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I laughed at the tv lulz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How late did you stay up last night and why?&lt;br /&gt;Two plus. Caffeine overdose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could move somewhere else, would you?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been kissed under fireworks?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which of your friends lives closest to you?&lt;br /&gt;A lot. Georgina and yl live rather close?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe ex's can be friends?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling or texting?&lt;br /&gt;Anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you cried really hard?&lt;br /&gt;Today and last night &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you right now?&lt;br /&gt;At the computer beside my main door where everyone walking past can see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What bed did you sleep in last night?&lt;br /&gt;My own la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing someone bought for you?&lt;br /&gt;I forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who took your profile picture?&lt;br /&gt;Myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you took a picture of?&lt;br /&gt;My parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was yesterday better than today?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you live a day without TV?&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you mad about anything?&lt;br /&gt;Uh no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think relationships are ever really worth it?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you were extremely disappointed?&lt;br /&gt;I forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a bad influence?&lt;br /&gt;Idk hope not =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night out or night in?&lt;br /&gt;Both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What items could you not go without during the day?&lt;br /&gt;Handphone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you share a drink with a stranger?&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you visited in the hospital?&lt;br /&gt;Aunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does the last message in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. Ok. I will take a look at it :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you feel now about your life?&lt;br /&gt;..... bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate anyone?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we were to look in your inbox, what would we find?&lt;br /&gt;Dirty little secrets. piew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say you were given a drug test right now, would you pass?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever called you perfect before?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song is stuck in your head?&lt;br /&gt;Falling For You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone knocks on your window at 2am, who do you want it to be?&lt;br /&gt;Hope it's not the police LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna have kids before you’re 30?&lt;br /&gt;idk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name something you have to do tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you whistle?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. piew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep on your side, stomach, or back?&lt;br /&gt;Back. Sometimes on my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think too much or too little?&lt;br /&gt;idk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you smile a lot?&lt;br /&gt;笑口常开，好彩自然来 LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was your last missed call on your Mobile phone?&lt;br /&gt;Unknown number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When's the next time you will see the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;Uh idk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy with your life?&lt;br /&gt;Not rlyzxc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you handle the truth?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last book you read?&lt;br /&gt;Shopaholic Takes Manhattan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate the last guy you had a conversation with?&lt;br /&gt;I can't rmb who the last person I talked to wuz. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there something you always wear?&lt;br /&gt;Clothes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing 30 minutes ago?&lt;br /&gt;Uh I think on the computer DOING THIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, who was the last person to tell you that they love you?&lt;br /&gt;Idk &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you have an exciting time last weekend?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever crawled through a window?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you wearing a necklace?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you an emotional person?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's something that can always make you feel better?&lt;br /&gt;Nice people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will this weekend be a good one?&lt;br /&gt;It's boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want right now?&lt;br /&gt;Finish this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever worn the opposite sex's clothing?&lt;br /&gt;Ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look behind you, what do you see?&lt;br /&gt;Living room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever worked in a food place?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you name your future daughter?&lt;br /&gt;Mary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any summer plans for 2009?&lt;br /&gt;LOL YA SUMMER ALL YEAR ROUND?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats on your schedule for tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Homework and tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone know your facebook password?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-5901411938211292532?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5901411938211292532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=5901411938211292532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/5901411938211292532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/5901411938211292532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/09/can-you-fill-this-out-without-lying-yes.html' title='Longass quiz.'/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-3246238561189384997</id><published>2009-09-09T20:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T20:37:45.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just thinking...</title><content type='html'>I feel like there's so much to say, but I just can't bring it out. I feel like there's so much I wanna tell so many people, but I can't bring myself to let anyone know how I feel. About them, About people, about things around us, about happenings. I keep thinking of people as judgemental &lt;strong&gt;monsters&lt;/strong&gt;, that would jump at you the moment you tell them how you really feel, because the truth, as people say, is most often ugly. &lt;strong&gt;But aren't they?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the world is really such a superficial place. I was watching the morning news yesterday, and I remember one of the news presenters said: 'nothing you see is ever what it really is'. I thought about that, and found it so simple, yet so true. Magazines, newspapers - you see the articles and the ads? If you think what you see is what you get, you can go live in a cave, because that is not the way it is anymore. People are not much better either. Think about it. How many of us have never told a lie? Or have never secretly wished for something in return? Having thought about this during my free time this week has led me to realise, that although we can be extremely generous, we all are selfish by nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, just think. Have you never had a selfish thought all your life? Frankly, for me, no. I too have had very selfish thoughts. But then again, who'd reveal such horrid intimate thoughts to others? You might find this amusing, but if someone lets you in on the juicy, ugly secrets of someone else, most of us would be interested to know. The next instinct would probably be disgust towards the tale-teller for being immature(for telling on him). But how many of us would actually feel disgusted by our own judgemental selves after that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I fear being judged by others. I fear letting people see my flaws and shortcomings. I fear the ugly truth. But in a world like this, it's really inevitable. People are always complaining about Kelly Clarkson being too fat, or about Ashlee Simpson's crooked nose, or Keira Knightly's small boobs. Which is WHY they are going for lipo, or nose/boob jobs, or botox or things like that to change themselves and satisfy our greedy eyes. We think that because they're stars we can criticize them as we like, but how many people would stop to think about how they'd feel? It's really the same thing for regular people like us. Being too quick to criticize is never a good thing. I'm like that too, sometimes, but I'm changing. And if you think you aren't like this too, think again, because it could be your downfall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-3246238561189384997?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3246238561189384997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=3246238561189384997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/3246238561189384997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/3246238561189384997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-feel-like-theres-so-much-to-say-but-i.html' title='Just thinking...'/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-4772757067011590259</id><published>2009-08-02T21:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T21:48:11.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello there. You must be here because you're bored or just accidentally clicked this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this blog shall be dead until I find the time to do my ultra-long post. So long, dear friends. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-4772757067011590259?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/4772757067011590259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=4772757067011590259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/4772757067011590259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/4772757067011590259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-7171138874904742413</id><published>2009-07-10T19:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T19:49:12.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SlcqGVG0k_I/AAAAAAAAAhc/cbrNzEmKxlU/s1600-h/french-horn-is-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356796570013832178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SlcqGVG0k_I/AAAAAAAAAhc/cbrNzEmKxlU/s320/french-horn-is-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss band. And playing the horn. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-7171138874904742413?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/7171138874904742413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=7171138874904742413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/7171138874904742413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/7171138874904742413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-miss-band.html' title=''/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SlcqGVG0k_I/AAAAAAAAAhc/cbrNzEmKxlU/s72-c/french-horn-is-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-8922602257146008941</id><published>2009-06-27T17:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T18:07:59.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAPPY THIRD MONTHSARY, S.T.H. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351946551667744306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SkXvCG0IXjI/AAAAAAAAAhU/7Rd4kxmNJPw/s320/DSC06537.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Eileen's missing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies, indeed - three months have zoomed by just like that. It's certainly been a wonderful journey, for me, at least. I can never finish describing how much each and every one of you matter. You add flavour to my life - you guys bring out the fun, laughter, joy and excitement in me, the side of me I never knew existed. I know I can share anything and everything with STH that I don't share with anyone else because you can understand and relate to me. You're the ones that give me something to look forward to whenever I close my eyes at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget the moments we shared together, be it the hilarious or the heartwrenching. I know, we did go through some bad times, but we got past them through tolerating and comprimising. It is only because there was all of you, that they are special. That is why we can never be complete without anyone. May our bond stay as strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all my love,&lt;br /&gt;Feline&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-8922602257146008941?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/8922602257146008941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=8922602257146008941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/8922602257146008941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/8922602257146008941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-third-monthsary-s.html' title=''/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SkXvCG0IXjI/AAAAAAAAAhU/7Rd4kxmNJPw/s72-c/DSC06537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-2312358395645748967</id><published>2009-06-24T23:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T13:13:12.953+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phineas and Ferb ftw'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi I figured I'd blog about today since it's beeen a really long time since I did post. And I'm not gonna correct my typos just to seer eally how bad my typong is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today wsas super long and draggy. We had our first and only full-dress rehearlsa in preparation for the AYG OC. I went to meet Junpeng and Keynag outside Mac at about noon, before going to the foodvourt to watch KY eat lol. Haha me and JP were too full from breakfast. After getting Esther's takeaway and all we walked back to school in the light drizzle. It seemed like the longest walk baxk to school EVER. Maybe it was juut me. Or ht eweather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first round of reahersal was quite disappointing actually. We were disorganised and everyone didn't seem to be in sync. The second round we showed great improvment yay. I hope everything tursn our well on Monday during the real thing. It wouldn't be nice to embarrass ourselves on national tv would it. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuition with Mr Kuan was awesomeeeee. He's a great teacher who understnads and connects with us. We learnt to drawe free-hand quadratic graphs today. