<?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-2707995742008067807</id><updated>2011-07-08T11:51:46.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUMPing to my heart &lt;3</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>baby bluez...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02773893695976080764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707995742008067807.post-4019208645528289897</id><published>2010-01-29T19:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T19:48:03.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>somehow.revived.this.blog. damn bored now so ya. i wanna go overseas after my Os. not just go overseas but like migrate. i'll be sad to leave everyone here but i need a major change in my life, i need to get away from my routine in singapore. i want to start life anew in a country where nobody knows me. i need change, like, fast. well.off to study. see ya, folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707995742008067807-4019208645528289897?l=those-livingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4019208645528289897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2010/01/somehow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/4019208645528289897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/4019208645528289897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2010/01/somehow.html' title=''/><author><name>baby bluez...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02773893695976080764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707995742008067807.post-8513584998411160966</id><published>2009-11-13T17:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T17:54:22.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>these days, i really feel like i'm invisible. the whole world is just passing through me without any feeling. at least if i were a ghost they'd get the chills but NO. they just feel numb when they walk right through me. yup, that's me INVISIBLE GIRL. when i talk, no one listens. when i'm there, no one sees me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm moving to my jap blog. don't bother looking for me, only 1 person knows the URL. i'm just sick and tired of writing down my feelings here where everyone can see them, but no one cares. life is really a big black hole that just sucks you in. if you're in too deep, that's when people commit suicide. well then. SAYONARA(sayonara is when people say good bye and you won't see each other for a long period of time. if you're gonna see each other soon, then you say ja.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707995742008067807-8513584998411160966?l=those-livingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8513584998411160966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/11/these-days-i-really-feel-like-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/8513584998411160966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/8513584998411160966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/11/these-days-i-really-feel-like-im.html' title=''/><author><name>baby bluez...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02773893695976080764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707995742008067807.post-3156144442946660669</id><published>2009-10-29T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T22:04:15.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was. indescribable. eunice got promoted. damn happy for her &lt;3 and i remembered the 3rd promise (: she must eat PEPPER LUNCH with moi. hahah she never eat before. noob :DDD but i still love her. hahah. not sure if i have to go for the Hildan Challege tmr since i have no CCA but anyways, not sure if my mum'll let me go out with Team LJ for movie&amp;dinner tmrw. ahhh. i really need more clothes. sam says can find nice clothes and the ulu people's park thr. is it true?? i'm in love with heels &lt;3 i tried on some really awesome ones the other day :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707995742008067807-3156144442946660669?l=those-livingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3156144442946660669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/3156144442946660669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/3156144442946660669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-was.html' title=''/><author><name>baby bluez...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02773893695976080764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707995742008067807.post-6348542658326425669</id><published>2009-10-28T15:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T16:19:10.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. today i'm gonna write down a list of things that EUNICETANSHIHUI has promised me:&lt;br /&gt;1. go shopping with me&lt;br /&gt;2. study hard if she manages to promote to sec 4 express&lt;br /&gt;3. i forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, eunice, don't worry too much, i think you'll get promoted :D otherwise, i'm gonna miss those retarded times i have with you during lit class. i really do feel very upset when i think of the turmoil people that i treasure face. like today i was talking to pei shan, and i feel really miserable and i really, really wish i could do everything i can to help her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today in lit class was retarded to the max la. like me, mere, ecinue and crystal were like talking and laughing like crazy, then talked about this super irritating sec 2 girl. damn fat de -.- i have nothing against fat people and stuff, since i am one but i can't stand those who thinks that i dunno, they're DAMN SLIM and wear SUPER REVEALING clothes and like to ZI-LIAN. maybe some people already know who is the sec 2 i'm referring to. i don't wanna pick a fight so i shan't reveal her identity but i really can't stand this kind of people. you may think that i'm super critical of others and you're right BUT this is my blog and i kind of have the right to state my opinion here. i can even state my opinion on milk! i hate unflavoured milk!!! okay random, but you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i talked to HIM &lt;3 okay, not exactly talked to him but, well, i was in the same MSN convo as him. HAHAHAH. speaking of MSN convos, someone irritated me like crazy ytd. this guy, whom i dunno, randomly added me on facebook and since we had like 75 mutual friends or something, i just added him back la. then he like some _______ (fill in the blanks) idk. then he started asking my friend,A, about me and even asked if i'm a nice DUDE. then my friend talked to me and him on MSN at the same time so my friend told me that he wanted to add me on MSN then i told her not to give my email cause he seemed like a stalker then i asked my friend to ask him how he know me. then he went to tell my friend something like, "does she even know what a stalker is? it's so degratory for her to use it on me blah blah blah and i don't know her. if everyone knew each other, there will not be a need to make friends." by that time i was like thinking, "what kind of ass is this guy. kinda irritating." then afterwards, he still went on to tell A, " i would've expected a 15-year-old female to be more mature than to constantly use -.- in her sentences since females tend to mentally mature fasters than males.she's quite immature" something along the lines of that. what an a**hole.he can read this post for all i care, pissed to the max can. when i think of him, vulgarities are just really, on the tip of my tongue. super angry!! i mean like, i wasn't the one who added random people and want to make friends with them. you're the one who wants to make new friends and you start of by what, insulting people? no wonder you find the need to make more friends. you know what else he told A? i said i wanted to scold him cause he called me a DUDE right?(i was just kidding BTW) then my friend told him, and he went "let her scold me then. afterwards can start on the introductions." OKAY MORON. pervert much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707995742008067807-6348542658326425669?l=those-livingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6348542658326425669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/10/okay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/6348542658326425669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/6348542658326425669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/10/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>baby bluez...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02773893695976080764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707995742008067807.post-8487989623180158408</id><published>2009-10-27T15:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T16:11:17.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a feeling of nostalgia has suddenly swept through me, leaving me speechless.  i was just listening to a cover of Taylor Swift's You Belong with Me and suddenly old memories came flooding back into my mind. sigh. i really wonder why sometimes i find good memories just so hard to appreciate but instead, i feel like crying when i think of all the good memories i had, and probably don't deserve. many things in life are just hard to explain, and it's hard for me to not feel the way i do about everything, about my studies, about my memories, him, and just everything else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just webcamming with edrea ytd and it was a lot of fun, she said i looked like a bunny, i have no idea why. but i'll just take it as a compliment anyway. i really do miss my primary school friends. like a lot. especially my old clique. the fun we used to have. sometimes when you think of the people you miss and you'll question God, "Why do you always separate me from the people I love?" but have you ever thought of it as, we take these people for granted when they're right by our side, but once they leave, you realise just how much you love them and need them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I just read Xiaxue's blog and the most recent &lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com/2009/10/wolves-in-photographers-clothing.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; has pictures of models and her commentaries on the pictures, which are not very good. these models include those like Xuesha and Naomi Liu. i may be wrong, but i sense on internet blog war brewing. oh well. i'll just sit by the side and watch :D not that i can interfere anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pretty good taylor swift cover:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Md6YJruipFw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Md6YJruipFw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707995742008067807-8487989623180158408?l=those-livingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8487989623180158408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/10/feeling-of-nostalgia-has-suddenly-swept.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/8487989623180158408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/8487989623180158408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/10/feeling-of-nostalgia-has-suddenly-swept.html' title=''/><author><name>baby bluez...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02773893695976080764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707995742008067807.post-700911637783083713</id><published>2009-10-22T16:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T16:23:50.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LEEMINHOISCOMINGTOSINGAPOREIN2DAYS</title><content type='html'>okay so bored right now. lazy to blog, well, kind of. since i'm not willing to do a proper post with pics and all like about the andre's birthday party post i said i would do. oh well. i shall procrastinate. feeling much better today,although i have a tummyache and a migraine. thanks for the people who showed concern after all the crying i did yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going out to T1 later, not sure what to eat. meeting joanna and shareen at the tampines MRT although feeling a bit lazy to walk all the way there. oh well, no choice. ugh. yesterday asked my mum to give me money to buy the skirt from topshop that i'm eyeing but no go. she only gave me half the amount needed to buy my skirt although i used aegyo on her. (haha, only those who watch korean variety shows with female idols in them will know what aegyo is) YAY finally getting a new piece of clothing, no money to go out shopping recently and my mum is too busy to go out with me. i kind of like shopping with my mum, at times. because i think that she has pretty good(but expensive) taste plus she just pays for the clothes i want. only if she approves of it though. shopping with friends is like, you can buy whatever clothes you want but you have to pay for it yourself. well, in my case i have to. so the clothes i buy with my mum are wayyy more expensive than those i get when out shopping with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i wanted to blog about something but i forgot what it was. anyways, finished reading "Can you keep a secret?" by Sophie Kinsella and Jodi Picoult's "Plain truth". both were really good, but i found myself to be more intrigued by the former. might be because Jodi Picoult's books may be more dry but still very good nonetheless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ok i remembered what i wanted to blog about already. Lee Min Ho will be arriving in singapore in 2 days' time!!! AHHHHHHHHHH!!! okay he is just so drop-dead gorgeous. well, with his normal hair lah. hate the Gu Jun Pyo hair. so he will go to the Etude House in ION orchard, i think. not sure if he's going to PS. and then there will be a private party(fanmeeting) at St. James powerstation later. but to get in the fanmeeting, you have to like, spend $200 and above at Etude House and the first 50 fans who do so will be VIPs at the fanmeeting. UGH i wanna gooooooo. no one pei me go ): but still, i will support etude house from now on. WHEEE. hopefully their products are good. they seem pretty good to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707995742008067807-700911637783083713?l=those-livingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/700911637783083713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/10/leeminhoiscomingtosingaporein2days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/700911637783083713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/700911637783083713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/10/leeminhoiscomingtosingaporein2days.html' title='LEEMINHOISCOMINGTOSINGAPOREIN2DAYS'/><author><name>baby bluez...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02773893695976080764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707995742008067807.post-114697686117330174</id><published>2009-10-21T17:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T17:21:30.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes, i blogged two times today. so what. not happy sue me la -.- i'm a tangle of emotions right now. there are so many things just going on. won't somebody just save me already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707995742008067807-114697686117330174?l=those-livingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/114697686117330174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/10/yes-i-blogged-two-times-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/114697686117330174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/114697686117330174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/10/yes-i-blogged-two-times-today.html' title=''/><author><name>baby bluez...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02773893695976080764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707995742008067807.post-6362056898382676518</id><published>2009-10-21T17:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T17:11:57.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/St7QQBQJc_I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/lbZNmw-WWeA/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 85px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/St7QQBQJc_I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/lbZNmw-WWeA/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394978377269081074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rainbow always comes after the rain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i think today i cried the most number of times in a day at school. i cried like 3 times today. wth. ya ya, i'm such a crybaby. whatever. i'm really sorry for those who say me crying today :X super unglam and i feel so embarrassed for crying in front of so many people but i think it's better to just cry than to hold it in cause it releases your pent-up emotions and relieves LOADS of tension in your body. but the results i got for english were a real disappointment. i shan't reveal them here because it's really terrible. SS was a total shocker though. i thought that i wouldn't be able to pass like maybe was thinking that i'd get around um, 17/50 or something. when ms tan give em the paper and said "you did really well for this one ah" i was like O.O more surprise than happiness, the happiness came later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i might really have to drop to combined after all, my EOY results are truly horrifically atrocious. i might even have to die. okay, just kidding but you get the feeling. good thing HE didn't see me crying, so unglam!! omg. thanks to the people who comforted me today, like gwenlyn, geraldine, amanda, sam. you guys made me feel better.i can't believe i failed so many papers though!! ugh, i have a headache from all the crying earlier. gonna sleep it off. will post pics from andre's birthday party another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707995742008067807-6362056898382676518?l=those-livingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6362056898382676518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/10/rainbow-always-comes-after-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/6362056898382676518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/6362056898382676518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/10/rainbow-always-comes-after-rain.html' title=''/><author><name>baby bluez...