worthy cause (which in this case, are going to anti-drug talks and counselling programmes for drug offenders).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Argh. I'm going to end this post with a happier note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Avatar is back! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-1412645464826293516?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/1412645464826293516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=1412645464826293516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/1412645464826293516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/1412645464826293516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/06/bleh.html' title='Bleh.'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-966567828045842729</id><published>2009-06-21T23:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T23:00:24.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy &amp; Felicitations!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hxM7flJlHJ0/Sj49777VAXI/AAAAAAAAAaw/TznXR_SvHUQ/s1600-h/HAWT!!.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349781507270836594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hxM7flJlHJ0/Sj49777VAXI/AAAAAAAAAaw/TznXR_SvHUQ/s320/HAWT!!.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Assuming Lee Min Ho's in Seoul or anywhere in the GMT/UTC +9 timezone, it's his birthday right now :) Yes, an uber hot being came to our Earth twenty-four years ago on this very day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy bdae LMH~!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-966567828045842729?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/966567828045842729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=966567828045842729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/966567828045842729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/966567828045842729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/06/joy-felicitations.html' title='Joy &amp; Felicitations!'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hxM7flJlHJ0/Sj49777VAXI/AAAAAAAAAaw/TznXR_SvHUQ/s72-c/HAWT!!.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-8325344055442436560</id><published>2009-06-10T16:21:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T14:27:32.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Backbreaking Labour :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've finished browsing through all 883 photographs of Lee Min Ho's facebook!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know I'm amazing :D I'm combing through his fansites next before I call it a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Meanwhile, I shall take a break and reply my tags before somebody calls me a self-conceited bitch :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xingyue:&lt;/strong&gt; yes school over i damn happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xingyue:&lt;/strong&gt; wooolalalalalalla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xingyue:&lt;/strong&gt; see everyone one month later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xingyue:&lt;/strong&gt; and you, dun ever race with my siblings again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xingyue:&lt;/strong&gt; dun touch my scooters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;LOL. The first two lines says it all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;elisha:&lt;/strong&gt; haha yes i love you Shangri-La too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yups! Extra holidays are always welcomed :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MEGAN:&lt;/strong&gt; well i hate twilight. PUKES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hahas! Down with Twilight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Priya.:&lt;/strong&gt; TAGGED! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Tags make my day XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivian:&lt;/strong&gt; Tags dearr. (: I love the school hols, do you? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivian:&lt;/strong&gt; oh yeah, relinkk! (: don't tell anyone, though. Privatee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;RELINKED! As for the first question... YESYESYES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xiaoyun:&lt;/strong&gt; hello (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hello (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivian:&lt;/strong&gt; OMFG BBF! Omg Fishy this is sooo not you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivian:&lt;/strong&gt; oh yeah, I'm leaving for China tomorrow. ): Will miss ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivian:&lt;/strong&gt; KIM HYUN JOONG IS SUPER FREAKING HOT OKAYY (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivian:&lt;/strong&gt; He fits the role of YiJung a lot lot (: But sadly he's almost 100% plastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivian:&lt;/strong&gt; His voice is FABBBB though (: 100% Hyunie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivian:&lt;/strong&gt; CHECK OUT OTHER SS501 SONGS! They're one of the best (: I've got one blog post all about Hyun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivian:&lt;/strong&gt; Some where in Feb if I'm not wrong... (: SS501 hwaiting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivian:&lt;/strong&gt; But there's ONE very ugly guy in SS501 ): sadd. But the others are really hot too, seriouss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivian:&lt;/strong&gt; Watch DeJaVu, they look the hottest there. I tell you the first time I saw it I was like *faint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivian:&lt;/strong&gt; HYUNJOONGGG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivian:&lt;/strong&gt; Sorry for spamming. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And you said I talk too much about Lee Min Ho -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Priya.:&lt;/strong&gt; ROAR, everyone in my school is crazy over that show you love. :0 Maybe I should watch it sometime xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Priya.:&lt;/strong&gt; Do relink me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;RELINKED :) And are you kidding me? BFF is the must-watch of this century!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xmx:&lt;/strong&gt; SERIOSULY??!! TAT PICTURE"S LIKE INSULT TO TAT BLOND HAIR GUY!!! N U STILL hAVENT LINK ME YET =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ugh, I know. I thought I was at the wrong page initially... LOLs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Priya.:&lt;/strong&gt; I AM CURRENTLY WATCHING BOYS BEFORE FLOWERS AND I LIKE HYUN JOONG TOO :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Priya.:&lt;/strong&gt; But he looks fynny &lt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Priya.:&lt;/strong&gt; *funny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Priya.:&lt;/strong&gt; LOVING THE SHOW ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Priya.:&lt;/strong&gt; I LIKE JUN PYO TOO :D Lol, sorry for spamming ah :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Priya.:&lt;/strong&gt; I feel so tootish. I'm still up at 3 am. ROAR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Priya.:&lt;/strong&gt; Teehees, I spammed alot today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;OMG I'M TELLING YOU THAT GOO JUN PYO IS OFFICIALLY THE HOTTEST GUY EVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Priya.:&lt;/strong&gt; What episode are you at? Or did you finish watching the whole season?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Priya.:&lt;/strong&gt; Currently, I'm at episode 17 and I don't really like Jun Pyo anymore. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I briefly know about that part too. From what I know, I think it's his witchy mom that's the problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ciwei:&lt;/strong&gt; OMG! YES! HE IS H-O-T WITH STRAIGHT HAIRRRR!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ciwei:&lt;/strong&gt; and BTW, i will watch 'IT' for education, NOT FOR FUN! grr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Told cha! Lee Min Ho 4eva :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anabelle&gt;yuxin &amp;amp; ciwei:&lt;/strong&gt; omigosh.... wat's e matter with u guys man... e guy is so darn cute!!! [big]NOT [/ big]. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anabelle&gt;yuxin &amp;amp; ciwei:&lt;/strong&gt; whoopsie. sorry typo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;That's exactly what Ciwei said two days ago and look at her now! Just wait and see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Priya.: Thanks girl ;D For th blogskin thingy, hehes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;No problem :) I know a sophisticated skin when I see one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-8325344055442436560?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/8325344055442436560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=8325344055442436560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/8325344055442436560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/8325344055442436560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/06/backbreaking-labour-not-really.html' title='Backbreaking Labour :)'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-1509139686102738710</id><published>2009-06-08T14:48:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T20:24:26.042+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uber hotness :)'/><title type='text'>My Everything.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know, I am supposed to be on vacation. Seriously. I mean, this is mid-year break. I am supposed to be having fun, mentally recharging for the coming semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But here I am, stuck at home with my little asshole of a brother and no entertainment or whatsoever to distract me from the fact that &lt;em&gt;this is supposed to be a holiday&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Interviewer:&lt;/strong&gt; What do you envy of your F4 members?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lee Min Ho:&lt;/strong&gt; Kim Bum’s small face, Kim Joon’s big eyes, Kim Hyun-joong’s fair complexion. As for the whole package, I am actually the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hahas. A question well-answered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hxM7flJlHJ0/Siy7ACapvnI/AAAAAAAAAaU/v-HAmRL6q7M/s1600-h/Ah~!.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344852467104988786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hxM7flJlHJ0/Siy7ACapvnI/AAAAAAAAAaU/v-HAmRL6q7M/s320/Ah~!.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lee Min Ho must be the cutest permed star around, but he looks so much better with straight hair. Not to mention, he looks exceptionally cute with the lollipop :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hxM7flJlHJ0/Siy6__U3sjI/AAAAAAAAAaM/hJk4kKofNRE/s1600-h/Past+%26+Present..bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344852466275430962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hxM7flJlHJ0/Siy6__U3sjI/AAAAAAAAAaM/hJk4kKofNRE/s320/Past+%26+Present..bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here's a picture of him back in university and another with him acting as Goo Jun Pyo. After attempting (fruitlessly) to spot the difference, I can only conclude that Lee Min Ho is 100% original &lt;s&gt;except for his nose&lt;/s&gt; and that all those who claimed that he had cut his eyelids are just jealous prunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And who says Min Ho can't sing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Proof that Angels of Music exist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 300px"&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Ooq6T1rDR3/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Ooq6T1rDR3/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 1px; PADDING-LEFT: 1px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1px; PADDING-TOP: 1px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #e6e6e6"&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FLOAT: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 4px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" method="post"&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;amp;ek=Ooq6T1rDR3" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;amp;ek=Ooq6T1rDR3" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;amp;ek=Ooq6T1rDR3" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;amp;ek=Ooq6T1rDR3" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/Ooq6T1rDR3/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/myra16/music/NAJRrcVY/lee-min-ho-my-everything/"&gt;My Everything - Lee Min Ho&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;His deep baritone voice is perfect in every way — except for the occasional "every-TING."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you're still skeptical of Lee Min Ho's utter hotness, go get a life and show everybody what you can freaking surpass him with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-1509139686102738710?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/1509139686102738710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=1509139686102738710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/1509139686102738710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/1509139686102738710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-everything.html' title='My Everything.'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hxM7flJlHJ0/Siy7ACapvnI/AAAAAAAAAaU/v-HAmRL6q7M/s72-c/Ah~!.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-2811408122835257655</id><published>2009-06-03T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T08:26:36.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hyun Joong... WTF?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm dead pissed at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seriously man. What is an encyclopedia if they allow Google to mar their best pages with inappropriate advertisements?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let me entertain you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hxM7flJlHJ0/SicUNa3AHBI/AAAAAAAAAaE/FY_8uvo9e3o/s1600-h/Hyun+Joong...+WTF!.dib"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343261703679253522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hxM7flJlHJ0/SicUNa3AHBI/AAAAAAAAAaE/FY_8uvo9e3o/s320/Hyun+Joong...+WTF!.dib" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Now do you understand what I'm getting at?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-2811408122835257655?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/2811408122835257655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=2811408122835257655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/2811408122835257655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/2811408122835257655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/06/hyun-joong-wtf.html' title='Hyun Joong... WTF?'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hxM7flJlHJ0/SicUNa3AHBI/AAAAAAAAAaE/FY_8uvo9e3o/s72-c/Hyun+Joong...+WTF!.dib' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699593021729077841.post-2272828160431964535</id><published>2009-06-03T17:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T17:33:45.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby I Love U.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dear Vivian just informed me that I got the name of my favourite drama wrong -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It turned out to be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boys Before Flowers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and not Boys Over Flowers which I had read on the Straits Times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r-IYCQtWjYA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r-IYCQtWjYA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby I love you, I'm waiting for you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699593021729077841-2272828160431964535?l=xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/feeds/2272828160431964535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3699593021729077841&amp;postID=2272828160431964535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/2272828160431964535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699593021729077841/posts/default/2272828160431964535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo--chocokisses.blogspot.com/2009/06/baby-i-love-u.html' title='Baby I Love U.'/><author><name>Yu Xin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ2-Vzb5344/TrpMFuyaeYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5vJiK5gVspQ/s220/currypuffs.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