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 257px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350919423370480530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SkJI3Xu8S5I/AAAAAAAAAg0/Y8iZHcgot74/s400/83049-83050.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess that's about it. *scrolls up* &lt;p&gt;Not too bad. Haha the rtypos don't seem like a lot. :P &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S. PHINEAS AND FERB IS GOOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-2312358395645748967?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2312358395645748967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=2312358395645748967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/2312358395645748967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/2312358395645748967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/06/hi-i-figured-id-blog-about-today-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SkJI3Xu8S5I/AAAAAAAAAg0/Y8iZHcgot74/s72-c/83049-83050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-897718778781662223</id><published>2009-06-20T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T17:04:04.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Spell your name without an E,R,S,H,K,I,M,L,C,A,Y,N,T,B&lt;br /&gt;F?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you single?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is your favourite number?&lt;br /&gt;6!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favourite color?&lt;br /&gt;Yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Least favourite color?&lt;br /&gt;Never thought about it actually. Blue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;Some jazzy music on tv. And an annoying faulty fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Are you happy with your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;Somewhat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Are you involved with anyone?&lt;br /&gt;I suppose you mean romantically, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is your favourite subject in school?&lt;br /&gt;English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you have money?&lt;br /&gt;Not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Are you gay?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Where do you wish you were right now?&lt;br /&gt;Under the stars at night. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If you had to get a tattoo, where would you want it? and what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;A little smiley! Or a fairy, perhaps. Somewhere prominent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CANS:&lt;br /&gt;Can you blow a bubble? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Can you do a cart wheel? Used to. =X&lt;br /&gt;Can you touch your toes? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Can you wiggle your ears? HAHA NO.&lt;br /&gt;Can you touch your tongue to your nose? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DIDS:&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever want to be a doctor? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever want to be a fire fighter? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever want to be a teacher? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DOs:&lt;br /&gt;Do you like rollercoasters? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Do you own a bike? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Do you play the lotto? No.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like watching football? Absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a shopping addiction? Ya. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DOES:&lt;br /&gt;Does your family have family picnics? No.&lt;br /&gt;Does your wallet have any pics in it? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LASTS:&lt;br /&gt;Last person you hung out with? Was it STH?&lt;br /&gt;Last car ride? Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Last baby you held? Jaiden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST THING:&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you bought? Newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you drank? Tea.&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you watched? Spongebob.&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you read? This question.&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you hand wrote? The answer to this question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WHOS:&lt;br /&gt;Who last talked to you on the phone? Damien.&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you took a picture of? Juan. =X&lt;br /&gt;Last person to leave you a comment? Keyang.&lt;br /&gt;Who do you miss right now? Keep guessing.&lt;br /&gt;Who last hugged you? Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTLY:&lt;br /&gt;What colour shirt are you wearing? White.&lt;br /&gt;Have any tattoos? No.&lt;br /&gt;Have you any piercings? Ears.&lt;br /&gt;Straight hair or curly? Wavy.&lt;br /&gt;Where are you right now? Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;Failed a subject? Too many to list.&lt;br /&gt;Sang in front of a crowd? Yeah. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE RELATIONSHIP QUESTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;1. In a relationship? No.&lt;br /&gt;2. Want a relationship? Maybe not now.&lt;br /&gt;3. Wanna get married? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR THINGS ON YOUR MIND:&lt;br /&gt;1. Why's this quiz so long.&lt;br /&gt;2. Gotta finish homework.&lt;br /&gt;3. Happy birthday bro.&lt;br /&gt;4. I need to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you really laughed? Can't recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you drink milk straight from the carton? When it's gonna finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows a big secret about you? What secret? @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long is your hair? Pretty long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you sang out loud? Everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you have for breakfast? Mac. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday on a holiday? This year's the only exception. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What instant messaging service do you use? MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you signed on it right now and if so, who are you talking to? No one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you cook? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you have a nap today? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you wear more, jeans or sweats? Jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you get the shirt you’re wearing? I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any regrets? Guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you use an alarm clock? No. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was your default Facebook picture taken? Huh I still dunno what's default picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the first thing you notice of the opposite sex? Hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would you like to see right now? Lots of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a social or antisocial person? More social.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have the cops ever come to your house? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a tan? I'm quite tan naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had braces? I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you afraid of the dark? Sometimes, if I hear spooky noises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in a mosh pit? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s your favourite commercial at the moment? The screamish Heineken ad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you always wear your seat belt? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who of the opposite sex do you have feelings for? :$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like American Idol? DUR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel about piercings and tattoo? Hate facial piercings. Maybe some nice little tattoos. Nothing too flashy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe that what comes around goes around? Guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite fruit? Too many to list. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone love you? Who doesn't LOL. Kidding. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is one place you want to visit? UK. Or the States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever crawled through a window? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a morning person or a night person? Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a forgiving person? Yeah most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had a drunken night in Mexico? Nope. That's like so random LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person to smoke a cig in your presence? Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you taller than 5′6? NO. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever threw up? Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had a crush on a teacher? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been punched in the face? Yes. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever punch someone? Yeah, in tkd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who were the 5 last people to text you? Joel, Damien, Jinyi, Ivan, Esther&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-897718778781662223?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/897718778781662223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=897718778781662223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/897718778781662223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/897718778781662223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/06/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-5734027455956124745</id><published>2009-06-12T21:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T21:50:15.903+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='start studyinggg.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Looking at this blog, I realise I'm getting really lazy to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This June &lt;s&gt;holiday's&lt;/s&gt; been very &lt;em&gt;like-this-only&lt;/em&gt;. Like what? Like staying at home and sleeping till 1 in the afternoon before getting my butt off bed. Like lazing around the house and reading and falling asleep till the evening. Like watching The Price Is Right and having dinner. Well that's most of my day gone. It's quite sad actually. Nowhere to go, nothing much to do, just whiling the time away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-5734027455956124745?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5734027455956124745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=5734027455956124745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/5734027455956124745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/5734027455956124745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/06/looking-at-this-blog-i-realise-im.html' 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live by</title><content type='html'>ONE. Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.&lt;br /&gt;TWO. Marry a man/woman you love to talk to. As you get&lt;br /&gt;older, their conversational skills will be as important as any&lt;br /&gt;other.&lt;br /&gt;THREE. Don't believe all you hear, spend all you have or sleep&lt;br /&gt;all you want.&lt;br /&gt;FOUR. When you say, "I love you," mean it.&lt;br /&gt;FIVE. When you say, "I'm sorry," look the person in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;SIX. Be engaged at least six months before you get married.&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN. Believe in love at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT. Never laugh at anyone's dream. People who don't have&lt;br /&gt;dreams don't have much.&lt;br /&gt;NINE. Love deeply and passionately. You might get hurt but&lt;br /&gt;it's the only way to live life completely.&lt;br /&gt;TEN.. In disagreements, fight fairly. No name calling.&lt;br /&gt;ELEVEN. Don't judge people by their relatives.&lt;br /&gt;TWELVE. Talk slowly but think quickly.&lt;br /&gt;THIRTEEN. When someone asks you a question you don't&lt;br /&gt;want to answer, smile and ask, "Why do you want to know?"&lt;br /&gt;FOURTEEN. Remember that great love and great achievements&lt;br /&gt;involve great risk.&lt;br /&gt;FIFTEEN. Say "bless you" when you hear someone sneeze.&lt;br /&gt;SIXTEEN. When you lose, don't lose the lesson&lt;br /&gt;SEVENTEEN. Remember the three R's: Respect for self;&lt;br /&gt;Respect for others; and responsibility for all your actions.&lt;br /&gt;EIGHTEEN. Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship.&lt;br /&gt;NINETEEN. When you realize you've made a mistake, take&lt;br /&gt;immediate steps to correct it.&lt;br /&gt;TWENTY. Smile when picking up the phone. The caller will&lt;br /&gt;hear it in your voice.&lt;br /&gt;TWENTY-ONE. Spend some time alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-4225666787116000832?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/4225666787116000832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=4225666787116000832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/4225666787116000832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/4225666787116000832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/06/21-things-to-live-by.html' title='21 things to live by'/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-9107851065968598335</id><published>2009-06-02T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T20:30:16.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a dream my life would be&lt;br /&gt;So different from this hell I'm living&lt;br /&gt;So different now from what it seems&lt;br /&gt;Now life has killed&lt;br /&gt;The dream I dreamed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-9107851065968598335?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/9107851065968598335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=9107851065968598335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/9107851065968598335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/9107851065968598335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-had-dream-my-life-would-be-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-4698463703703944654</id><published>2009-05-30T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:46:38.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz.</title><content type='html'>Do you put shampoo in your left or right hand?&lt;br /&gt;Left hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you take a drink of something, do you hold your pinky up?&lt;br /&gt;I think I do omg. LOL. I've never thought of it before. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the most dominant color in your room?&lt;br /&gt;Orange. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times do you knock on a door?&lt;br /&gt;Twice I think? but I'll knock more if it's urgent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone completely understand you?