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02773893695976080764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/St7QQBQJc_I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/lbZNmw-WWeA/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707995742008067807.post-5880308732128529965</id><published>2009-10-15T10:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T10:55:05.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was just thinking...the letter Q is so overrated. like K is there to do the job of both K and Q right? like Q is totally unnecessary. for example, the word Queen. if you replace the Q with a K, it's still the same. Kueen. oh, it looks funny. but that's not the point. so many things in life are just so overrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay now my new obsession is with SNSD (So Nyuh Shi Dae) i love their songs and their dances. plus the members are so cute. i shall buy their cds~~ oh btw, have you ever wondered? okay, maybe it's just me that's wondering. i have so many japanese magazines but i've never seen like korean fashion magazines before. weird, huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well then, tata (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707995742008067807-5880308732128529965?l=those-livingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5880308732128529965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-was-just-thinking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/5880308732128529965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/5880308732128529965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-was-just-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>baby bluez...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02773893695976080764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707995742008067807.post-6509234743875491789</id><published>2009-10-12T17:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T18:11:49.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>free.</title><content type='html'>okay the exams are finally over. now have to wait until kristy's o levels are over then wheee~~ baking paradise. this post is gonna be as long as it gets. HELLO~ never blog for like =.= damn long liao. aww belle doesn't have topshop in sydney!! she must feel so deprived (: i'll buy you something from topshop kay (: haha. i think they're heels are like awesomely awesome. freaking high man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i started feeling this way like this year or late last year but i don't really feel happy that the exams are over. as in, more of a relieved feeling. but thie feeling has to be like thought of otherwise i will just forget that the exams are over, i'm supposed to feel happy and go crazy but i have to constantly remind myself to feel relieved. i guess having nothing to do kinds of kills your zest for life. sec 3 has been pretty much just studying all the way, i hardly went out this year.this is as good as it gets, i guess. next year it's gonna get even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. my appetite isn't really back yet. for those who didn't know, i was admitted into the hospital on the 3rd, which was the saturday after our exams started. on friday night, i had this weird feeling in my tummy when i was about to fall asleep so i brushed it off as hunger pangs. when i woke up the next morning, there was this nagging naseous feeling that told me it wasn't going to a good day. no matter how hard i tried to ignore it it just kept haunting me. so i took some chinese medicine and soon after i vomitted out my breakfast and the medicine. it was pretty much considering i ate like only one slice of bread and the medicine. then after i left then house to see the doctor i vomitted again and my whole face went deathly white. serious!! then it was pure torture just walking. everything was just swimming and i was dizzy and had to stop to squat a few times before walking another few steps. both clinics downstairs my house all closed. it was lunch-time around there. then go to another clinic closed also =.= then i insisted my parents check if the rest of the clinics were opened before i got tortured just walking there and realising it's closed too. all the other 3 clinics also closed so went to the hospital A&amp;E. then the triage nurse went to triage me as low blood pressure and i was wheeled in a wheelchair to some room where people were taking and retaking my blood pressure so amny times before they realised it was normal. then brought to the observation room. the nurses at the hosp. told me mum they wanted to take a urine test to see if i was pregnant. OMG. then they told me they wanted to check for urinary tract infection. wth -.-  basically, that day was hell for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so tdy went with nana, gwen, mere, crystal and vinise to the 15th floor of me and nana's block to play chubby bunny. vinise is gonna upload the vids on facebook and mere gonna upload the pics on her blog. they'll be up here once i get them (: super fun but i was tortured ): kept spitting out the marshmallows cause they made me wanna vomit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighties. then ytd i fell sick ): had th flu. omg my whole trashcan was full of tissues and i used up 5 packs of tissue. dkjhdilascnaouhe. ok i'm boreddddddddddddddd. what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/StMApKtKDRI/AAAAAAAAAb4/2CWjpeiJ6aw/s1600-h/DSC01011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/StMApKtKDRI/AAAAAAAAAb4/2CWjpeiJ6aw/s400/DSC01011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391653886141009170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/StMAokrpkBI/AAAAAAAAAbw/bQ5iYhJzFpE/s1600-h/DSC01008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/StMAokrpkBI/AAAAAAAAAbw/bQ5iYhJzFpE/s400/DSC01008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391653875934138386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some pics taken at th carpark rooftop the other day (: haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707995742008067807-6509234743875491789?l=those-livingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6509234743875491789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/10/free.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/6509234743875491789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/6509234743875491789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/10/free.html' title='free.'/><author><name>baby bluez...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02773893695976080764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/StMApKtKDRI/AAAAAAAAAb4/2CWjpeiJ6aw/s72-c/DSC01011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707995742008067807.post-2786474788285187296</id><published>2009-10-02T18:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T18:39:56.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EXAMS EXAMS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SsXXsNDuxrI/AAAAAAAAAbo/j48Mt4ZeigM/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 117px; height: 118px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SsXXsNDuxrI/AAAAAAAAAbo/j48Mt4ZeigM/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387949683638191794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SsXXr5kvWSI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Z-Cne4lAtbA/s1600-h/images-3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 104px; height: 121px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SsXXr5kvWSI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Z-Cne4lAtbA/s400/images-3.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387949678407932194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SsXXrdMPjGI/AAAAAAAAAbY/ho9d542T2_E/s1600-h/images-2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 101px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SsXXrdMPjGI/AAAAAAAAAbY/ho9d542T2_E/s400/images-2.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387949670788992098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SsXXq1bbCsI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/YBT0-x6md2M/s1600-h/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 96px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SsXXq1bbCsI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/YBT0-x6md2M/s400/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387949660115241666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i just keep blogging. aiya need to rant somewhere right. i can't seem to let go. i seriously wish he wasn't graduating this year &gt;.&lt; omgosh. plus we hardly even know each other can. this is annoying. wahlau now damn hot. stupid weather. plus SS paper damn hard. the things i studied flew out of my head when i read the questions. how annoying. oh well. recently, i've been thinking-i really hate that feeling you get when everyone is talking and you have no idea what they are talking about and you just feel so left out. suckish feeling. okay. back to studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. will reply tags another day alrights (: why do the people i love the most always seem so far away?? BELLE ): faster come back kay. and YI HSUAN YOU TOO. i miss you ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707995742008067807-2786474788285187296?l=those-livingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2786474788285187296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/10/exams-exams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/2786474788285187296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/2786474788285187296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/10/exams-exams.html' title='EXAMS EXAMS.'/><author><name>baby bluez...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02773893695976080764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SsXXsNDuxrI/AAAAAAAAAbo/j48Mt4ZeigM/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707995742008067807.post-1467524895039275867</id><published>2009-10-01T21:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T21:58:30.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't know why i cried that day. shit i blogged. gonna kena slapped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707995742008067807-1467524895039275867?l=those-livingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1467524895039275867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-dont-know-why-i-cried-that-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/1467524895039275867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/1467524895039275867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-dont-know-why-i-cried-that-day.html' title=''/><author><name>baby bluez...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02773893695976080764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707995742008067807.post-4404053982856591593</id><published>2009-09-27T22:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T22:13:04.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes, all you have to do is to let go.</title><content type='html'>oh dear. i really shouldn't be blogging right now but o.o oh well. since i'm on the computer. i really ought to be having a sense of urgency right about now but no. my lazy body and mind remains lazy. this must be why i have a high probability of dropping to combined science next year. off to study. I WILL BE ON A HIATUS UNTIL EXAMS ARE OVER. REALLY. I PROMISE. anyone who reads a post posted on my blog after this one, feel free to give me a slap when you see me. i need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707995742008067807-4404053982856591593?l=those-livingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4404053982856591593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/09/sometimes-all-you-have-to-do-is-to-let.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/4404053982856591593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/4404053982856591593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/09/sometimes-all-you-have-to-do-is-to-let.html' title='sometimes, all you have to do is to let go.'/><author><name>baby bluez...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02773893695976080764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707995742008067807.post-7381898499713789000</id><published>2009-09-22T18:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T18:16:54.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOSH AND HM (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha okay josh i own you present. don't sad cause people never sing birthday song for you in class but sing for bryan when it's not even his birthday. omg ytd night was so damn funny. i was messaging jeremy and we kept suan-ing marcus like siao. seriously on a marcus suaning rampage. haha hope marcus doesn't see this :X i finished reading another jodi picoult book last night. super addicted to her books can. finished vanishing acts alr. super nice (: still got like 3 more of her books in my phone haven't read yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today had the chinese mock test. it was okay la huh. but darren super sad. like few more words and he finish. ah EOY is getting nearer and nearer. better study man -.- maybe sat go study with kristy. at berrylite HAHA! i'm addicted to their yoghurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha wanna see crazy but awesome inventions??&lt;br /&gt;the butter stick is my absolute fav. crazy but awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SriiCPKh_kI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/GxyKaR4XXoI/s1600-h/Subway_chin_rest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/Srii_pTSCRI/AAAAAAAAAao/9ph6j5K35e4/s400/Umbrella_tube.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384232568823613714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/Srii_BrBGAI/AAAAAAAAAag/Wda5sWGcLb0/s1600-h/ten-in-one-gardening-tool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 357px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/Srii_BrBGAI/AAAAAAAAAag/Wda5sWGcLb0/s400/ten-in-one-gardening-tool.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384232558185748482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/Srii-62eyFI/AAAAAAAAAaY/gJMdk_PtRVY/s1600-h/Subway_Hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 394px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/Srii-62eyFI/AAAAAAAAAaY/gJMdk_PtRVY/s400/Subway_Hat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384232556354783314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707995742008067807-7381898499713789000?l=those-livingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7381898499713789000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-josh-and-hm-haha-okay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/7381898499713789000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/7381898499713789000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-josh-and-hm-haha-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>baby bluez...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02773893695976080764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SriiCPKh_kI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/GxyKaR4XXoI/s72-c/Subway_chin_rest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707995742008067807.post-5144208196066366537</id><published>2009-09-18T14:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:11:26.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no. to tell you the truth, i wouldn't cause even after i settle we will somehow fight again. and the cycle will repeat. so just let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm seriously damn pissed now. SUPER PISSED I SWEAR. i didn't want to go home eat lunch at home so i was going to eat aqt the coffeeshop with jes. then tried calling my father tons of times but nvr pick up. so i try calling my  home also no one pick up. then i call my mum ask if i can eat outside then she tell me my father buy alr. wth. then i say my father nvr pick up then she say that he buy alr. so i go home and my father sleeping. wth. and my bro never hear the phone. YOU KNOW WHAT'S THE BLOODY BEST PART?? NO LUNCH FOR ME AT HOME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then my bro come in with some small snack supposed to be mine. you know what the idiot say?? "can i have this? yes i can" wtf i was super pissed i screamed at him to take it and get the hell out of my room. !!@&amp;^!*@#&amp;*(P!@)*#&amp;(@&amp; SUPER PISSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE EVERYONE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707995742008067807-5144208196066366537?l=those-livingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5144208196066366537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/09/no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/5144208196066366537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/5144208196066366537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/09/no.html' title=''/><author><name>baby bluez...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02773893695976080764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707995742008067807.post-8903041649773005794</id><published>2009-09-16T16:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T17:00:05.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay first of all, i didn't even hear you talk to me. and i dao you because i thought you still angry with me. and secondly, i talk abt lydia right. you can at least say something right. you know how i hate it whenever we fight before walking to school then we have to walk in silence. do you realise that you just said that i can only talk abt the things you're interested in. so if nothing in my life interests you then i cannot talk to you at all ah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus that time i really dunno why you suddenly like very late. but after that i nvr say already right?? and i saw but i was on my way so i thought no need reply but at least i got reply your first message right. and i got say see HIM never see you meh. i thought you angry with me don't want talk to me so i just dao you lor. at you don't want talk about lydia then you just never say anything so obviously i will think that you angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i thought you still angry that's why i never find you to go recess okay. aiya recently we keep on fighting a lot, i also dunno what's happening with our friendship. i just keep remembering us walking to school in silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you want to know the reason i'm angry? ok i tell you. i angry because you angry with me because i'm late. i know you need to study for your history test but many times when i want to study for my test then you late, come around 7.30, i'm a bit pissed but i never say anything because it's a small matter to fight over. then i do this once and you angry. okay. next time whatever you don't want to talk about just tell me you not interested to know okay, i go tell other people. don't just keep quiet otherwise i will think that you're pissed cause i said something wrong. okie that's all (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707995742008067807-8903041649773005794?l=those-livingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8903041649773005794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/09/okay-first-of-all-i-didnt-even-hear-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/8903041649773005794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/8903041649773005794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/09/okay-first-of-all-i-didnt-even-hear-you.html' title=''/><author><name>baby bluez...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02773893695976080764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707995742008067807.post-4732663287293264640</id><published>2009-09-15T18:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T18:20:54.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/Sq9qfb5Q43I/AAAAAAAAAY8/PJ-HOzrZ2ak/s1600-h/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 116px; height: 116px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/Sq9qfb5Q43I/AAAAAAAAAY8/PJ-HOzrZ2ak/s400/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381637168027460466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/Sq9qe774IeI/AAAAAAAAAY0/gjgNG-Rsu-U/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/Sq9qe774IeI/AAAAAAAAAY0/gjgNG-Rsu-U/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381637159448486370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY AWESOME NEW JUICY COUTURE FLIP FLOPS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YA,I'M SO SUPER ANGRY WITH MARCUS HENG. you stupid moron. call me nerd. i'm so pissed. ARGH. stayed back in school today until like 5 to study physics. jeremy taught me (: then also got angeline mummy, johanna and that STUPID marcus. they taught me, cheryl and man xin. then i saw him on monday and today &lt;3 eep, so cute (: haha then talked to lydia ytd for the first time in 3 years. she lost damn a lot fo weight and she's much prettier now. gawd, am i the only fat person who put on MORE weight since primary school i'm so going on a strict diet from now on. less carbs. and i shall only eat a proper dinner cause i'm forced to since i have it at home. breakfast and dinner shall be kept to the absolute minimum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last saturday almost died from so much walking. i wore my new juicy couture flip flops and could hardly walk. they're so heavy and high. so not practical, but oh so chio. smart me, i brought an extra pair of flip flops. i almost fell walking down the steep steps on my japanese class building. good thing kristy was beside me, otherwise i would be in the hospital by now. so totally wearing them more often to tone my legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit, shouldn't even be blogging now. study study study. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 MORE DAYS TO EOY!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707995742008067807-4732663287293264640?l=those-livingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4732663287293264640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-love-my-awesome-new-juicy-couture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/4732663287293264640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/4732663287293264640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-love-my-awesome-new-juicy-couture.html' title=''/><author><name>baby bluez...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02773893695976080764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/Sq9qfb5Q43I/AAAAAAAAAY8/PJ-HOzrZ2ak/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707995742008067807.post-7471230196133513241</id><published>2009-09-11T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T11:57:54.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stupid eunice. never invite me to your private blog ): omgosh, holidays have been over in the blink of an eye and i have hardly touched my homework!! now suddenly cannot post pics. oh well, my blog got mood de 0.o so far i just finished jodi picoult's songs of the humpback whale. not too bad, but kind of fell below my expectations.then i downloaded like 5 more of her books into my phone so i'm reading 19 minutes. not bad. at the beginning abit boring but after that it gets more exciting (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok a bit sian already. oh ya, i created a japanese blog. it's on a japanese blog site but i type in english, duh. but can navigate around the site at least. simple japanese still can understand but so far i'm still trying to post. oh well (: but seriously like ALL the japanese use it. including all the celebrity blogs so far (: okie, once i set it up i'll decide whether to post the link or i want it to be private cause NO ONE will find it anyways (: TATA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707995742008067807-7471230196133513241?l=those-livingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7471230196133513241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/09/stupid-eunice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/7471230196133513241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/7471230196133513241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/09/stupid-eunice.html' title=''/><author><name>baby bluez...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02773893695976080764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707995742008067807.post-782912711587670916</id><published>2009-09-09T16:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T16:38:02.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>charade.</title><content type='html'>FINALLYYYYYYYYY. blogger can upload pics alr. saturday before jap class met kristy to watch bandslam at iluma but had lunch at yoshinoya before that (: hee. my fav beef bowl. then they had this weird poster with freaky eyes. then after the show went to eat frozen yoghurt (100% fat-free!) at berrylite. super nice plus i got a toppings voucher. YAY! so going to eat thr again. then we went to sit and wathc this random cleo make over thing just to waste time until japanese class. LOL and we ended up going to the intercontinental hotel's toilet like 3 times in one day. mad or not you tell me. then friday also went to nihon mura with kristy right. then she came my house and we played the wii. nothing good can come out of 2 overly enthu girls playing wii boxing. the result=a super funny vid of us being unglam. LOL. i'm afraid of the after-effects of seeing kristy for 2 days straight. i may become even weirder than usual. haha (:oh well, but it was fun.been feeling really depressed recently. thanks jes, for always picking up the phone and listening to me even though you can hardly make out what i'm saying through my tears. thanks for being on my side and giving me advice. i'll cheer up soon, i promise. well then. pictures speak a thousand words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/Sqdh_kW0pmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/zkWLUgJTKik/s1600-h/IMG_2309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/Sqdh_kW0pmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/zkWLUgJTKik/s320/IMG_2309.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379376024636401250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707995742008067807.post-6474311141215704366</id><published>2009-08-31T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T15:01:14.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHEE. today saw the concert and HE performed. i think i like him cause he was damn awesome on stage, i swear. and imran is so -.- today saw him then imran went up to him and said, "jasmine thinks you're hot" OMGGGGG. but we called it quits but still. super embarrassing i swear. then saw marcus, jeremy and angeline in school today. couldn't really recognise marcus and he was like '!!!!!!!!' that kind of reaction. haha, who ask him grow his hair until so long, make me cannot recognise him and not even nice la. wth -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went back primary school with lynn and imran, met up with daniel, jared and zhengdong(idk how to spell) then waited for mrs simon wait until like 2 hours plus plus and only see her for a while. so manyu of the alumni came back see her uh. i was acting so weird today and i kept scolding imran LOL. and then i saw JEREMY WONG. omg his voice is like so damn low now can. then i was like staring at hime for some reason(i dont like him kay) then i was like, "did you have a nose job??" he went like, "NOOOO. i dont like michael jackson and i won't follow in his ways" LOL damn all these people with high bridge nose. i want also!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707995742008067807-6474311141215704366?l=those-livingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6474311141215704366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/08/whee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/6474311141215704366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/6474311141215704366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/08/whee.html' title=''/><author><name>baby bluez...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02773893695976080764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707995742008067807.post-5586488657243340593</id><published>2009-08-28T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T14:13:00.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"As we grow older, people stop caring about the significant things that once made us happy, and would still make us happy."-Jasmine Tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL you thought it was a quote from a famous person rightttt?? but it's said by me, the now 15-year old Jasmine Tan Kar Min (: haha i know you're like "whatever la, must be watching too many of xiaxue's guide to life videos right, especially the one on acting smart" haha okay maybe that's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i would like to thank everyone who sent me birthday messages(regardless of whether midnight or not, kind of in order la but jared cheated cause he send me the day before but nana send me arnd 12 (:   ) through SMS, those who wished me in school thank youuuuu (:&lt;br /&gt;-Jared&lt;br /&gt;-Nana&lt;br /&gt;-Vinise&lt;br /&gt;-Eunice LOVER&lt;br /&gt;-Evelyn&lt;br /&gt;-Jeremy Toh&lt;br /&gt;-Shareen&lt;br /&gt;-Cheryl&lt;br /&gt;-Darren&lt;br /&gt;-Kristy&lt;br /&gt;-Auntie Meiling&lt;br /&gt;-Jia Qing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND the awesomest and sweetest people who gave me presents (:&lt;br /&gt;-Nana,Jane, Adam, Evelyn, Lynn, Jeremy Toh, Hua Yeow, Joshua and Khang Siang (: you guys are seriously the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY SO HAPPY AND HIGHHHHHHHH (: and i love my cheryl mei mei also. she's the only one from team LJ that wished me, though i'm quite sad like so 22 people never wish me but it's okay, they're all busy i guess. i got so many presents, i somehow feel i don't deserve them ): but YAY i got presents!! i feel like deleting this blog, siao one. can't even post pictures so retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh going malaysia today, buy something for me and rmb sam's important to-do list. HAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707995742008067807-5586488657243340593?l=those-livingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5586488657243340593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/08/as-we-grow-older-people-stop-caring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/5586488657243340593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/5586488657243340593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/08/as-we-grow-older-people-stop-caring.html' title=''/><author><name>baby bluez...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02773893695976080764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707995742008067807.post-4036747067802305089</id><published>2009-08-19T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T21:41:09.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow okay. super long never update man. pondering about what birthday present i should give to someone. SIANNN i dunno leh. don't really know her very well &gt;.&lt; but she's super nice so i'm gonna get her a present (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently super no mood to blog. maybe i shall abandon this blog. oh well, tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707995742008067807-4036747067802305089?l=those-livingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4036747067802305089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/08/wow-okay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/4036747067802305089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/4036747067802305089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/08/wow-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>baby bluez...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02773893695976080764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707995742008067807.post-5628870461611126731</id><published>2009-08-12T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T15:46:34.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok today was boring in school as usual. and i failed both my maths by 1 mark. like wth -.- Amaths get 19/40 then Emaths also get 19/40. bek chek to the max la. then right, today suddenly felt like one whole day went by damn fast when it wasn't even 11.15 yet OMG. my sense of time all messed up like crazy one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then right, today i went with jes go buy maggi mee cook at home then when i put in the hot water then bringing out of the kitchen i go accidentally diao the thing and the whole thing spill leh. -.- headache -.- then take like super long to clean up so my brother help me go downstairs buy another bowl &gt;.&lt; waste money man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then tmr EUNICEEEEEEE maybe coming my house help me fix the upload picture thing otherwise right, my blog will be like picture-less until i'm like 80 years old. dunno why nowadays i keep using '80 years old' this phrase. like when i talking to eunice my lover today right, then she say she maybe tmr come my house then i was like, "ya, i 80 years old you still won't come lor. whole day ps me". very bored now, dunno what to do &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. SAMFOO, sorry la. don't angry with me okeh. i just joking with you only ma &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707995742008067807-5628870461611126731?l=those-livingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5628870461611126731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/08/ok-today-was-boring-in-school-as-usual.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/5628870461611126731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/5628870461611126731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/08/ok-today-was-boring-in-school-as-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>baby bluez...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02773893695976080764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707995742008067807.post-8266262600902294902</id><published>2009-08-11T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T16:32:55.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okieeee. just wanted to check whether blogger can upload pics yet so shun bian blog also. still cannot like wth. and i found out that my long-awaited SS501 concert in singapore sold out within half an hour!! madness man. i didn't even know the tickets went on sale yet -.- so pissed off. gonna try and pull some strings to get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was damn boring la i tell you. CD see other classes PW presentation. some quite shitty, like seriously.  3J one is still the best &lt;3 no, i'm not biased la. it's true lor. then physics right i fell asleep leh then kena caught by mrs chan. everytime i sleep also kena caught one lor &gt;.&lt; esp during physics. then aft sch went to KFC with gwen, HY and WL. stupid WL damn irritating. keep on disturbing me say i fat. he's like abnormally skinny still dare go say me. then josh ask em go with them one. he's the one who say want go KFC eat then in the end he cannot cause of his VB training. stupid lar. then WL go steal my $1. bully me sia &gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okeh. nothing much left to say. you know what. at first i was damn pissed off with you, pissed off until my anger slowly burned out by itsself and i even thought of forgiving you for what you did to me then you must go say stupid things that pissed me off further. dunno whether to just close one eye or be pissed off with you all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighties, tata. off to send emails to my japanese friends and taiwanese friend (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707995742008067807-8266262600902294902?l=those-livingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8266262600902294902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/08/okieeee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/8266262600902294902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/8266262600902294902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/08/okieeee.html' title=''/><author><name>baby bluez...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02773893695976080764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707995742008067807.post-5180048090679933150</id><published>2009-08-09T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T20:35:23.