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What form of homework do you have to do today?&lt;br /&gt;Zilch. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you write how you speak?&lt;br /&gt;I guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you understand football?&lt;br /&gt;YES YES YES. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever stayed up all night on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it take a lot to make you cry?&lt;br /&gt;Not at all. Lol. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you wore the opposite sex's clothing?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I wore my brother's shirt. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could move somewhere else, would you?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so. I'm pretty attached to my house. It's cosy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss your past?&lt;br /&gt;I guess we all learn to move on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think "what if" about anything?&lt;br /&gt;Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy with the way things are going?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I suppose so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past week have you cried?&lt;br /&gt;I cried like, 4 times just now. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a reason to smile right now?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone said they love you in the last week?&lt;br /&gt;Iunno. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you usually have weird dreams?&lt;br /&gt;Every night LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your bed?&lt;br /&gt;Yes it's very comfortable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anybody you wish you could be with right now?&lt;br /&gt;I guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;:$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love?&lt;br /&gt;Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want a boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;Does this question apply if I'm a boy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been asked out recently?&lt;br /&gt;Ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did your last hug take place?&lt;br /&gt;Just now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you talked to?&lt;br /&gt;My cousin, over the phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you smiled?&lt;br /&gt;A minute ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who were you last on the phone to?&lt;br /&gt;My cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything?&lt;br /&gt;Joel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a forgiving person?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you can say so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, did you go to sleep smiling?&lt;br /&gt;^o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you say sorry first?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah if I'm in the wrong definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your first name?&lt;br /&gt;Actually I have mixed feelings about it. It's unique, but I always get teased. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone like you?&lt;br /&gt;Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone want to go out with you?&lt;br /&gt;..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to go out with them?&lt;br /&gt;Eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish someone would call or text you right now?&lt;br /&gt;Huh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did you last cry?&lt;br /&gt;Just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been kissed by a person thats name starts with J?&lt;br /&gt;Er no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you drink coffee?&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you kiss or hug anyone today ?&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to see someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did a boy or a girl text you last?&lt;br /&gt;Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing you said out loud?&lt;br /&gt;'Huh'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name something exciting you are doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. Unless you consider a funeral wake exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does your phone ring in the middle of the night?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at noon today?&lt;br /&gt;CIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anybody you're really disappointed in right now?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there someone you will never forget?&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When's the last time you did something you knew was wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Iunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a girl/guy that knows everything or mostly everything about you?&lt;br /&gt;Ya a few!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you have any unread text messages this morning when you woke up?&lt;br /&gt;Three or four birthday wishes. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When's the last time you laughed really hard?&lt;br /&gt;Today. Almost everyday, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it uncomfortable staring into the eyes of someone who likes you and you like back?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I don't think so. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anybody you just wish would fall off the planet?&lt;br /&gt;Huh no la LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone you trust who you shouldn't?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have unlimited texting?&lt;br /&gt;YES. proud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone who hates you?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe? How'd I know. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do they have REAL reasons?&lt;br /&gt;...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever talked back to a teacher?&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to the next couple months?&lt;br /&gt;Um no. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could move somewhere else, would you?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you saving your money up for right now?&lt;br /&gt;I don't save. LOL. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you changed this year?&lt;br /&gt;I think I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you kill someone for a million dollars?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had enough money what would you buy?&lt;br /&gt;Microsoft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old do most people usually guess you are?&lt;br /&gt;Older than my age. =.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;I've a few. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you had a hilarious phone conversation with?&lt;br /&gt;Bilal and Michael. Jokers. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any plans for Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;That's far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you shy?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a talkative person?&lt;br /&gt;Lol definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer to call or text?&lt;br /&gt;Depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you live a day without TV?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is tomorrow going to be a good day?&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-4698463703703944654?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/4698463703703944654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=4698463703703944654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/4698463703703944654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/4698463703703944654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/05/quiz.html' title='Quiz.'/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-1710246338637184781</id><published>2009-05-28T08:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T08:49:32.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Greetings, earthling. *salutes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've been blogging pretty seldom-ly(?) these days. Maybe it's because I don't know what to blog about, which EQUALS TO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not having exciting, out-of-the-ordinary twists and happenings in my life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not having happy/unhappy things to get out of my system&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not having controversial topics to debate upon &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not being able to find songs/videos which I like very much &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Forgetting everything(almost) that happened to me in the past few days&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for ranting on and on and on. I shall just talk about what I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we have afternoon-school! *reminisces* On weekends at this hour I'd be sleeping like a pig in my oh-so-comfortable bed. I wonder why I'm not doing so now. Yesterday after school there was Science remedial for the weaker bunch, held by Mr Lee. I think he rocks. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yakyakyakbabblebabblebabblerantrantrant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I met Joel to collect my(very adorable) gift at the station. Thank you Joel! (Btw, I've finished my Strawberry Pushpop. :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy came and fetch me with the nice and new and shiny birthday bike soon after. I ended up racing home with him(I ran while he cycled-.-) because I kept screaming when I sat behind him which made him very scared and excited. I actually thought I ran pretty fast when we were gonna reach home! My stamina's dropped tremendously since last year. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-1710246338637184781?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/1710246338637184781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=1710246338637184781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/1710246338637184781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/1710246338637184781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/05/greetings-earthling.html' title=''/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-4536351222171997610</id><published>2009-05-24T01:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T01:44:12.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So what's with the hoo-ha about American Idol? &lt;strong&gt;Kris won&lt;/strong&gt; - accept it. Swallow it and let it choke you Lambert fans. humph*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So okay, here's my analysis of the Top 2. Adam's definitely got the voice, looks and charisma of an Idol. He can easily pull off high notes and proudly flaunt his extremely vast range. But his performances, from my point of view(not being critical), are too theatrical, too loud, and quite predictable. It's because we've seen all(IMO) of his talent, that he won't be able to come up with anything new and fresh. Besides, he really doesn't need the American Idol tag to go far, does he? And I really don't think a homosexual man should be the winner. It's against moral values. :@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, Kris, the underdog labelled by many as the dark horse of the competition has a pleasant Jason Mrazzy feel(I think that's an A++!) to his voice! Actually I never really realised his existence in the competition until the Top 9 when he caught my attention with the best song all season, &lt;em&gt;Ain't No Sunshine.&lt;/em&gt; It was only then I noticed the uniqueness in his sweet voice. He looked sooo charming on the keyboards that day. Unfortunately, girls, he's off the market. His wife is really pretty, though. Good for you Kris.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-4536351222171997610?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/4536351222171997610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=4536351222171997610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/4536351222171997610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/4536351222171997610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-whats-with-hoo-ha-about-american.html' title=''/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-2337301754134271715</id><published>2009-05-24T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T00:34:18.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>are you sorry?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hfA0roTr9QM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hfA0roTr9QM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;You're Not Sorry - Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this time I was wasting&lt;br /&gt;Hoping you would come around&lt;br /&gt;I've been giving out chances&lt;br /&gt;Everytime and all you do is let me down&lt;br /&gt;And it's taken me this long&lt;br /&gt;Baby but I've figured you out&lt;br /&gt;And you thinking we'll be fine again&lt;br /&gt;But not this time around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to call anymore&lt;br /&gt;I won't pick up the phone&lt;br /&gt;This is the last straw&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to hurt anymore&lt;br /&gt;And you can tell me that you're sorry&lt;br /&gt;But I don't believe you baby&lt;br /&gt;Like I did before&lt;br /&gt;You're not sorry&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking so innocent&lt;br /&gt;I might believe you&lt;br /&gt;If I didn't know&lt;br /&gt;Could have loved you all my life&lt;br /&gt;If you had'nt left me waiting&lt;br /&gt;In the cold&lt;br /&gt;And you've got your share of secrets&lt;br /&gt;And I'm tired of being last to know&lt;br /&gt;And now you're asking me to listen&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's worked each time before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you don't have to call anymore&lt;br /&gt;I won't pick up the phone&lt;br /&gt;This is the last straw&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to hurt anymore&lt;br /&gt;And you can tell me that you're sorry&lt;br /&gt;But I don't believe you baby&lt;br /&gt;Like I did before&lt;br /&gt;You're not sorry&lt;br /&gt;No, no, oh&lt;br /&gt;You're not sorry&lt;br /&gt;No, no, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had me crawling for you honey&lt;br /&gt;And it never would have gone away, no&lt;br /&gt;You used to shine so bright&lt;br /&gt;But I watched all of it fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you don't have to call anymore&lt;br /&gt;I won't pick up the phone&lt;br /&gt;This is the last straw&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left to beg for&lt;br /&gt;And you can tell me that you're sorry&lt;br /&gt;But I don't believe you baby&lt;br /&gt;Like I did before&lt;br /&gt;You're not sorry&lt;br /&gt;No, no, oh&lt;br /&gt;You're not sorry&lt;br /&gt;No, no, oh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-2337301754134271715?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2337301754134271715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=2337301754134271715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/2337301754134271715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/2337301754134271715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/05/are-you-sorry.html' title='are you sorry?'/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-7825517244261556422</id><published>2009-05-18T20:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:44:59.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>torn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Have you ever experienced being torn between two of the things you really want to do?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I really enjoy band. Over the past one and a half year, I realise it has made me a more determined and hardworking person, because of all the long hours of practice and effort involved. The burning passion for the music I play, and the desire to want to charge forward and improve play important roles as to why I enjoy it so much. Before life in band started, I never really found interest in anything I did, other than the arts and languages. During the Sec 1 Orientation last year, the music the band played caught me. Looking at how they played in unison, I knew it was what I wanted to do. Now, I sure am glad I made that decision. I love what I play, and I'm very sure I'll give my fullest to do it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tightly-knitted friendships fostered over the past year has also made me a more sociable and fun-loving person. Most of the people I hang out with - peers, juniors and seniors - they're all my bandmates. It's that one common topic we have that brings us so much closer together. The fun and craziness we have when we are together is really unlike any kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My jaw conditioning is deteriorating. If you just look closely, my face is asymmetrical already. For those who don't know, I actually have a dislocated jaw, which I discovered around last year. I've read articles on conditions like mine. Breathing difficulties might even occur. I've read that the longer the jaw remains dislocated, the harder it'll take to fix it. Anyway, my parents are pushing me to get my braces done, because it'll not only straighten my teeth, but it'll also improve my jaw condition. I know I'll never have the best of both worlds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now you know why I'm so lost.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-7825517244261556422?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/7825517244261556422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=7825517244261556422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/7825517244261556422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/7825517244261556422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/05/torn.html' title='torn.'/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-4708834866185384679</id><published>2009-05-15T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T22:16:06.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO NO NO</title><content type='html'>So today, Joshua came. He didn't bring anything - no bag, no pencilcase, no nothin'. We sat down and he whipped out a red pen from his pocket. It was quite awkward. The silence was almost disturbing. I showed him my results untidily scribbled on a wrinkled piece of foolscap. I saw his facial expressions; he nodded at first, then lifted his eyebrows. I wonder what he thought of my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lesson today was better than the last. We conversed more, and I understood better. Probably because we did Science. I remember the last tuition lesson - awkward's an understatement to describe it. Anyway, we studied ahead today. Did the chapter on Reproduction. He said my memory was good. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My desktop's fried. It won't start up. I think the hard drive's gone haywire. T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-4708834866185384679?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/4708834866185384679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=4708834866185384679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/4708834866185384679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/4708834866185384679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/05/tuition.html' title='NO NO NO'/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-4267790347691743644</id><published>2009-05-14T16:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T16:30:08.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went out with STH today! We actually planned on going cycling at East Coast Park, but it rained the whole morning, and by the time it stopped the floor was all wet. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we waited for everyone to arrive at Mac, and set off to Bunk. No one dared to go in coz the notice said only people 16 and above were allowed to enter. Ya so in the end I went in first. Nothing happened actually. LOL. Everyone was running around changing computers with each other coz some computers didn't have certain games. Then some of them had malfunctioning computers(such value for money). It was totally deserted during our first hour, except for some middle-aged men behind us. Then suddenly some ah bengs stood behind me and Juan to watch. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much deliberation, we finally settled for Mos Burger to have lunch(it was the least crowded, that's why. =X). I think it's quite expensive. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Star Factory to play the touch-screen games. We thought we'd garner the highest score, but the game suddenly ended coz we reached the last round. How anticlimatic. =.=&lt;br /&gt;Oh then Jiajun brought me to see the japanese figurines at Toy Closet. Very wtebs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-4267790347691743644?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/4267790347691743644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=4267790347691743644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/4267790347691743644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/4267790347691743644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/05/went-out-with-sth-today-we-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-8187351578051768866</id><published>2009-05-13T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T15:54:36.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave It All To Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZTEdyb69CIE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZTEdyb69CIE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Miranda Cosby - Leave It All To Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, you see&lt;br /&gt;Somehow the world will change for me&lt;br /&gt;And be so wonderful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live life, breathe air&lt;br /&gt;I know somehow we're gonna get there&lt;br /&gt;And feel so wonderful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will make you change your mind&lt;br /&gt;These things happen all the time&lt;br /&gt;And it's all real&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you just how I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wake up the members of my nation&lt;br /&gt;It's your time to be&lt;br /&gt;There's no chance unless you take one and the time &lt;br /&gt;To see the brighter side of every situation&lt;br /&gt;Somethings are meant to be&lt;br /&gt;So give me your best and leave the rest to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Know, it's time&lt;br /&gt;To raise the hand that draws the line&lt;br /&gt;And be so wonderful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golden sunshine&lt;br /&gt;I know somehow it's going to be mine&lt;br /&gt;And feel so wonderful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me what you can become&lt;br /&gt;There's a dream in everyone&lt;br /&gt;And it's all real&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you just how I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wake up the members of my nation&lt;br /&gt;It's your time to be&lt;br /&gt;There's no chance unless you take one and the time &lt;br /&gt;To see the brighter side of every situation&lt;br /&gt;Somethings are meant to be&lt;br /&gt;So give me your best and leave the rest to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave it all to me&lt;br /&gt;Leave it all to me&lt;br /&gt;So make it mine and see it through&lt;br /&gt;You know you won't be free until you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up the members of my nation&lt;br /&gt;It's your time to be&lt;br /&gt;There's no chance unless you take one and the time &lt;br /&gt;To see the brighter side of every situation&lt;br /&gt;Somethings are meant to be&lt;br /&gt;So give me your best and leave the rest to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave it all to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave it all to me&lt;br /&gt;Just leave it all to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-8187351578051768866?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/8187351578051768866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=8187351578051768866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/8187351578051768866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/8187351578051768866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/05/leave-it-all-to-me.html' title='Leave It All To Me!'/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-6892296829399514504</id><published>2009-05-10T20:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T21:13:22.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realise that I have an extremely low level of tolerance for ill-disciplined children, especially those who cannot behave in public. I'd ALMOST feel like hitting them, but the most I''ll do is stare back. Yes, you might say they're ignorant, but isn't it the duty of the parents to discipline their child so they wouldn't make a din in public? -.- Picture a family dinner in a fine-dining restaurant. All is peaceful until you hear the screams and cries of a little imp at the other table. I'd secretly wish that all of them would get chased out of the restaurant. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the sudden mention, you might ask? Today while I was at Tampines, I was waiting outside the toilet when this cute, innocent looking little girl walked past and looked at me when suddenly she FLICKED HER WET HANDS AT MY PANTS. I was like, wtf was that for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-6892296829399514504?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/6892296829399514504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=6892296829399514504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/6892296829399514504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/6892296829399514504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-realise-that-i-have-extremely-low.html' title=''/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-427441297818549459</id><published>2009-05-09T21:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T21:23:28.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's nothing to blog about. Because today there was nothing to do. And I'm rotting like a banana(?) at home!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I am..................................&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored. To tears, literally. I need something to do. I don't feel like myself at all. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-427441297818549459?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/427441297818549459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=427441297818549459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/427441297818549459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/427441297818549459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/05/theres-nothing-to-blog-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-3450635738655681410</id><published>2009-05-08T18:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T19:16:57.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello dear reader, we meet again. What a long time it's been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MYE's done and dusted just like that. Time flies, indeed. Over the past few days, I've had little thoughts about what I wanna do next time - when we become the pillars of society and feed our families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe an unpredictable job would be nice, where working hours are irregular. Everyday would be different, but stability seems to be the downside. Then again, I definitely wouldn't want a 9 to 5 job, glued to an office chair looking at papers and documents. After all, I don't think money's the real issue(maybe not now), but job satisfaction. At the end of the day, you wouldn't be happy with a high-paying job you've absolutely no interest in, would you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sure is tough to decide on the path you are to take. It may seem so far away now, but in the blink of an eye, you'll find it right in front of your face, forcing you to make a decision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-3450635738655681410?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3450635738655681410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=3450635738655681410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/3450635738655681410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/3450635738655681410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-dear-reader-we-meet-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-4744488818598490794</id><published>2009-05-01T01:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T01:48:21.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life's like a race, don't you think? Sometimes you soar and sometimes, you fall. If that happens, all you've gotta do is get up on your feet and go the distance! Likewise, whenever you encounter a setback in your own race to the finish, just remember - life goes on no matter how tough the going gets, because if only you believe, you will pull through and succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone out there looking at this, if there's anything bothering or upsetting you, don't fret. Follow your instincts and do what you think is right, because there's always a lesson to be learnt from every experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-4744488818598490794?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/4744488818598490794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=4744488818598490794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/4744488818598490794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/4744488818598490794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/05/lifes-like-race-dont-you-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-2660873111495551456</id><published>2009-04-30T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T23:04:16.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/Sfm9uM-8wXI/AAAAAAAAAgU/7UWgKSeTDbc/s1600-h/DSC06706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330500235426578802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/Sfm9uM-8wXI/AAAAAAAAAgU/7UWgKSeTDbc/s400/DSC06706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-2660873111495551456?