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY 44th BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE (: we've like reallyyyy come a super long way since back then before we had our independence (: all those other powerful big countries never dreamed we would come this far but WE DID (: SO IN YOUR FACES WHATEVER COUNTRIES YOU ARE. watched the ndp just now. did you say the pledge at 8:22pm? i tried to but i said too fast &gt;.&lt; oops. teehee. but i feel proud of singapore :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then right. i had to go tuition today like wth. so pissed off. national day still have to go tuition so mafan. then tmr holiday also need go tuition =.= nvm, anyway khang siang will be suffering with me (: HAHA. i feel damn evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE (: I LOVE YOUUUUU (:&lt;br /&gt;シンガポール誕生日おめでとう &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707995742008067807-5180048090679933150?l=those-livingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5180048090679933150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-44th-birthday-singapore-weve-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/5180048090679933150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/5180048090679933150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-44th-birthday-singapore-weve-like.html' title=''/><author><name>baby bluez...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02773893695976080764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707995742008067807.post-1199192751106907432</id><published>2009-08-07T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T15:57:33.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>national day celebration</title><content type='html'>omg, my brother is soooo annoying i swear. so pissed with him now. today celebrated national day in school and i went to the drama club's haunted house thingy. scary but it was fun screaming until my throat pain. like when you go in, you must enter when crawling and then you seriously can't see anything at all. not very fun, take my word for it. then i was holding onto yi shin's hand and she was holding evelyn's hand. mad scary la. then evelyn is the zui can one. cause she walking in front then she have to see all the ghosts and everything. then when she scream, yi shin will also scream and then i will scream. i just scream whenever someone scream cause i super scared LOL. then we can stand up alr right. then we walk a bit have to crawl again and this time got people grabbing your legs one leh. omg super freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first time someone grabbed my leg i was like "ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!1 someone grabbed my leg, someone grabbed my leg!!!!" and i started thrashing about and screaming. LOL super coward i know. but i was damn scared. and i still got scared when other people grabbed my leg after that. then good thing we met jeremy, alester and darren halfway through cause they got stuck in a jam. before me met them then have some drama people tell us to stop screaming cause we were screaming our whole way through the first part. their warning didn't help though. cause we screamed through the rest of the haunted house as well. LMAO. then stupid carissa over there kept touching me with her damn cold hands. and gabriel was just plain annoying haha. then jeremy got traumatised cause poh yee "attacked" him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when we came out together right, then alester was missing 0.0 omg he got kidnapped by the ghost for being so noisy. haha no la. he went the other way -.- then someone had to lead him out. damn funny. and jeremy and evelyn forved me to buy from their stall. and i re-blinged my phone (: it looks so prettaye.then i camwhored with gwen's camera when she was preoccupied and the pics i took with pei shan quite nice (: waiting for gwen to upload on fb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that me and imran wanted to go home together since we walking the same way then when we at the gate there he was like, "eh, want to go visit mrs simon?" so funny like so random. then we went and stayed there for like 1hr+. then talked with mrs simon about sub combis cause she wanted to help her daughter with sub combis for nxt yr then also talked about how our ex-classmates were doing. found out some shocking things from mrs simon leh o.o but p&amp;c LOL. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHHHH. still can't upload pics. my blogger acc is retarded. feel like switching back to lj but i got so many posts up here alr. dammit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707995742008067807-1199192751106907432?l=those-livingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1199192751106907432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/08/national-day-celebration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/1199192751106907432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/1199192751106907432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/08/national-day-celebration.html' title='national day celebration'/><author><name>baby bluez...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02773893695976080764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707995742008067807.post-6502078907720751072</id><published>2009-08-04T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T18:38:02.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WLLL. the other day can post pics alr but i didn't post then now -.- cannot again. so damn irritating sia. BUT finally exams are over mannnnn. and i can't type properly cause my finger have plaster =.= GAHHHHHHHH. seriously right, studying for this time the common test seriously super stress, then i broke down a few times. and i fell asleep many times during chinese exam today. evelyn saw la. then srsly can;t take it anymore so i cried a bit in class. i since last tuesday right, study until 11.30 to 12 at night then wake up 5 am in the morn to study summore. for one whole week leh! sat and sun i wake up 8 o'clock cause had to study for jap test. then sunday wake up early do work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thanks, gwen, evelyn and sam. sam send me th wedding thing super funny. go see. she linked it at my tagboard thr. then jes came over today and she felt like watching disney movies so we ate maggi mee and watched sleeping beauty, barbie and the nutcracker, and played cooking mama on my wii. super funny la when we talk about weird stuff. then i brought out the belt i bought from mere then my bro go wear. it looks super gay and it's super funny. pictures when they can be uploaded. have like a zillion pics to upload man. blogger so irritating -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707995742008067807-6502078907720751072?l=those-livingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6502078907720751072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/08/wlll.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/6502078907720751072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/6502078907720751072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/08/wlll.html' title=''/><author><name>baby bluez...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02773893695976080764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707995742008067807.post-3881502544423464979</id><published>2009-07-30T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T19:59:42.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHY?????? WHY i can't post up pics on blogger when i have like a million pics waiting patiently(or impatiently) to be posted to their glory on my blog!!! WHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHY??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i forgot to mention, i have a theory(tried and tested) that if you are like REALLY lucky and you get to sit with smart people in class, their smartness will rub off on you and YOU(yes, even you, stupid small brain. i meant the other stupid small brains in the world besides gwen cause i don't want to insult my good friend :))will become smart eventually, or it could be like really a really fast process where you will shoot up to smartness. the other day, i sat at bryan's seat cause he was absent and i was surrounded by so many smart people!! namely, jeremy toh, lynn, jane, hui xuan, corliss and samfoo. OMG am i lucky or what bryan is sick. haha :) i sound so mean but i have nothing against him, i swear. and the smartness rubbed off like really fast. i got full marks on an a-maths test i took that day! WHOOOOOOOO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today, i had PE after so many weeks. cause mr chia don't want excuse me from PE anymore if i have no MC from doctor. so had to run today but he didn't come anyways. WTH -.- but i still ran. and played frisbee in the hot sun. and sweat-ed. as you know, i have to straighten my fringe every morning(which is like really troublesome so girls who have normal hair should be thankful for their NORMAL hair. or if you have hair like jane's, you should be glad. her hair is freaking awesome.) so if it touches any form of liquid, it will curl back. and i sweat-ed during PE so it went kinda curly which pissed me off so i pinned it up. and felt like damn nerd. GAHHHHH. and i forgot to bring my spectacle case today so i had to wear my specs everywhere except for PE and recess. but i felt like a nerd too. today is  'JASMINE LOOKS NERDIER THAN USUAL' day. i wonder if there's some sickness that allows you to miss PE every lesson so you can escape the torture of running, feeling hot, sweaty and sticky. UGH. and making you smell of sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, jane and evelyn had fun during e-geog lesson tday. haha :)) i haven't been paying attention during lesson and i wonder how i'm gonna do for my CT. must study like mad and do well, especially for my LORMS question, MYE i got 2/8 marks for the LORMS question la. make me fail -.- so piss people off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tests have been rampant recently la. wednesday had 3 tests-1 physics test, 1 SS test and 1 A-maths test. then today had another A-Maths test and tmr having another maths test. MADNESS!! this sat is my jap test and i haven;t studied. wish me luck pple :)) i usually study on the test day itself though, teehee, then next MON and TUE is my CT already!! so fast! scarily mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata, gtg now. studying for my maths test tmr. good luck 3J-ians!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707995742008067807-3881502544423464979?l=those-livingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3881502544423464979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/whywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhy-why-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/3881502544423464979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/3881502544423464979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/whywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhy-why-i.html' title=''/><author><name>baby bluez...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02773893695976080764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707995742008067807.post-6489162058392336428</id><published>2009-07-27T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T21:20:42.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GAHHHHHHHHHH. i hate my freakin life i swear!! I WANT THE SUPER CHIO PASTEL PINK SAMANTHA THAVASA WALLET!! OR THE SAMANTHA VEGA SLIVER MESH ONE! ARGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH.  fking irritating i swear OMG. why don't i have enough pink chio stuff? or chio clothes? or the wallets that i want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm like throwing a major diva hissy fit now -.- so pissed off. i wantttttttt that wallet. i will use it for the rest of my life i swear. and i will love the person who buys me the wallet to death &lt;3 even if you're like super irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and blogger still can't post pics. i have so many that i want to post can?? so irritating. but at least the 'new post' page looks better. want to eat shaker fries today :D i miss them like mad. super nice.i'm gonna miss gwen, josh &amp; zac when they go overseas study next time :( and i received the same message from like cheryl, GG and KJ. something about friendship stuff. chain SMSes suck man. big time. i wanna go japan or australia man. and samantha thavasa has a cell phone too! it's freaking chio i swear. i'll give up anything to get it man. i love samantha thavasa and samantha vega &lt;3 i wanna go to their store when i go japan again &lt;3 dunno whether my mum will buy for me though. their stuff is like burberry's kind of pricing? few hundred bucks for 1 bag. like $400++ and 1 wallet about 100/200++. i just realised i'm quite expensive to maintain. my poor parents :( I love you mummy &amp; daddy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707995742008067807-6489162058392336428?l=those-livingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6489162058392336428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/gahhhhhhhhhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/6489162058392336428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/6489162058392336428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/gahhhhhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>baby bluez...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02773893695976080764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707995742008067807.post-5292714254744379072</id><published>2009-07-23T19:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T19:46:33.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eclipse.</title><content type='html'>super bored today. yawned my whole way through sch today luh. OMG. so unglam. and cheryl right, OMG. when i waiting with her and glynnis for jes to come out from her maths remedial, keep on taking candid pics of me leh(ok, i started it first) but i got REVENGE. LMAO. i took super a lot of candid pics of her. WANNA SEEEEEEEEE??? *evil grin* TEEHEE. and Kai Jie called me fat today. yu-hsuan too. GRRRR. i know i'm fat but no need say out loud right!! and zi xuan. omg so annoying, i swear. i sat on his seat when i went up to 3F and then he made me get off his seat and then!! he don't want sit on his chair cause i sat on it just now&gt;:( pissed off man. EH kristy, pei me eat pepper lunch on sat before jap class la :)) PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEE with a cherry on top :D i know you dieting but pei me eat la :) cause i have a random but super big craving for pepper lunch black pepper beef rice :)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and OMG go see the 1/9 picture kazuki put up on facebook. wait, i go grab from him and put here. have like 59 comments on that pic la. shld be 60 by now, since belle should have replied to my comment. everyone's socks so high man. super funny. then sean tham was like, "high socks rocks :D". haha funny like mad. okay just dl-ed midnight sun on my phone and i think i prefer twilight leh. edward's thoughts are like cheem-er and more boring. haha maybe vampires are like that. and then ytd had cg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL me, grace and shareen camwhored like mad. shareen kept insisting we use flash! eww. hate flash so i won't post any photos with flash up. jk LOL. like 98% is flash one lor. and i look damn nerd cause i pin up my fringe. i at home ma!! AND OMGOMGOMG i missed the solar eclipse ytd!! the longest solar eclipse so far for the entire 21st century! and i missed it. i can just whack myself right now. seriously. but i saw it on TV though. it was frickin awesome!! but singapore can't really see anyways so i'm a bit more comforted. next jan we're having another one!! and we can see about 30% of it in singapore. WHOO! and then right, i was watching the news ytd. shanghai supposed to see th full solar eclipse but it got blocked by thunderclouds. wth man -.- then got those geographers or whatever travel all the way to shanghai from their ang moh country and they can;t get to see -.- sad la! so waste their effort. i'm gonna see it next year no matter what!! ytd i didn't wake up early enough&gt;.&lt; forgot the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: blogger got problem. the 'new post' page like weird weird one. then don't have the button to upload pics. anyone else having this problem? tried using all 3 of my coms and all the same -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707995742008067807-5292714254744379072?l=those-livingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5292714254744379072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/super-bored-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/5292714254744379072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/5292714254744379072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/super-bored-today.html' title='eclipse.'/><author><name>baby bluez...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02773893695976080764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707995742008067807.post-3378719057836117934</id><published>2009-07-22T13:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T13:48:45.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new blogskin &amp; URL</title><content type='html'>finally unlocked my blog uh. many days nvr blog already hor.cause of some serious things that happened but not going to say HAHA. like my new blogskinnnnnn?? so nice right. a bit lazy to post racial harmony day pics and some other pics butttt, they're all up on facebook!! go see hor. i need to go tag people ask them to relink me. haha YOU relink me also kay. thank you :)) and taggggggggggg &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707995742008067807-3378719057836117934?l=those-livingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3378719057836117934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-blogskin-url.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/3378719057836117934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/3378719057836117934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-blogskin-url.html' title='new blogskin &amp; URL'/><author><name>baby bluez...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02773893695976080764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707995742008067807.post-3291527448194913485</id><published>2009-07-14T18:52:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T19:47:29.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if only there was trust.