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2660873111495551456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=2660873111495551456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/2660873111495551456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/2660873111495551456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/Sfm9uM-8wXI/AAAAAAAAAgU/7UWgKSeTDbc/s72-c/DSC06706.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-3190054174708827956</id><published>2009-04-30T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:56:41.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/Sfm8B9a0-jI/AAAAAAAAAgE/0ybTK_KafT0/s1600-h/DSC06773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330498375822670386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/Sfm8B9a0-jI/AAAAAAAAAgE/0ybTK_KafT0/s400/DSC06773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-3190054174708827956?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3190054174708827956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=3190054174708827956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/3190054174708827956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/3190054174708827956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/04/d.html' title=''/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/Sfm8B9a0-jI/AAAAAAAAAgE/0ybTK_KafT0/s72-c/DSC06773.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-6269785974940336062</id><published>2009-04-26T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:55:28.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am going to stand my ground.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to do what I've just told myself I would.&lt;br /&gt;I will look back at this post and say that I DID IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-6269785974940336062?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/6269785974940336062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=6269785974940336062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/6269785974940336062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/6269785974940336062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-going-to-stand-my-ground.html' title=''/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-4234921493394516006</id><published>2009-04-26T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T17:45:40.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SfQtN3sBd_I/AAAAAAAAAf8/38Zv8swLsqA/s1600-h/DSC06743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328933975396284402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SfQtN3sBd_I/AAAAAAAAAf8/38Zv8swLsqA/s400/DSC06743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SfQtN4UyXfI/AAAAAAAAAf0/6FuKW6gVQQU/s1600-h/DSC06744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328933975567261170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SfQtN4UyXfI/AAAAAAAAAf0/6FuKW6gVQQU/s400/DSC06744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-4234921493394516006?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/4234921493394516006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=4234921493394516006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/4234921493394516006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/4234921493394516006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SfQtN3sBd_I/AAAAAAAAAf8/38Zv8swLsqA/s72-c/DSC06743.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-72210108361257951</id><published>2009-04-25T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:41:23.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:30;color:#fe0044;"&gt;I ♥ Mexican food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-72210108361257951?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/72210108361257951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=72210108361257951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/72210108361257951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/72210108361257951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-mexican-food.html' title=''/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-4758717562126905236</id><published>2009-04-25T01:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T01:14:08.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bout me. :D</title><content type='html'>ABC About You Questions:&lt;br /&gt;A - AVAILABLE: No.&lt;br /&gt;B - BIRTHDAY: 29 May.&lt;br /&gt;C - CRUSHING ON: No one.&lt;br /&gt;D - DRINK YOU LAST HAD: Chinese tea.&lt;br /&gt;E - EASIEST PERSON TO TALK TO: Joel? :D&lt;br /&gt;F - FAVORITE SONG: Circus - Britney Spears. *spasms*&lt;br /&gt;G - GUMMY BEARS OR GUMMY WORMS: Wurms.&lt;br /&gt;H - HOMETOWN: Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;I - IN LOVE WITH: Sueeeee.&lt;br /&gt;J - JUGGLE: Mebbeh.&lt;br /&gt;K - KILLED SOMEONE: In Runescape, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;L - LONGEST CAR RIDE: To Malaysia probably.&lt;br /&gt;M- MILKSHAKE FLAVOR: Strawberry!&lt;br /&gt;N - NUMBER OF SIBLINGS: One.&lt;br /&gt;O - ONE WISH: To have infinite wishes. Teehehe.&lt;br /&gt;P - PERSON YOU CALLED LAST: Dad.&lt;br /&gt;R- REASON TO SMILE: When I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;S - SONG YOU LAST HEARD: Insomnia - Craig David&lt;br /&gt;T - TIME YOU WOKE UP: 6.20am.&lt;br /&gt;U - UNDERWEAR COLOR/PATTERN: No idea.&lt;br /&gt;V - VEGETABLE(S): Okay with them.&lt;br /&gt;W - WORST HABIT: Not sitting properly lol.&lt;br /&gt;X - X-RAYS YOU'VE HAD: One for my dislocated jaw. =x&lt;br /&gt;Y – YOYOS ARE: Funnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;Z - ZODIAC SIGN: Gemini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Questions About You:&lt;br /&gt;Spell your name without vowels: Fln.&lt;br /&gt;What color do you wear most?: White.&lt;br /&gt;Least favorite color?: Poo green.&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to?: Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy with your life right now?: Pretty much.&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite class in school?: You know, I actually look forward to Chinese a little lol. Well BTTP, Literature is the lurrrrve!&lt;br /&gt;When do you start back at school/college?: Monday next week. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;Are you outgoing?: Quite.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite pair of shoes?: None. ._.&lt;br /&gt;Where do you wish you were right now?: Anywhere but where I am right now. Prefably on a grassy pasture with a star studded sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CANS:&lt;br /&gt;Can you dance?: NOT FOR NUTZ.&lt;br /&gt;Can you tie a cherry stem with your mouth?: Uh no?&lt;br /&gt;Can you whistle?: Yes I can.&lt;br /&gt;Write with both hands?: Yes, though my left hand's handwriting is almost illegible.&lt;br /&gt;Walk with your toes curled?: LOLWHUT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DO'S:&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe there is life on other planets?: Perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in miracles?: Seldom.&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in magic?: Do you believe in maaagic~ in a young girl's heart, how... Sorry I couldn't resist. 8-D&lt;br /&gt;Love at first sight?: No.&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in Satan?: No I don't think so&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in Santa?: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how to swim?: Yep.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like roller coasters?: HAHA I LOVE ROLLER COASTERS&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you could handle the stuff they eat on those reality shows?: Neh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE HAVES:&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on a plane?: Yesh.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever asked someone out?: Like, only once or twice.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been asked out by someone?: Yeh.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been to the ocean? Beachhh.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever painted your nails?: I buff them too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WHATS:&lt;br /&gt;What is the temperature outside?: Like, 26, 27?&lt;br /&gt;What radio station do you listen to?: 91.3fm. All the other stations crap a lot.&lt;br /&gt;What was the last restaurant you ate at?: Country club food. Goooood.&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you bought?: Food.. o.o&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing on TV you watched?: D.I.E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WHOS:&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you IM'd?: Aaaaandrew.&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you took a picture of?: Meeeee. Lololol.&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you said I love you to?: Eileen :v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRYING SECTION:&lt;br /&gt;Ever really cried your heart out?: Yeah, only once.&lt;br /&gt;Ever cried yourself to sleep?: Yeh.&lt;br /&gt;Ever cried on your friend's shoulder?: No.&lt;br /&gt;Ever cried over the opposite sex?: Yesh. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;Do you cry when you get an injury?: No.&lt;br /&gt;Do certain songs make you cry?: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY SECTION.&lt;br /&gt;Are you a happy person?: Totally.&lt;br /&gt;What can make you happy?: Nice things that people say and do!&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish you were happier?: Not really.&lt;br /&gt;Can music make you happy?: Yesh, the satisfaction you get from successfully finding a torrent/download for music is happygasmic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE SECTION.&lt;br /&gt;How many times have you had your heart broken?: Okay, once.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever loved someone so much that you'd die for them?: Mebbeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK AT ME.&lt;br /&gt;What is your current hair color?: Brown and black.&lt;br /&gt;Current piercings?: Ears.&lt;br /&gt;Have any tattoos?: Naw.&lt;br /&gt;Eye color?: Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN A BOY/GIRL:&lt;br /&gt;Favorite eye color: Never thought about this before. Blue? 8-D&lt;br /&gt;Short or long hair: Um, short ? o-o&lt;br /&gt;Height: Taller than me, at least.&lt;br /&gt;Best clothing: Whatever floats their boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER&lt;br /&gt;Been to jail: Nooo.&lt;br /&gt;Mooned someone: Huh.&lt;br /&gt;Ran away from home: No.&lt;br /&gt;Laughed so hard you cried: Always.&lt;br /&gt;Cried in school: Yeh.&lt;br /&gt;Thrown up in a store: No. 0_0&lt;br /&gt;Done something really stupid that you still laugh at today: Totally.&lt;br /&gt;Gonne skinny dipping: No. x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS OR THAT&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke: Coke.&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's or Burger King: Mac.&lt;br /&gt;Single or Group Dates: Single. =x&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla: Vanilla.&lt;br /&gt;Strawberries or Blueberries: Strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;Meat or Veggies: Meat.&lt;br /&gt;TV or Movie: Depends lol. How about watching a movie on TV? 8-D&lt;br /&gt;Guitar or Drums?: Drums.&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike: Nike.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese or Mexican: I've never tried Mexican before.&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios or Corn Flakes: Cornflakes.\&lt;br /&gt;Cake or Pie: Pie.&lt;br /&gt;MTV or VH1: MTV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-4758717562126905236?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/4758717562126905236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=4758717562126905236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/4758717562126905236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/4758717562126905236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/04/abc-about-you-questions-available-no.html' title='Bout me. :D'/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-3909842549707031535</id><published>2009-04-21T22:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T22:48:54.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:30;color:#fe0044;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOEL . :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-3909842549707031535?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3909842549707031535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=3909842549707031535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/3909842549707031535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/3909842549707031535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-joel-yow.html' title='Happy birthday!'/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-5583523053792553049</id><published>2009-04-19T20:18:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T20:51:20.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SesZChF4qII/AAAAAAAAAfs/4C6w_g5LFXM/s1600-h/DSC06690-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326378515329230978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SesZChF4qII/AAAAAAAAAfs/4C6w_g5LFXM/s400/DSC06690-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*raises eyebrows* Who's this idiot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:30;color:#fe0044;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JUDY GOU GOU. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a happy day! My aunt stayed over at my place so we could accompany her for the weekend. Today the three of us went out to have lunch at Vivo, sort of like, a birthday treat. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then we walked around and ended up shopping for clothes. Speaking of which, I think that I'm like, addicted to shopping, because I've been getting clothes on every trip to shopping malls. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ya anyway, my cousins and aunt came to join us. Eugene was shopping for a schoolbag, but he couldn't make up his mind on whether to get the purple one, or the grey one or the blue one. He settled for the blue one in the end, which I thought looked a bit like checkered boxers lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326375972626378754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SesWugySMAI/AAAAAAAAAfc/t5uYrzsZbpQ/s400/DSC06696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After that we went to Pet Safari where we saw that cat(refer to picture above) with the humongous marble-like eyes. It totally reminded me of Garfield HAHA. It was really fat and lazy-looking. Yeah then we went off and had dinner at Bukit Ho Swee. By the time we ate it almost 8(omg it rhymes HAHA).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-5583523053792553049?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5583523053792553049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=5583523053792553049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/5583523053792553049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/5583523053792553049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-judy-gou-gou.html' title=''/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SesZChF4qII/AAAAAAAAAfs/4C6w_g5LFXM/s72-c/DSC06690-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-4451715766948495261</id><published>2009-04-18T20:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T20:43:47.