</title><content type='html'>LOL. today mrs kuek nvr come for english lesson then mr ng took over -.- so boring so we started making up random rumours about who likes who. and jeremy took this damn artistic photo of meeeeeeee. haha so happy. and evelyn seemed damn happy i brought my cam LOL. then she was supposed to come my house but cause he got distracted by the playground and started playing there... then she had to go :( AWWWW. many pictures coming up :)) ANNOYING COPYCATS. LOL haha felt like saying that.gah. still have so many pics to upload. on fb la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let the pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/Slx1bjWHREI/AAAAAAAAARg/79wt92YsQjo/s1600-h/IMG_2053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/Slx1bjWHREI/AAAAAAAAARg/79wt92YsQjo/s400/IMG_2053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358286772868957250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/Slx1bbeA92I/AAAAAAAAARY/b6DFH3tSA1M/s1600-h/IMG_2052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/Slx1bbeA92I/AAAAAAAAARY/b6DFH3tSA1M/s400/IMG_2052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358286770754615138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/Slx1a2WpK0I/AAAAAAAAARQ/f4U-ihvzCBo/s1600-h/IMG_2051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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WHOO. one of the happiest days of my life. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, my friends told me that they can't stand her too. LMAO. 1 person make so many enemies mann. we didn't even know that we hated the same person. you know why they hate her? cause she go copy them. COPYCAT WITH NO ORIGINALITY AT ALL. and she still there deny although she copy like 3 of my friends. so irritating.please. you think they so free ar? gang up fabricate stories about you. LOL.stop delusioning  yourself. you did something wrong means you did it. do go and deny which will make people even more pissed. and still there go badmouth my friends. WTV. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha :)) such a happy day. finally said what i wanted to say for many years already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707995742008067807-2717236027799897571?l=those-livingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2717236027799897571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-veryyyyy-happy-today-haha-i-found.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/2717236027799897571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/2717236027799897571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-veryyyyy-happy-today-haha-i-found.html' title=''/><author><name>baby bluez...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02773893695976080764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707995742008067807.post-4504557537114622605</id><published>2009-07-09T19:23:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T13:19:55.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was damn awesome haha :)) damn kan cheong for e geog presentation but it went really well. and KJ made me laugh like mad during presentation. gah. so unglam. i think we can score quite high uh. but today i argued with samfoo over something damn stupid but it's okay alr. but i was really sad when i thought that we won't be friends like for the rest of the day and we would be so awkward when we go for our SL later today. but i apologised thru SMS cause i scared talk to her haha :X i'm such a coward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then lynn, darren and KS tried to make us okay again, then when we were in the canteen she went behind a wall with lynn and called me on my hp and apologized :) so sweet. haha :)) felt so happy and felt like hugging her LOL but i didn't cause she will cfm scold me de. then after sch sam and darren went to eat and then we taxi-ed down to chinatown point thr, where the club rainbow is. met the lady in charge for a while to pass her the money and take some pics. then camwhored there for quite a while then went to central the BK eat. haha :)) then the woman cheat my feelings uh. i ordered turkey bacon single then she made me order the student meal and gave me a swiss mushroom burger!!! i wanted to eat turkey bacon eh. then darren tell me eat until a little bit left then tell them i just realised i was eating th wrong burger LOL. then we saw this two ang moh guys a bit older than us then i tell samfoo compare height with them cause they were freaking tall(but quite handsome also uh xD) then they suddenly left LOL then samfoo say cause she too tall for them. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah many many pics to upload man. i took lotsa funny pics too. but only can upload some cause the rest were requested not to be uploaded. but i can keep them for my own entertainment HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SlXV79ZinMI/AAAAAAAAAMw/rejA5lR-Eno/s1600-h/IMG_1940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SlXXhCyzAhI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ekupKov_kF0/s400/IMG_1963.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356424294512656914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SlXXg8rpVkI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/2XxHye70Cz8/s1600-h/IMG_1961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SlXXg8rpVkI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/2XxHye70Cz8/s400/IMG_1961.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356424292872050242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SlXXgr15fwI/AAAAAAAAAOI/0NYS5yedZ9w/s1600-h/IMG_1959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SlXXgr15fwI/AAAAAAAAAOI/0NYS5yedZ9w/s400/IMG_1959.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356424288351649538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SlXYaycLVEI/AAAAAAAAAP4/VE6PfpFmIOM/s1600-h/IMG_1984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SlXYaycLVEI/AAAAAAAAAP4/VE6PfpFmIOM/s400/IMG_1984.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356425286555227202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SlXYal7uRCI/AAAAAAAAAPw/2gd5WNgcYhQ/s1600-h/IMG_1983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SlXYal7uRCI/AAAAAAAAAPw/2gd5WNgcYhQ/s400/IMG_1983.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356425283197879330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SlXYaVMVuHI/AAAAAAAAAPo/TMrFvgtJrmo/s1600-h/IMG_1982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SlXYaVMVuHI/AAAAAAAAAPo/TMrFvgtJrmo/s400/IMG_1982.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356425278704171122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SlXYaK2Qc1I/AAAAAAAAAPg/roxQHFTIx6c/s1600-h/IMG_1981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SlXYaK2Qc1I/AAAAAAAAAPg/roxQHFTIx6c/s400/IMG_1981.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356425275927196498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SlXYZ_5FRYI/AAAAAAAAAPY/JJ7MBdnP2oc/s1600-h/IMG_1980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SlXYZ_5FRYI/AAAAAAAAAPY/JJ7MBdnP2oc/s400/IMG_1980.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356425272986256770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SlXYChkFXFI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Q8AtGL1X1gs/s1600-h/IMG_1981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SlXYChkFXFI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Q8AtGL1X1gs/s400/IMG_1981.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356424869708127314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SlXYCam5j3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/sU-NWdFOGds/s1600-h/IMG_1981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SlXYCam5j3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/sU-NWdFOGds/s400/IMG_1981.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356424867840888690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SlXYCLJdWQI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MYfh2Pvwx20/s1600-h/IMG_1980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SlXYCLJdWQI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MYfh2Pvwx20/s400/IMG_1980.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356424863690873090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SlXYB2qTd8I/AAAAAAAAAO4/pQWduIWWVCk/s1600-h/IMG_1977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SlXYB2qTd8I/AAAAAAAAAO4/pQWduIWWVCk/s400/IMG_1977.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356424858191493058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SlXYBuUlIRI/AAAAAAAAAOw/mMFvet02ZX8/s1600-h/IMG_1968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SlXYBuUlIRI/AAAAAAAAAOw/mMFvet02ZX8/s400/IMG_1968.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356424855952892178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SlXY94umSJI/AAAAAAAAAQg/ob43o7oyDrE/s1600-h/IMG_2005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SlXY94umSJI/AAAAAAAAAQg/ob43o7oyDrE/s400/IMG_2005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356425889538525330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SlXY9syuDFI/AAAAAAAAAQY/aVmT9kuqsyg/s1600-h/IMG_2004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SlXY9syuDFI/AAAAAAAAAQY/aVmT9kuqsyg/s400/IMG_2004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356425886334585938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SlXY9U3zFjI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/bnuNSSKMOlg/s1600-h/IMG_1995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SlXY9U3zFjI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/bnuNSSKMOlg/s400/IMG_1995.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356425879913436722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SlXY9HTp80I/AAAAAAAAAQI/t_zh1DkungA/s1600-h/IMG_1992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SlXY9HTp80I/AAAAAAAAAQI/t_zh1DkungA/s400/IMG_1992.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356425876272182082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SlXY85Sfc8I/AAAAAAAAAQA/XatnrJW3rsU/s1600-h/IMG_1985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SlXY85Sfc8I/AAAAAAAAAQA/XatnrJW3rsU/s400/IMG_1985.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356425872509203394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SlXZc0YC3cI/AAAAAAAAARI/sgtEdoRYlGg/s1600-h/IMG_2018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SlXZc0YC3cI/AAAAAAAAARI/sgtEdoRYlGg/s400/IMG_2018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356426420946132418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SlXZcBMDVQI/AAAAAAAAARA/5iTIpQxZg9w/s1600-h/IMG_2019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SlXZcBMDVQI/AAAAAAAAARA/5iTIpQxZg9w/s400/IMG_2019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356426407205623042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SlXZbm089HI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/lDgzG8QQQHI/s1600-h/IMG_2011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SlXZbm089HI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/lDgzG8QQQHI/s400/IMG_2011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356426400129414258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SlXZbezS0cI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ApJ2wu0hrek/s1600-h/IMG_2010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SlXZbezS0cI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ApJ2wu0hrek/s400/IMG_2010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356426397974974914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SlXZbFOx56I/AAAAAAAAAQo/KKf-o_G6Xbs/s1600-h/IMG_2007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SlXZbFOx56I/AAAAAAAAAQo/KKf-o_G6Xbs/s400/IMG_2007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356426391110936482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i know look quite unglam in some pictures but i actually very glam one. LOL :X just kidding. it' okay to look unglam. makes me look more human, righttt??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707995742008067807-4504557537114622605?l=those-livingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4504557537114622605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-was-damn-awesome-haha-damn-kan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/4504557537114622605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/4504557537114622605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-was-damn-awesome-haha-damn-kan.html' title=''/><author><name>baby bluez...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02773893695976080764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SlXV79ZinMI/AAAAAAAAAMw/rejA5lR-Eno/s72-c/IMG_1940.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707995742008067807.post-2623801450719530039</id><published>2009-07-06T15:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T15:15:28.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's raining again today. like, right now. somehow i like it. the air feels so cool and refreshing now, reminds me of the time i was in Japan with Team LJ. i think some people are having problems with blogger. like uploading the pictures and stuff so yup. i think i have to use photobucket for the time being. so damn annoying. if photobucket can't work for me then i'm gonna go mad o.o so freaking irritating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so bored~~~ and i haven't do my tuition work yet, GAHHHHH. cherie i miss you ): happy belated birthday. i fee so tempted to do something mad right now. like just calling someone, make plans that very second and then just do my make-up and everything in a rush and ZOOM out the house. and skip tuition lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the $160 chiochio dress:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.11NXC/bHQ9MTI*Njg2NDMyODE2NiZwdD*xMjQ2ODY*Mzg4NTI2JnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmdD*mb2Y9MA==.gif" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s261.photobucket.com/albums/ii61/kawaiiangel28/?action=view&amp;current=p0615466606-item-7590xf2x0400x0600-.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii61/kawaiiangel28/p0615466606-item-7590xf2x0400x0600-.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707995742008067807-2623801450719530039?l=those-livingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2623801450719530039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/photobucket.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/2623801450719530039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/2623801450719530039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/photobucket.html' title=''/><author><name>baby bluez...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02773893695976080764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707995742008067807.post-3012072831365889209</id><published>2009-07-06T10:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T10:21:42.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i shouldn't have woke up this morning. i wish i could never wake up again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707995742008067807-3012072831365889209?l=those-livingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3012072831365889209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-shouldnt-have-woke-up-this-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/3012072831365889209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/3012072831365889209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-shouldnt-have-woke-up-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>baby bluez...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02773893695976080764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707995742008067807.post-3136479829759717571</id><published>2009-07-04T11:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T11:16:58.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JoBro getting married?!</title><content type='html'>wow. woke up like 10 something this morning and immediately rushed for the com. ytd heard on the radio that one of the JoBros were getting married and asked jes to help me check it out cause well. wanted to make sure it wasn't joe plus i was sleeping sop i couldn't use the com. to my shock, jes told me it was joe!!! omg. felt like dying but when i checked this morning, it was kevinnnnnnnnnn. LOL. aiya as long as it's not joe, he has my best wishes. ytd me and kristy had this damn funny convo about JJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me,i just found out that JJ had minor plastic surgery. so did the whole of DBSK.they say HJ also had leh. but only to remove hsi really bad eyebags. i should've believed my mom when she told me that 10/10 koreans have had plastic surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i saw this reallyyy cute dress just now.but it's damn ex like $160?? i'll post the pic but no snatching. i saw it first!! sorry. i get really excited when it comes to really cute clothes. this is damn cute, i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit:fuckk. blogger got problem so i can't upload the images. another day then~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707995742008067807-3136479829759717571?l=those-livingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3136479829759717571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/jobro-getting-married.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/3136479829759717571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/3136479829759717571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/jobro-getting-married.html' title='JoBro getting married?!'/><author><name>baby bluez...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02773893695976080764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707995742008067807.post-6699024171461217610</id><published>2009-07-03T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T21:28:19.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MJ R.I.P</title><content type='html'>i know this is a little late. the king of pop has left this world but his music will forever stay with us. from the young 5-year-old boy who was adored by the world to the king of pop who recently left us. you were the one who dared to be different but people rewarded you by calling you names. by labelling you as "weird", according to society's standards. only now after you have left us, people realised that they have taken your music for granted. they realise how you have made an impact in the lives of people all around the world. you have finally got the recognition you deserved. R.I.P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707995742008067807-6699024171461217610?l=those-livingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6699024171461217610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/mj-rip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/6699024171461217610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/6699024171461217610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/mj-rip.html' title='MJ R.I.P'/><author><name>baby bluez...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02773893695976080764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707995742008067807.post-3288692114444544595</id><published>2009-07-03T13:55:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T14:04:27.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unwanted rag doll</title><content type='html'>today was fine. but seemed really long even though sch ended at like 12 someth. but had 1 double period of physics early in the morning. and then 2 triple periods after that. GAHHH. i hate triple periods. been wearing a bandage to sch for one week and so many people asked. thanks you for your concern &lt;3 i love you guys. nothing really much to talk about today,i'm not in the mood to either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wondering...why can't someone just notice how i feel and extend a helping hand?? because i just don't fit in anywhere right. just flitting from here to there and no one ever considers my feelings. no matter how hard i try to help or make them laugh, everyone just takes me for granted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever, fed up of being used and thrown aside. ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707995742008067807-3288692114444544595?l=those-livingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3288692114444544595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-was-fine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/3288692114444544595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/3288692114444544595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-was-fine.html' title='unwanted rag doll'/><author><name>baby bluez...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02773893695976080764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707995742008067807.post-1572600929624859130</id><published>2009-07-02T16:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T13:21:58.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rain falling down.</title><content type='html'>today was uh. okay la. haha :)) took class photo today. think i look like shit man. then wanted to stand w/ evelyn and samfoo then the stupid photographer don't let me. what the shittttttt. then omg during english me, sam and josh laugh until want to die. sam was the worst la. laugh until she need to go toilet xD then kai jie la. we were learning about oral and all the articulation, blah blah blah. then out of nowhere, kai jie started reading the passage in this fake angmoh voice and drag the words summore. funny like mad, i swear.can go ask sam and josh. then after kj read finish uh, he say he will get full marks, even mrs kuek also laugh at his fake angmoh-ish voice. but the tape was so racist la. the ang mohs get high marks then they make the asian singaporean like read until damn laoya then he get low low marks -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then e geog was damn slack.first 15 mins was settling down and giving some sort of like intro? i think. mrs quek dunno talking about our project. thenw e got i our groups supposed to discuss but we alr did it long time ago so slacked and played with gloriane's chicken heart which she got from bio. supposed to dissect. it was freaking gross. then 5 mins get into mixed groups and then another 15-20 mins go outside of e classroom and discuss some stuff. but me, my lover(eunice tan), evelyn and amanda lau ended up talking about random stuff like plastic surgery and micheal jackson. evelyn said he looks like a poodle. haha (: so funny. then she amanda said that everyone wants to looks like MJ and then evelyn seemed quite distraught and said everyone will end up looking like a poodle. random huh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707995742008067807-1572600929624859130?l=those-livingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1572600929624859130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/rain-falling-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/1572600929624859130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/1572600929624859130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/rain-falling-down.html' title='rain falling down.'/><author><name>baby bluez...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02773893695976080764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707995742008067807.post-5806042470773388905</id><published>2009-07-01T18:14:00.028+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T13:23:00.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new blogskin~</title><content type='html'>omg. took a zillion freaking years to edit my new blogskin. niceeeeeeeeeee right? but my archive can't see. so retarded. sorry. have to wait till i get a new blogskin to fix that. this one is temp cause i downloaded gazillions of blogskins but i can't find a perfect one! OMG. so annoying. so i stuck with this cause i reallyyyyyy like it :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;registered for my IC today. i went to the hall at 1.45 and left at like 2.50?? wl damn long sia. but finally managed to get my hair cut today :DD but i scared like go school then people say not nice. i layered and trimmed like 1 inch. LOL. but still looks quite thick. GAHH. hate my hair. i want hair like jane's. so nice uh. natural waves. WL. life is unfair. ugh. shit. haven't do homework yet. Oh darren. thanks uh. for helping me with the homework thing :)) quite lazy type summore cause i wanna update my private blog :)) supposed to invite samfoo and jeremy toh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. and joseph laughed at me when he saw my injured leg. -.- stupid. then mr bakar today damn bad. i was unwrapping my bandage then he walked by as i was rewrapping it. then he said, "ee, jasmine. why you unwrap here? so smelly..." LOL damn bad right. no smell okeh. i was wearing flip flops. why will have smell -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know what, i saw samfoo's IC picture. OMG damnnnnn cuteeeeeee. ahaha. i also saw jes one -.- i take and look when she wasn't around. sorry jes &gt;.&lt; haha but very cuteeeeee. eee why mine so not nice de. everyone de so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k sian alr. dunno what else to say. BYEEEEEE~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707995742008067807-5806042470773388905?l=those-livingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5806042470773388905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/omg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/5806042470773388905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/5806042470773388905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/omg.html' title='new blogskin~'/><author><name>baby bluez...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02773893695976080764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707995742008067807.post-1038042035616185810</id><published>2009-06-30T17:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T13:23:47.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HIIII :DDD just finished my lunch. at 5 something LOL. i started eating lunch arnd 4.30? i think i've decided. i shall go layer only. maybe trim. cause people haven't been giving me constructive advice. like jes and samfoo. tell me cut as short as samfoo's. SIAO. my hair will go like BOOM and become like some afro on my head luh. LOL. then eunice tan never say how i should cut and end up telling me about how some people have the "moth" ponytail. LOL. very funny leh. haven't ask kristy yet though. and today i didn't cut :( i wanna faster make my hair chio-er. LOL. hahah xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go shopping mannnn. today my lover promised me tt she would go with me go bugis street and haji lane/arab street. better keep your promise ar. tell me when you have money hor. and when you free. should we jio people go? haha or only 2 of us? oh, mdm wong rocksssss. she gave us like another week extension for our holiday homework. we love you mama wong :)) then she was omg, so funny today. she started telling us about her hamster that hasn't been bathed in 2 years. haha :)then she say her son keep on holding the dirty hamster and stuff. LOL. she scared later bathe it then it will drown. or later never dry then it will become sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know ytd was damnnnn disgusting. like shit, i promise. i came home from school and lunch with jes ytd. like around 3.15, then i saw this like slimy greyish thing on the floor uh. all covered in ants. damn a lot of ants crawling about. then upon closer inspection, i thought it was a piece of raw sotong or something like that. then my bro saw and told me it was a dead lizard. WTH. A DEAD LIZARD!!!! and i went so close to look at it summore. it was like lying on its back so couldn't see that it was a lizard.soon after, i sprayed the entire kitchen with the insect spray. they died. MUAHAHAHAHAHA. the ants la. the lizard alr dead.DAMN GROSS RIGHT. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haix, my IC photo damn ugly leh. feel like re-taking but damn lazy. nvm la. just like how my ex-link card photo is ugly but i also hardly look at it anyways. xDD i'll just take it with a pinch of salt(NaCl). haha :)) and i love my class :)) PLEASE CONT. READING MY BLOG KAYYS. EVEN THO NOW NO PICS CAUSE NVR GO OUT SINCE SCH STARTED. AND NO CHANCE TO BRING THE CAM OUT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk, byeeeeeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707995742008067807-1038042035616185810?l=those-livingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1038042035616185810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/06/hiiii-ddd-just-finished-my-lunch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/1038042035616185810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/1038042035616185810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/06/hiiii-ddd-just-finished-my-lunch.html' title=''/><author><name>baby bluez...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02773893695976080764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707995742008067807.post-1393137852414620214</id><published>2009-06-29T15:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T13:25:22.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shine it down :))</title><content type='html'>today the weather was good right :)) like windy and stuff :)) melikes. makes me feel somehow that i am in some other cool country. so diff from norm singapore weather righttttt. omg first day of school i wanna die already!!! i am so freaking traumatised can :( and i had to wear a bandage and slippers to school today. cause my ankle got more swollen :((((( and painful. then ms tan asked me bout my leg today. haha i think she pities me. cause my experience was like damn painful. falling down on bus steps. ands injuring both legs. hua yeow is so unsympathetic lor. laugh damn loud when he first saw my leg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why school start everyone all cut hair. so many ppl cut bangs. i think bangs don't suit everyone leh. go see Kris from S factor as an example :)) haha, she looks funny with bangs. i think she other hairstyle will look nicer luh. and gwen disturbed me bout my leg :(( when i was eating lunch, but kinda funny la.i think i wanna go cut hair soon. kip on postponing uh. help me people!!! i cfm want to cut thin/layer but should i don't trim the length or cut until quite short. like evelyn's hair. only a bit longer. HELPPPPPP. i can't decide. a bit unwilling to cut my long hair but i want to try something diff but no bangs!!! otherwise will just be like all the other many girls in my sch tt cut bangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urm. let's seeeeee. went with jes to eat japanese food aft sch... it was nice uh. but aft i eat i very full~~~~ ah. getting fat, i know. oh, which reminds me of something. last saturday kristy gave me this raspberry bar thingy that was omg damn freaking gross. but it's for people who are on diet :DD thanks for the thought :DDD but aft eating the bar we snacked on really sinful and super oily toffee from US and chips. haha kinda counters our eating the disgusting bar though. then jes was damnnn funny todayyyy. she ps tell me someth so she type out type until damn long. 6 pages!!! then i was like guessing what she was typing. stuff like "omg, your mum arranged a marriage for you! ah! arranged marriage!!!" and also like "OMG, you went steady with someone!!" and the last was "*gasp* you got H1N1  and you're like typing me your will now!!!" then she went, "ya, and i have decided to give jasmine my toilet bowl, you want or not?" then i went, "nah. not unless it's pink" then she replied "ya, it's pink" then is said i wanted and she called me a CHEAPO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then today, hmm. me and jes recess not same timing so i went with lynn and samfoo. then we joined gwen, sam, hy,wl, joshua,amanda then later felicia, evelyn and jane joined us. haha~ kinda like a 3J gathering.AND JEREMY TOH!!! HELP US SELL THE PINS KAY :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help with the hair thing kay :)) cause i wanna go cut tmr. and tagggggggggg &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707995742008067807-1393137852414620214?l=those-livingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1393137852414620214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-weather-was-good-right-like-windy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/1393137852414620214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/1393137852414620214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-weather-was-good-right-like-windy.html' title='shine it down :))'/><author><name>baby bluez...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02773893695976080764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707995742008067807.post-2113211977613064232</id><published>2009-06-28T19:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T19:13:33.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHH~ i got so many things i wanna say mannnnnn. but dunno if i should say here leh. aiya just say la hor. this is like not accusing anyone la. just saying what i feel. Like holidays we didn't really talk and never go out at all. like, i somehow feel quite distant from you uh. sort of like you don't want to share that much with me anymore? then that's sad. I REALLY LOVE YOU AS A FREIND LA &lt;3 i'm serious. but we become more distant alr? i guess. like i don't really know. you don't want to do stuff with me anymore or you just lazy to ask me out. uh. if you know it's you then good lor. but i still love you~~~~haha. not les.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SS501 is like!!!! OMG the freaking best!!!!! i love them. actually, only Hyunjoongie but i like their songs. and the other members are okay la. Hyunjoon is awesome too :) like mischievious kind of cuteness &lt;3 but cuteness nonetheless. WANNA MOVE TO JAPAN/KOREA SO BAD!!! to see them uh.SS501 has given me a reason to live~~~~~ and DBSK too~~~ such beautiful people actually exist~~~AHH. i'm going crazy. everytime i talk about them with kristy or jes right, i'm like smiling like some mad person. hyunjoongie has me head over heels in love with him ;)) ah. i love ryosuke and jaejoongie too :DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH. need to go chiong my work. byebye~~~  :DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707995742008067807-2113211977613064232?l=those-livingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2113211977613064232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/06/ahhh-i-got-so-many-things-i-wanna-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/2113211977613064232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/2113211977613064232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/06/ahhh-i-got-so-many-things-i-wanna-say.html' title=''/><author><name>baby bluez...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02773893695976080764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707995742008067807.post-6473128650925196443</id><published>2009-06-27T22:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T22:42:11.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SS501~</title><content type='html'>OMGOMGOMG. i've fallen even more in love~ with SS501 &lt;3 i'm crazy about them, seriously. especially hyun joongie &lt;3 i found out this damn good news but i shan't say it. CAUSE I'M DAMN SELFISH AND MEAN. TOO BAD :) ah. just wanted to fangirl for a while. LOVE THEM!! like seriously. BYE~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707995742008067807-6473128650925196443?l=those-livingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6473128650925196443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/06/ss501.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/6473128650925196443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/6473128650925196443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/06/ss501.html' title='SS501~'/><author><name>baby bluez...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02773893695976080764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707995742008067807.post-8508924111369751671</id><published>2009-06-27T12:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T13:27:46.