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure bliss.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SenKFsWb8qI/AAAAAAAAAfM/qu5LHKYOrLY/s1600-h/DSC06688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326010233495745186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SenKFsWb8qI/AAAAAAAAAfM/qu5LHKYOrLY/s400/DSC06688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.udders.com.sg/"&gt;Udders Ice Cream! :D&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-4451715766948495261?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/4451715766948495261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=4451715766948495261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/4451715766948495261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/4451715766948495261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/04/udders-ice-cream-d.html' title='Pure bliss.'/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SenKFsWb8qI/AAAAAAAAAfM/qu5LHKYOrLY/s72-c/DSC06688.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-6033764614955426115</id><published>2009-04-18T17:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T20:35:32.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake up call.</title><content type='html'>Ever felt butterflies in your stomach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's exactly how I'm beginning to feel when I think about the mid years coming to our faces in less than two weeks. Well I'm glad tuition is starting soon for me. It might be a little too late, but as they say, better late than never! Hopefully with the help of a tutor, my grades will improve, because I do wish to get promoted to Sec 3 Express. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I really need to reorganise myself and my personal timetable, which is something I should've done quite a long time ago. I'm not afraid to be honest about this; I'm a very ill-disciplined person in terms of studying and doing revision. Whenever I tell myself I'll study really hard, some other stupid reasons just overrules my stand. I guess if I don't change this attitude of mine, I'll never do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really marvel at how some people can cope just fine with both studies and personal time. I guess a lot of them keep to their priorities and aren't as easily distracted as me. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps in a week or so I'll look back at this blog post and think nothing of it. How do I help myself? Study tips, anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-6033764614955426115?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/6033764614955426115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=6033764614955426115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/6033764614955426115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/6033764614955426115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/04/wake-up-call.html' title='Wake up call.'/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-7060245028605523814</id><published>2009-04-17T18:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T18:59:54.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking of you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kxfxDycUVnE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kxfxDycUVnE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-7060245028605523814?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/7060245028605523814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=7060245028605523814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/7060245028605523814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/7060245028605523814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/04/thinking-of-you.html' title='Thinking of you.'/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-403614128001277532</id><published>2009-04-12T15:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T16:13:03.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Too bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?&lt;br /&gt;Part ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2. If you can have a dream come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Dream that everything turns out the way I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 If you could be at one place right now, where would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Lying in the meadows on a starry night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4. Are you confused as to what lies ahead of you?&lt;br /&gt;Kind of, but I don't know what lies ahead, so, ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5. What's your ideal lover like?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, prefably someone *dreamy* with the eyes of Enrique Iglesias, talents of Justin Timberlake(I'd settle for Matt Giraud too :P), James Morrison's sexy voice, Jude Law's hair and Brad Pitt's abs. Ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;Both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7. How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?&lt;br /&gt;As long as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Give them my blessings and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9. Is there anything that has made you unhappy these days?&lt;br /&gt;No, not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10. What do you want most in life?&lt;br /&gt;A positive attitude and beautiful things to look at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#11. Is being tagged fun?&lt;br /&gt;Fun as in getting excited that someone typed a boliao message on your blog coz they're bored or wants to get tagged back, then no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#12. How do you see yourself in ten years time?&lt;br /&gt;Ruler of the world, duhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#13. Who is the current most important person to you?&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of important people in my life! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#14. What type of person do you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;I just ripped it off a blog coz I have nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#15. Would you rather be single &amp;amp; rich or married but poor?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on the relationship status I'm most happy with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#16. If you could have any animal for a pet, what would it be ?&lt;br /&gt;A dog or cat. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#17. What are one of those things which you would prefer not to do?&lt;br /&gt;Go streaking and end up on the headlines of Straits Times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#18. What kind of person do you think you are?&lt;br /&gt;Random and outgoing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#19. What do you define as a bad day?&lt;br /&gt;When I feel unhappy or when something makes me upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#20. If you have to choose between love and friendship, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;In cirucmstances like that I think I'd back out of both.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-403614128001277532?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/403614128001277532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=403614128001277532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/403614128001277532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/403614128001277532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/04/too-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-2872931891068965122</id><published>2009-04-11T23:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T23:58:11.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sampson Lim, you're finally in NS. Hope you get used to life in there. You sounded a little moody just now, but I'm sure things'll get better after you start adapting to the environment. You should eat more since you're so thin, then when you train you'll get big bulging muscles and those washboard abs LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in two weeks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-2872931891068965122?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2872931891068965122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=2872931891068965122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/2872931891068965122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/2872931891068965122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/04/sampson-lim-youre-finally-in-ns.html' title=''/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-1032137472089653901</id><published>2009-04-11T16:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T17:55:41.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This blog post is specially dedicated to Joel Yow. spaz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Joel sleeps a lot. I still can't figure out if he's a pig or a monkey.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's very good in English. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He likes to play soccer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He wishes he's tanner.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's hatched a plot to undergo sex change to escape the clutches of NS.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's tall. *clenches fists*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He and I are using the same phone!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's gonna have rabbits and horses in his huge pasture in the future.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He likes rainbows and clouds and stars and sunrises and beautiful sceneries.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's got a sweet tooth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His favourite singer is JMac.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He sleeps on a bunk bed on the higher level.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His phone just got repaired.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He wishes to have free unlimited SMSes like me. :P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's in my Favourites on MSN.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His birthday is in ten days. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He likes my blog song. HAHAHA.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He wishes to protest against Facebook for changing the layout.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His DN has a !.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He dreamt I stole his toothbrush.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is NOT almighty. :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He didn't know what rotor meant until I told him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His hair has a lot of colours like brown or copper.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He can't use chopsticks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He thought that Enid Blyton was Grid Blyton.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He likes Terminal Three.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He wants small eyes coz he thinks they're cute. (?) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He said he'll treat me to Swensons. :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His laptop very noop.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's the top scorer of the Facebook quiz I made.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh he's scared of cockroaches.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He likes to find mistakes in my spelling and then blog for everyone to see.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He likes Mopiko. I like Mopiko too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He never clears his inbox coz he derives pleasure from seeing the bar move slowly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's only been to four countries in 15 years of his life, 16 soon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He doesn't like drinking water.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He doesn't have a favourite colour, coz he likes a lot of colours.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He doesn't eat spicy stuff.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He likes school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He sucks at Chemistry.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is Proffesergeant Yow. HAHAHAHA.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He never knew dysfunctional was spelt with a Y. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He has a nickname called 911.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He missed his marksman badge by 4 points.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He notices that the stars are all around us, too. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He hid a star in his heart. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He thinks jeans are hot(literally).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He bought a pink shirt to wear on his birthday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He keeps his angpau money in the bank and accumulates it to buy toilet paper.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He now has bragging rights to this blog post I just dedicated to him. :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-1032137472089653901?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://s458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06632.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/DSC06632.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howdy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, I did a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ran like never before&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mugged for exams&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Carried shopping bags&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wore oversized T-shirts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Took photos of the sky&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got frightened(by a lot of things)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smelt people's sweat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talked about shampoo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sang birthday songs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hugged people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Texted A to Z to &lt;em&gt;FLAUNT my unlimited smses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laughed at cold jokes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Played a Thai recorder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had my hair tied like Chunli(yes, Street Fighter -.-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PLAYED Street Fighter for the first time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;E-mailed to China&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ate cup noodles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Broke a chopstick&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Borrowed stationery&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spinned a shiny nailclipper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Copied nine math worksheets in 2 hours&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brought out my inkless printer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drank apple juice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had my stomach growl like there was a crocodile in it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shouted my face off&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bathed in icy cold water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Realised a scratch on my phone screen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Won a massive battle of SPS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wondered whether life exists outside Earth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Worried if the apocalypse is in three years&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did footdrills&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Felt an urge to boycott Facebook&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Racked brains over choice of subject combination&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laughed my head off&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talked to people I don't usually do on MSN&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Looked at baby shoes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did something retarded in Funan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saw a car with Pikachu stickers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got freaked out by a giant moth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hid hair wax&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wrote useless stuff on Eileen's hand&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bought milk tea with a green straw&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saw an uncle spit outside a shopping centre&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Envied bicycle-riders&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trimmed my nails&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had my hair trimmed when I didn't really want it to be&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sang along with American Idol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laughed at idiotic Ninja Warrior participants&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Camwhored&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay this post is really random. Whatever. LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-169315229263586134?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/169315229263586134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=169315229263586134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/169315229263586134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/169315229263586134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/04/photobucket.html' title=''/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-2243380866153943426</id><published>2009-04-05T17:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T17:15:58.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do what you love most.&lt;br /&gt;Say what you want to.&lt;br /&gt;Be who you really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because who are you putting up a show for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-2243380866153943426?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2243380866153943426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=2243380866153943426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/2243380866153943426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/2243380866153943426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/04/do-what-you-love-most.html' title=''/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-3013077153779822452</id><published>2009-04-04T12:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T13:19:43.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Great_walls_of_fear_by_Nofakzar.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/Great_walls_of_fear_by_Nofakzar.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything felt like a pretence. The walls I'd built around me to protect me in the day, seemed to all crumble down at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past week had been pretty rough. Yesterday was the only better one. I'd been doing a lot of thinking lately, so much so that I couldn't stop once I started. I thought about the things that matter to me, like my family and friends. I didn't feel like I was myself, because all along, I'd been telling people to think positive, and there I was, contradicting myself. This went on for the past few days. I knew I had to stop it all, I had to stop thinking like the apocalypse was tomorrow. And finally, I did, with the help of a couple of others, I managed to pull myself out of the situation I was in. Heart-to-heart talks really helped bring back my self-worth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-3013077153779822452?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3013077153779822452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=3013077153779822452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/3013077153779822452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/3013077153779822452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/04/past-week-has-been-pretty-rough-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-6400347785491602604</id><published>2009-04-03T15:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T15:33:06.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When you're feeling down and out, lost and insecure, alone and inferior, like you have no one to rely on, you're wrong. You might not think so, because I didn't, but it's really the case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-6400347785491602604?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/6400347785491602604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=6400347785491602604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/6400347785491602604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/6400347785491602604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-youre-feeling-down-and-out-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-6320333744416444318</id><published>2009-03-28T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T21:06:41.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/Sc4g3F3LuDI/AAAAAAAAAes/4RYsHDh7zIs/s1600-h/JUANSS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318224340809660466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/Sc4g3F3LuDI/AAAAAAAAAes/4RYsHDh7zIs/s400/JUANSS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-6320333744416444318?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/6320333744416444318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=6320333744416444318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/6320333744416444318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/6320333744416444318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/Sc4g3F3LuDI/AAAAAAAAAes/4RYsHDh7zIs/s72-c/JUANSS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-748298095515034565</id><published>2009-03-27T22:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T22:52:44.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ripped off Joel's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] You have yelled at an inanimate object for 'hurting' you.&lt;br /&gt;[ ]You have ran into a glass/screen door.&lt;br /&gt;[X] You have jumped out of a moving vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;[X] You have thought of something funny and laughed, then people gave you weird looks.&lt;br /&gt;[X] You have ran into a tree/bush.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have been called a "blonde".&lt;br /&gt;[X] You know that it IS possible to lick your elbow.&lt;br /&gt;[X] You just tried to lick your elbow. (see above)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You never knew that the Alphabet and Twinkle Twinkle Little Star have the same rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You sang them to make sure.(see above AGAIN)&lt;br /&gt;[X] You have tripped on your own feet and fallen.&lt;br /&gt;[X] You have choked on your own spit.&lt;br /&gt;[X] You have seen the Matrix/Star Wars and still don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;[ ]You type with three fingers or less.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have accidentally caught something on fire.&lt;br /&gt;[X] You have caught yourself drooling.&lt;br /&gt;[X] You have fallen asleep in class&lt;br /&gt;[X] Sometimes you just stop thinking.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Sometimes when you are telling a story you forget what you were talking about.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] People often shake their heads and walk away from you.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are often told to use your "inside voice".&lt;br /&gt;[X] You use your fingers to do simple math.&lt;br /&gt;[X] You have eaten a bug accidentally.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are taking this test when you should be doing something more important.&lt;br /&gt;[X] You have put your clothes on backwards or inside out, and didn't realize it.&lt;br /&gt;[X] You've looked all over for something and realized it was in your hand/pocket the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You repost bulletins because you are scared that what they say will happen to you if you don't.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You break a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;[X] You tilt your head when you're confused.&lt;br /&gt;[X] You have fallen out of your chair before.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] When you're lying in bed, you try to find pictures in the texture on the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;[X] The word "um" is used many times a day.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You don't know what "um" means.&lt;br /&gt;[X] You say "what" and "huh" a lot.&lt;br /&gt;[X] You used a calculator to multiply your score for this bulletin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 21 MULTIPLY BY 3 &amp;amp; REPOST WITH "I AM 64% RETARDED"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;s&gt;64%&lt;/s&gt; &lt;em&gt;100%&lt;/em&gt; retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And if you use a calculator just put yourself as 100% Retarded. (I just saw it. -.-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-748298095515034565?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/748298095515034565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=748298095515034565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/748298095515034565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/748298095515034565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/03/ripped-off-joels-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-8143890835022308127</id><published>2009-03-27T18:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:25:42.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry I haven't been posting these days! I've been banned from the computer for weekdays coz my results for the first term were really bad. I only met one target - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chinese(?!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Ya sooo, sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was really eventful. We got a lot of free time in school this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've spammed pictures below. ENJOY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06429.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/DSC06429.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06430.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/DSC06430.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06431.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/DSC06431.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Small eyes are cute okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06432.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/DSC06432.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06433.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/DSC06433.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ben and I. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06435.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/DSC06435.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JJ, me and the formidable nail-polishing block.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06436.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/DSC06436.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06437.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/DSC06437.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mummy and I. My wallpaper btw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06438.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/DSC06438.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Group pic with Matt and Juan left out. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Credits to Lydia for taking photo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06439.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/DSC06439.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06440.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/DSC06440.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My wonderful friend, Lydia. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06441.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/DSC06441.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Keane erzi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06442.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/DSC06442.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Desperate bid to grow tall. ~_~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06443.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/DSC06443.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06446.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/DSC06446.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06447.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/DSC06447.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06448.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/DSC06448.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;See? It's Mi re do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06452.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/DSC06452.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06456.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/DSC06456.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Awesome seniorrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06458.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/DSC06458.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06459.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/DSC06459.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Candy floss! =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06462.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/DSC06462.