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh man. hey, did any of you receive the letter that say you need to take IC photo by 1st July? i never get leh. OMG. damn scared xD huh. life quite boring nowadays. nothing to do mann. no one to entertain me already by badmouthing about me or whatever. boring sia. OMG you know i just watched the Shan and Rozz show then they interviewed this 16 year old pure ang moh guy. not mixed or anything. he's like a natural blonde uh. then he live in singapore for 9 years alr and he's singlish is damn powerful. more powerful than shan's LOL. even though shan is a PR. and is part ang moh only. anyways, he is damnn hot. like seriously. his singlish very powerful but seems a bit weird when coming from ang moh. and he can speak chinese also. pro la. i wonder of his chinese is like better than mine since he stayed in china for 2 years before? OMG so diu lian. then his china the schoolmates call him "jin fa"!! so funny uh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND just found out from kristy that F.T Island is in singapore!!! like right now. they're performing at st. james power station today but like $100 per ticket man. ex uh. but if DBSK then i don't mind paying. seeing them in person is like DAMNNNNNN worth it can. see them on movie screen can happy until want to faint alr. summore they only on the movie screen for less than 1 min. DBSK COME SINGAPORE K~ nothing really interesting happened recently so nothing to talk about. OH. micheal jackson died the other day. kinda sad.&lt;br /&gt;oh, just remembered. the other day i was talking to my friend then he said i never buy bdae present for him so i said i will buy for him food then he said that he don't want cause he's like training in the gym and stuff then i ask him to just eat slimming pills cause that's what i'm gonna do. haha. then he tell me don't take later i get virus o.o funny right. virus like get i dunno, H1N1 virus? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SkWdaMwlu2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/Mf1auYM7enI/s1600-h/images-2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SkWdaMwlu2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/Mf1auYM7enI/s400/images-2.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351856805626887010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707995742008067807-8508924111369751671?l=those-livingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8508924111369751671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/8508924111369751671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/8508924111369751671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>baby bluez...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02773893695976080764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SkWdaMwlu2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/Mf1auYM7enI/s72-c/images-2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707995742008067807.post-1294347290284852887</id><published>2009-06-25T13:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T18:46:00.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>facade.</title><content type='html'>somehow, my feelings are hurt.&lt;br /&gt;なんか,いたいです.わたしのこころが.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707995742008067807-1294347290284852887?l=those-livingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1294347290284852887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/06/facade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/1294347290284852887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/1294347290284852887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/06/facade.html' title='facade.'/><author><name>baby bluez...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02773893695976080764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707995742008067807.post-4497498041704319542</id><published>2009-06-24T14:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T13:29:24.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aiya eunice tan, relax la. save your number alr xD haha. "who are you?" x2 today, hmm. didn't do much. morning got woken up by Mr. Bakar's phone call. he's like super funny la. he's like so contradictory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MB:"Hello, is this Jasmine? i'm mr.bakar"&lt;br /&gt;J:"hello.yes."&lt;br /&gt;MB:you still sleeping ar?"&lt;br /&gt;J:"ya."&lt;br /&gt;MB:"aiyo, Jasmine, now what time already? almost 10 o'clock! faster wake up!"&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;MB:"ok, remember to tell your parents ar. Go back to sleep now."&lt;br /&gt;J:"...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. first ask me wake up then ask me go sleep. he say want to talk to my mum but he say he just ask me pass msg. i thought i in trouble sia o.o &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was like seriously &gt;.&lt; before i went out. supposed to meet kristy at 10.45 then i woke up at 8 cause i want to shower first then i ended up wasting a lot of time reading my book. haha (: then after shower still have to blow dry my hair uh. and then o.o my fringe refused to become straighter. crimp dunno how many times still liddat. GAHHH. hate my #&amp;(@&amp;*$^$@_!*()(&amp;#(* hair.so had to use the hair straightening serum and it actually worked! for the first time in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching ryusei no kizuna. i watch the second time still very niceeeee. haha (: don't think i'll be going out anymore this week. today having cell group, tmr have physics lesson and friday going to work (: maybe i'll drag my mum to far east to buy me stuff. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707995742008067807-4497498041704319542?l=those-livingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4497498041704319542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/06/aiya-eunice-tan-relax-la.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/4497498041704319542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/4497498041704319542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/06/aiya-eunice-tan-relax-la.html' title=''/><author><name>baby bluez...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02773893695976080764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707995742008067807.post-1590215172815579759</id><published>2009-06-23T18:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T17:20:40.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOL. been updating everyday man. everyday also have pictures including today~ went out to watch dance subaru today with kristy. haha. she's damn funny man :)) and weird o.o met at 10.45 at mrt station, then train-ed to AMK and went AMK hub. went to buy tickets and ate pepper lunch for lunch. my first time eating. nice man~ then there were potted plants there so we took pics to make it seem like the plant is growing out of our heads. LOL. then after the show, went shopping and went to this cheap looking store and tried on weird and outrageous clothes. kristy didn't. she wanted to try on this horrendous looking metallic pink bandage skirt but the lady said we couldn't try. AWW. but i tried on this ugly two-coloured glittery mini pants that were freaking stretchable. ugly like mad. but can't really see it clearly in the pic though. then stopped by bugis on our way back and went to see the sneaker wedges. like $70 la! don't tell you where it's from, later you go buy then no more size for me and kristy. then we ate beard papa's cream puff. damn nice. i like few months nvr eat alr, i miss it~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then during the show we were making fun of the japanese man and his funny english in the movie. kept imitating him. we could even like put our legs up on the chairs in front of us la. the whole freaking row only us. then we were like making so much noise. laughing, crying, speaking funny english and squealing when DBSK got like 10 seconds of screen time in the movie. it's so exhilarating to see them on a ginormous screen. especially the close-ups of jaejoong and his perfect face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SkCzPc7LA7I/AAAAAAAAAH8/tyZeaQcohVg/s1600-h/IMG_1870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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ONE WHOLE WEEK NEVER POST. EXACTLY ONE WEEK ONLY THEN SHE POST. LOL~ aww. don't be angry D: &lt;br /&gt;anyways, jes. update more often and TAGGG :DDD same goes for everyone who's reading this :D my tagboard in all dusty alr, so long no one tag D: waiting for nana to bathe then go econ buy drink~ i'm so thirsty. right now i'm re-watching ryusei no kizuna. LOL 2 JE guys and one japanese actress. erika toda is damn pretty, not fair. she just had this cecil mcbee fashion style bok out summore. in my seventeen magazine. their clothes quite nice but it's pretty branded so it's quite ex la. I WANT JUICY COUTURE FLIP-FLOPS!!!! but they're like $120 a pair. for one pair of flip-flops. but so prettaye :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, on to my day. suckish. went for physics at like 8am and finish around 12.30 with only 10mins of break throughout the 4 and a half hours. and someone like fell asleep right in front of mrs chan and she didn't notice at all. WTFFF. and then she saw my buay tahan face which lasted like only 2 seconds and ask me, "Why Jasmine? can't stand it already ar?" good thing i thought quickly and gave her an excuse. LOL. scary sia. damn boring la omg. then today i forgot to bring my house key 0.0 so i alr reach home then my brother say he got maths trail until 6 o clock like wth. ytd night he say 12 then finish sch alr leh. os i had to walk all the way back to primary school and take the key from the security guard -.- gonna have many pics today cause i brought the cammie to school. 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D: i'm damn grumpy now cause both my legs are painful like shit. i waited with KJ and jeremy damn long for the bus to go back today and when i wanted to get on i tripped and scraped my leg. now it's stinging like nobody's business. and i twisted my other ankle. and the KJ and jeremy who got in front of me didn't even noticed as i limped to sit down. clueless like siao -.- like now my legs both hurt like mad, and i still had to go for a trail walk this morning. with my relatives like wth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people's both legs injured and seriously no one seems to care. i was damn bored during the trail and even had to entertain myself by naming insects. LOL the first 1 was called, wormy. 2nd 1 called wormu, and 3rd 1 called wormeda. then omg walked for dunno how many freaking hours was damn tired and my parents said i could skip jap class~ but i went~ cause i didn't want kristy to feel lonely :D aww i'm such a good friend :DDDDD then we swapped jap mags. she lent me cutie,popteen and seventeen :D hopefully we'll get out permanent teacher soon. this tchr the teaching style is damn weird and i never understand what he's saying man. and then during jap class damn funny. cause she painted her thumb and her little finger nail white so one part chipped off her little finger nail so i covered it up using correction liquid. damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. this post was like written on friday, then continued ytd, and continued today again. finally will post it up. but pics another day.got some damn unglam ones of me but i shall still put it up :DD for fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/Sj4wPU61FLI/AAAAAAAAADM/3DTjjZyFNYg/s1600-h/IMG_1759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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LOL. but i haven't even worn my current pair of heels to go out, no chance to. maybe i should just sell then off or something.go watch the video!! see her shoes when she's on stage but no stealing kay :D i saw those shoes first :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5177FOvnqKQ"&gt;HANNAH MONTANA LET"S GET CRAZY&lt;/a&gt; dunno why i can't embed the damn video &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, after the movie then went to ajisen ramen to have lunch and then went to take neoprint. i know neoprint is like so =.= but i very long nvr take alr and i miss it~ plus, this batch turned out quite nice so imma happy girl. then went to kino to look for my seventeen japan magazine. i only have 2, plus the one i bought in japan. seventeen japan is like the best i tell you. freaking nice.way better and thicker and more resourceful than seventeen singapore. and then my cousin took this unglam picture of me,which i smiled for just to humor her and she put this damn cool frame around it~i shall post it up later :DD oh, i also saw angeline mummy yesterday~AND JAPANESE MAGAZINES USUALLY COME WITH DAMN NICE FREE GIFTS. like "branded" sort of la. pouches and necklaces and stuff from the popular teen brands thr buit singapore magazines come with free gifts like, once in a pink moon. and they're usually damn lousy like a pack of biscuits or nexcare acne patches. lame like mad =.= then prev. time the seventeen magazine have a maybelline new york hello kitty mirror which is like damn chio and in pink, plus it costs like $29.90 if you want to buy it here in singapore. SEE? and this time they gave a rose fan fan clear sailor print handbag which is like damn nice too :)) shall post the picture later.rose fan fan is like one of the popular teen clothing brands in japan :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then yesterday, after not seeing a neoprint shop in ages, i looked at all the machines and the japanese girls are seriously all damn chio. with their make-up la. then most of the japanese girls standard one. make-up to make the eyes look damn big. then with their dyed light brown perfectly curled hair and their awesome clothes. then i was thinking like, even i ever go to japan, i'll probably do the same things that i've wanted to do for so long then i'd end up looking like that too. like the hair and the make-up, clothing and stuffs. coolness. but after my nose job though. cause right, if i just stay the way i look right now, then if i make japanese friends, i'd look damn ugly like when taking pictures or being seen with them or whatever. LOL. yup, i always think about stuff like these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/Sjh_jIXBovI/AAAAAAAAAB8/f4xzyCv3ZvQ/s1600-h/IMG_1664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/Sjh_jIXBovI/AAAAAAAAAB8/f4xzyCv3ZvQ/s400/IMG_1664.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348164799018672882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/Sjh_i6l3vCI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-XGu7cOYEF4/s1600-h/IMG_1663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/Sjh_i6l3vCI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-XGu7cOYEF4/s400/IMG_1663.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348164795322842146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/Sjh_iklNOTI/AAAAAAAAABs/HMlaRauKAb8/s1600-h/DSC00051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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MR BAKAR TREATED US TO A PRATA LUNCH AT PRATA PARADISE :DDDDDDD and i learnt a secret about jeremy toh. he eats damn a lot even though he doesn't look like he will. LOL. too bad he didnt come for remedial and get a free lunch. i neede him man. had to force myself to finish my food. i ordered like 2 kosong and 3 people share one tissue prata. AFTER ONE KOSONG PRATA I FULL ALREADY LEH!! OMG. CAN DIE.i still had to force myself to finish my other kosong prata and the tissue prata. cause mr bakar said we MUST finish our food. can;t waste cause he's paying ma.but i finished my share~ LOL mr bakar said he was impressed that i forced myself to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was damn fun tho, going out with the other people from remedial. hmm, samtan, GG, lynn, HY, alester, adam, gwen and isabel. BUT GWEN DAMN CHEAT LOL. she didn't come for remedial btu we met her on the way to the prata place so she tag along to get a free lunch. shiok laaaaaaaa. everyone was damn high~ AND psst. we can imagine mr bakar with hair alr *wink wink* LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then alester was like "mr bakar, why you no hair one??" halfway through lunch and mr bakar was like, "alester you better finish your curry before it lands on your hair" and gwen was funny like siao. she went, "eh, you all all stupid one ar? wait until he pay for lunch then ask luh!!" and alester was damn irritating, i swear. i was replying gilda and he suddenly flip close my phone leh. and my phone hang!!! omg.so i off it and on it again. then is started typing my reply again. and alester went to close my phone again. and i screamed at him :DD THEN HE TELL MR BAKAR I DAMN NOISY. argh, you and HY like to close flip phone HOR. but aiya, finally managed to send out the message then alester went to read my messages LOL. nothing to hide la hor alester =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL OMG. love 3J man &lt;3 and jeremy, i'm super sorry. i keep on changing place and time &gt;.&lt; cause we're supposed to finish my 12 but mr bakar said he can finish by 11.30 then my classmates at first plan go mac then mr bakar say he feel like eating prata and say he will treat all of us &gt;.&lt; so yup. but heng you haven't leave your house yet when i call you :DDDD heng ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SjcEijfgAFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/djtpxAydmUQ/s1600-h/lunch"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SjcEijfgAFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/djtpxAydmUQ/s400/lunch" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347748074215178322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707995742008067807-1720539701098814292?l=those-livingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1720539701098814292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/06/kawaii-tokyo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/1720539701098814292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/1720539701098814292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/06/kawaii-tokyo.html' title='KAWAII TOKYO~'/><author><name>baby bluez...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02773893695976080764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SjcEijfgAFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/djtpxAydmUQ/s72-c/lunch' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707995742008067807.post-1101671145432674984</id><published>2009-06-14T18:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T13:37:32.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh. bloody hell.  i stayed over at my aunt's house for the past 2 days and there are like bedbugs in every room. their previous maid is like damn dirty and brought the bedbugs in by sleeping even when she's sweaty and wearing the same clothes for a few days. as a result, i got bitten like all over. seriously all over, i'm not kidding. like my neck me elbow, both my thighs and calves, my toes and even my finger grew a blister cause of the bite. and it's like few bites in one place. my elbow has like 9 bites. NINE BITES LEH. on one freaking elbow. i swear, my elbow is damn ugly now. Kristy is probably laughing as she reads this cause she saw it. fucking swollen like shit. my whole body damn itchy sia. and the other day i killed one near me and it was full of blood!! MY BLOOD LA WTH! eh, and it's not because i'm dirty then i get bitten OKAY. for goodness sake, i got most of my bites AFTER i showered. thoroughly, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna declare an all-out war on bedbugs. those little pests can go and and die their miserable little lives and make the world a better place. their existence is as miserable as their size.WL for 2 days i stay there, i got more bites than the people who are LIVING there. ridiculous, you tell me not. at least i got to see my cousin &lt;3 he's like 4 months alr :DD i shall patronise all of you with pictures of him next time :DDD shit sia. got so many bites i have to wear long sleeve and long pants leh. good thing my face don't have XD me and kristy were talking about it ytd during jap class &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: WL my body all over have!! damn itchy and painful! will you just look at how ugly my elbow is?!?!&lt;br /&gt;K: good thing your face don't have...&lt;br /&gt;J: ya! u was just thinking that! OTHERWISE IT WILL LOOK LIKE THIS!*points to ugly elbow*&lt;br /&gt;K*bursts out laughing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. if my face have i can go hide in my house until it's gone and refuse to go out man! now i have to think damn hard about what to wear when i go out. especially how to hide me elbow that is swollen like mad and the especially red bites on my legs. and not to mention i look damn unglam scratching my bites can!! it's seriously mad itchy, that's why i scratch okay. otherwise you think i like making my bites worse uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but moving on to happier issues, going out to watch hannah montana movie on tuesday :DDD with my cousin luh. go bugis junction watch :)) wednesday supposed to watch dance subaru with kristy but WTH. it's an exclusive and and it's only showing at cathay orchard cineleisure or AMK hub. bloody hell. so far la like damn freaking idiotic to go so damn far just to watch a show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to ayumi hamasaki's songs now. SUPER ADDICTIVE &lt;3 she's my new idol :DD damn pretty luh omg. but suspect she had plastic surgery but still :DDDD damn. i want a nose like hers :)) she looks even more perfect than a barbie doll can. she's like a modern japanese doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SjTsu3PpADI/AAAAAAAAAA0/zamO_OzEX1M/s1600-h/images-3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 95px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SjTsu3PpADI/AAAAAAAAAA0/zamO_OzEX1M/s400/images-3.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347158947443310642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707995742008067807-1101671145432674984?l=those-livingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1101671145432674984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/06/argh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/1101671145432674984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/1101671145432674984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/06/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>baby bluez...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02773893695976080764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SjTsu3PpADI/AAAAAAAAAA0/zamO_OzEX1M/s72-c/images-3.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707995742008067807.post-7082110674488803064</id><published>2009-06-11T11:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T13:39:04.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wordly affairs tire me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SjB_g4ZmJXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1fVdog8fyys/s1600-h/4520_83627734078_545879078_1876176_3406083_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SjB_g4ZmJXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1fVdog8fyys/s400/4520_83627734078_545879078_1876176_3406083_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345912960561063282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIIIIIII :DD it's me again :D thanks for tagging Jes, fik, nat, jeremy toh, cheryl and eunice :DD hope i didn't leave anyone out xD aiyaaaaa in the end i'm not going out again today. vinise and YF never even reply my message -.- edrea too! dao me sia -.- i mentioned something unhappy in yesterday's post. i seriously feel like scolding and arguing back but i'm damn sian alr. will only make things worse la. if i want to talk about it then i shall either lock my entire blog(which i'm not likely to do) so i'm thinking of creating a private blog. but have to settle the template and everything again, which i took damn freaking long to do so nahhh. &lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll just go rant in my LJ but i suspect have someone on my friends list who is telling about the things i write in my locked posts.whoever that is, when i find out you are damn freaking dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what? MAYBE I WILL CREATE A PRIVATE BLOG. I NEED TO RANT OTHERWISE I'M GONNA GO CRAZYYYY.i can't even say the things i want to say here. well, only some. ahhhh. LOL ytd's cell was damn funny. cause we were gonna do saturation yesterday then cause shareen told me it's go downstairs then i thought go coffeeshop leh!!! LOL. then in the end we were supposed to go sports hall but briefing took  damn long so me and shu min went to the basketball court in the park opp. my house thr. damn scary lor. all guys leh OMGGG. in the end 1 guy confirm coming for ROMP! '09. haha i myself not going lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week gonna watch Hannah Montana the movie. can't wait to see lucas till!! he is so oh-my-goodness-super-hot. also saw him in taylor swift's you belong with me MV.  dunno when i can meet edrea darling :DD hey, anyone up for manicure? i want to go do my nails. they've been damn short for freaking long alr, i wanna grow then out since it's the holidays now. i wanna bling my nails :DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighties, off to watch P.S i love you. it's freaking sad. especially when her husband died.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707995742008067807-7082110674488803064?l=those-livingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7082110674488803064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/06/wordly-affairs-tire-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/7082110674488803064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/7082110674488803064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/06/wordly-affairs-tire-me.html' title='wordly affairs tire me.'/><author><name>baby bluez...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02773893695976080764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/SjB_g4ZmJXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1fVdog8fyys/s72-c/4520_83627734078_545879078_1876176_3406083_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707995742008067807.post-1122269501245411792</id><published>2009-06-10T14:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T13:40:03.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mirror, mirror.</title><content type='html'>today was a damn long day. and it's not over yet. still having cell grp later. YAY :)) can be spastic and retarded again, like i always am :DD and having shu hui being pai seh of having to charge her phone in my house again, for the zillionth time evry wednesday and having her tell me, "jasmine, the weirdest things always come out of your mouth" LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm freaking exhausted man. it's 2:55pm and i haven't even finished my lunch yet. spend 5 and a half hours in the damn freaking hot physics lab 1 doing my SPA practical. and evelyn keeps on saying i look good with KJ. and now felly too. I DO NOT!!! haha :)) we're just friends who have a really weird friendship like arguing most of the time and getting along sometimes. but talking to evelyn and felly throughout in the lab today made it more bearable :D LOLS. and well, some people might hate me for saying this but i kind of wish mr hong was our physics teacher again :X not as fussy as mrs chan but she's nice too :)) i wish both of them taught us LOL. i'm weird. yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after spending 5 and a half long hours in the lab, well, went to toilet with samfoo. she's weird man.she called her bro and  asked her some stuff la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: what's your brother's name? is his name sam then your name samantha?&lt;br /&gt;SF:no, that's the worst combo&lt;br /&gt;Me: *heard wrongly* what? his name is punggol?(starts laughing like a mad person and is not able to talk properly)&lt;br /&gt;SF: NO LA! i said it's the worst combo. his name is ryan. *STARTS LAUGHING TOO*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLS. his name is punggol. when i heard that i laughed like some mental patient man. then me and sam went to mac to dabao food. then on the way out we were walking with darren and started teasing him about "fuama" HAHA. then saw evelyn,felly, darren and jane at mac. mr bakar, jeremy and simin were inside. so many people sia. OH YA! i forgot. on our way to mac, i wanted to jaywalk and sam acted like some mad person and started pulling my bag and called me her doggie. OMG. never walk with samfoo. mad woman. now my blog no piccies. damn sian. should have some up soon the next time i go out :DD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until then i'll just post up picures of this hot guy i saw on icarly ytd. freaking hot! super handsome la :)) why don't i know any handsome ang moh guys??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/Si9dlO0e4wI/AAAAAAAAAAc/J9WMHhyxD0E/s1600-h/images-2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 75px; height: 97px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/Si9dlO0e4wI/AAAAAAAAAAc/J9WMHhyxD0E/s400/images-2.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345594176926835458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/Si9dkwiwdXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kUqMixp4Wdg/s1600-h/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 89px; height: 124px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/Si9dkwiwdXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kUqMixp4Wdg/s400/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345594168799425906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/Si9dk0yv7rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vI1x7lTb-fA/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 86px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/Si9dk0yv7rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vI1x7lTb-fA/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345594169940242098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i munch on my lunch, i see my diet going down the drain. GAHHH. am i gonna stay fat forever?? AHHH. LJ-ians i know what you're thinking but i'm gonna exasperate you guys anyway :)) fatsfatsfatsfatsfats. i wanna reminisce on my trip to japan and the time spent with you guys, i'll do it later. or another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers :DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707995742008067807-1122269501245411792?l=those-livingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1122269501245411792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/06/mirror-mirror.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/1122269501245411792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/1122269501245411792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/06/mirror-mirror.html' title='mirror, mirror.'/><author><name>baby bluez...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02773893695976080764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAxLfpDuQz4/Si9dlO0e4wI/AAAAAAAAAAc/J9WMHhyxD0E/s72-c/images-2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707995742008067807.post-5625599979948489638</id><published>2009-06-09T15:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T13:42:09.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm bored. and physics sucks.</title><content type='html'>WHEEE :DDD omgiash(omg i am so hungry) i'm freaking bored. and later still have tuition. AHH. work not done yet but nvm. today physics lesson was shitty. like, seriously. i fell asleep leh! and the rest of the time i was struggling(seriously struggling like mad) to stay awake. and i'm sure many of my classmates were doing the same. except sam :) she just slept LOL.i wish i could've done that man.&lt;br /&gt;and i just bought a new sidney sheldon book today :DD 'sands of time'. i seriously need to make new friends :) like i realised that i should widen my social circle :D it's more interesting. and i won't be so upset when any of my friends like turn out to be something that i didn't expect them to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit:and you know what?? i made this discovery! haha :)) it has something to do with japan xD you know i read those jap magazines ma, and i'm a proud owner of 15 of them!! :DDDDDDD okeh, so anyways, you know the japanese models look damn chio inside? like freaking pretty?? well. actually they're not really. serious! cause they can wear make-up all he time, like even when they go school so they look pretty all the time but the one of the magazines have this section right. they teach you how to do make-up then they show the before and after and OMG. the models seriously look plain and boring without make-up. like nothing special. don't believe i can show you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHHHH tmr still have physics SPA practical. I WANNA PONNNNNNNNNNNNNNN DDDDDDDD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. TAGGG!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707995742008067807-5625599979948489638?l=those-livingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5625599979948489638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-bored-and-physics-sucks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/5625599979948489638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/5625599979948489638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-bored-and-physics-sucks.html' title='i&apos;m bored. and physics sucks.'/><author><name>baby bluez...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02773893695976080764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707995742008067807.post-7316001109275002469</id><published>2009-06-08T21:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T13:42:51.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm damn tired =.= just came back fom tuition and KS was damn random today. we were slacking before tuition then sitting on the bench and we were talking and suddenly he took out his slipper and threw it damn far o.o omg then he threw the other one LOL and had to walk barefooted damn far to get it cause he scared someone steal. WTH. funny like mad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having no money during the holidays is damn sian lorrr. imma gonna work for my mum to earn money :) $5 an hour to help her sort stuff out. whee~~ this thurs meeting vinise and YF. gosh, i miss YF so much and next week doing SL and e geog project and maybe meeting edrea dear :) i miss her super much! haven't seen her in ages~ OMG. no time to work to earn money and no time to do holiday homework-i haven't even started. plus phyics lessons. WTH man. like so many hours with only 15 mins break. siao. have to go back school for 4 days just cause of physics. PHYSICS SUCKS. :DDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND PEOPLE. TAG FOR GOODNESS SAKE! DON'T BE LAZY ^^ LOOK AT MY POOR LONELY TAGBOARD D: FILL IT UP WITH TAGS AND MAKE IT HAPPY :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707995742008067807-7316001109275002469?l=those-livingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7316001109275002469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/06/private-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/7316001109275002469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/7316001109275002469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/06/private-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>baby bluez...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02773893695976080764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707995742008067807.post-935597505874366843</id><published>2009-06-07T22:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T10:35:49.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg finally created this blogger blog. moved from &lt;a href="http://aishiteiru0905.livejournal.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. man, one thing i'm gonna miss is being able to lock certain posts but oh well, i guess all my vulgarities will be able to be read by everyone. like took damn long to make this blog but with the help of jes, manage to do it. thanks for your hardwork &lt;3 loveyou :) haix. all my photos were in the livejournal so go and see okay :)) thank you :D &lt;a href="http://aishiteiru0905.livejournal.com"&gt;MY OLD LIVEJOURNAL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers :DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707995742008067807-935597505874366843?l=those-livingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/935597505874366843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/06/omg-finally-created-this-blogger-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/935597505874366843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707995742008067807/posts/default/935597505874366843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://those-livingmemories.blogspot.com/2009/06/omg-finally-created-this-blogger-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>baby bluez...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02773893695976080764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