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eileen hates this tree coz it's slanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06463.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/DSC06463.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06464.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/DSC06464.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My lurrrve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06467.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/DSC06467.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eileen kept pointing out that my feet got different colour already. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06469.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/DSC06469.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My sister. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06472.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/DSC06472.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06474.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/DSC06474.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06476.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/DSC06476.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06478.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/DSC06478.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We camwhored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06479.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/DSC06479.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06481.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/DSC06481.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06482.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/DSC06482.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we tried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06483.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/DSC06483.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I was hidden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06484.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/DSC06484.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then it was Ben.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06485.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/DSC06485.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And uh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06486.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/DSC06486.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ben again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06487.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/DSC06487.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And me again. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06488.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/DSC06488.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06489.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/DSC06489.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay the top half of the photos were from Wednesday, when I went to be an extra in STH's group study. We had a lot of fun camwhoring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I think everyone looks good on camera, and even more so as they smile! :D&lt;br /&gt;Smiling expresses your happiness and positive feelings and attitude, so everyone should smile all the time! So even if you aren't in the best of moods, everyone else's joy will rub off on you right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay soooo, the second half of the photos were during cross country today. I have so many things to blog about for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up earlier than usual this morning, to meet a few friends at Tiong so we could go to Chinese Garden together. Yes, ABOUT THE CHINESE GARDEN. There's really nothing much about that place, and the X-country route was really quite boring. ~_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ, Eileen, KY and I were initially intending to walk the whole route together, but KY couldn't participate at all, due to his heart murmur condition. So the three of us had plans to meet up halfway through the race at first, but watching the Sec One boys stride with ease across the finish line, and looking at the &lt;em&gt;looked-like-a-short-distance-from-far &lt;/em&gt;racing route, Eileen and I couldn't resisssssst the temptation to run. Yeah then we ran, and we ran, and we ran, and I ran and she walked. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to pace myself like how Lydia always tells me to. I never trained at all this year, and I've been skipping TKD lessons for almost half a year already. So, naturally my stamina's starting to decrease. Nevertheless, I had this burning determination to complete the race, RUNNING. Really pushed myself to the limits, and I'm happy to say that I never stopped running at all. There was a moment when I started to brisk walk, but my heart started pounding like mad, and I was beginning to hyperventilate, so I started running again. I almost wanted to stop just metres away from the finish, because I really couldn't take it anymore. I wasn't like that last year. But I guess determination weighs out equally with training! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached the finish line, only remembered seeing Ben cheering for me. I felt really woozy, and so Lydia took me to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Skipskipskip-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember hyperventilating in the toilet, and looking for a plastic bag to breathe into. It was really very very scary. I couldn't feel my legs. T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went out to rest. Thanks Lydia, for all the help. You're a wonderful friend. Loves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was prize-giving ceremony. It was almost the most excruciating part of the day. Anyway, congratulations to everyone that did their best, and to the handful of girls of 2F who did really well. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah anyway, went out with STH after on. We took a really long train ride back to Tiong, and had lunch at BK. As you could see from the photos, we spent a VERY long time trying to take one that could fit everyone in. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planned to meet Keyang at Queensway after he went home to collect the receipt for the collection of STH shirts. We went to Telok Blangah to collect the pants for Junpeng, Ben and Keane, and then to Queensway Shopping Centre. We took like a million bus rides. Okay I'm exaggerating, but it really was a LOT. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06501.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/DSC06501.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya so we collected the shirts and crapped veryvery much. Went to take more photos. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;This last big photo was made possible with Esther's long arms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06492.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/DSC06492.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Please don't take away what I love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-8143890835022308127?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/8143890835022308127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=8143890835022308127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/8143890835022308127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/8143890835022308127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-sorry-i-havent-been-posting-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-5408476384009841691</id><published>2009-03-23T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:53:36.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:200%;"&gt;I hate patronising you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-5408476384009841691?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5408476384009841691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=5408476384009841691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/5408476384009841691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/5408476384009841691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-hate-patronising-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-8100282468804315678</id><published>2009-03-20T14:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T17:10:58.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Face it; things happen, people change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-8100282468804315678?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/8100282468804315678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=8100282468804315678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/8100282468804315678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/8100282468804315678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-happen.html' title=''/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-2069300994070532327</id><published>2009-03-18T23:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T19:02:53.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06364.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/DSC06364.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STAR/MOON-SHAPED TANGYUANS. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-2069300994070532327?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2069300994070532327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=2069300994070532327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/2069300994070532327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/2069300994070532327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/03/starmoon-shaped-tangyuans.html' title=''/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-5319403417434512918</id><published>2009-03-18T20:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T20:46:35.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gahh. Eveything's been changing everywhere. I can't stand it. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-5319403417434512918?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5319403417434512918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=5319403417434512918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/5319403417434512918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/5319403417434512918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/03/gahh.html' title=''/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-3702590717061792140</id><published>2009-03-16T21:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T21:58:20.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DOWN WITH THE NEW FB.</title><content type='html'>Hello. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a good mood today! Got up bright and early this morning. I must be too used to getting up early for school. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now I shall rant about what I'm unhappy about over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the fun and easy to use Facebook baaaaaaaaaack. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the new Facebook homepage layout is really messy and difficult to readdd. I don't even feel like going into Facebook anymore lahh. It's totally not user-friendly. To change is good, but it should be made practical and easy to use, instead of changing into something that just doesn't work out. It's really frustrating and annoying to see that EVERY lil' thing you do on Facebook gets posted for everyone to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought Facebook listens to our feedback, what we like and what we don't. The new Facebook homepage layout seems to be universally hated, but they aren't changing it back. I think it's pretty clear already that everyone wants the old Facebook back, and I hope all the negative comments on this will bring back the old homepage format, or at least give us an option whether we wanna use it or not. ~_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DOWN WITH THE NEW FB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-3702590717061792140?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3702590717061792140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=3702590717061792140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/3702590717061792140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/3702590717061792140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello_16.html' title='DOWN WITH THE NEW FB.'/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-1413292862767782539</id><published>2009-03-15T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T22:05:15.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06347.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px" height="689" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/DSC06347.jpg" width="395" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay hello. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went Japanese twice today. I'm veryveryvery(recurring) full now. Stupid sticky rice. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I would wonder what it'd be like living someone else's life for a day. Maybe after that, I'll better treasure my possessions; not only material goods, but importantly, family and friends. Because now, I think my interpersonal relationships are strained. Those with my family members, especially. I just wish that there'll be more understanding and empathy, in both actions, and words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-1413292862767782539?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/1413292862767782539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=1413292862767782539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/1413292862767782539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/1413292862767782539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/03/okay-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-3644456789817948457</id><published>2009-03-15T17:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T11:45:50.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Copy and paste and put your own answers in. The purpose of this is to get to know your friends better and it's so much fun! Here are the rules - post this list on your profile (in Notes) replacing my answers with yours. (You can add the notes tab to your profile page! Tag 25 people to do the same thing and tag the person who tagged you too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I tagged YOU, it's because I want to know more about YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?&lt;br /&gt;No, but maybe my parents got inspiration for my name after chancing upon a cat. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?&lt;br /&gt;I don't really recall. I think a week or two ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?&lt;br /&gt;I guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?&lt;br /&gt;Chicken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Good question. *Deliberates*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. DO YOU USE SARCASM?&lt;br /&gt;Lol hell no.&lt;br /&gt;*sarcasm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS?&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP?&lt;br /&gt;Doubt so. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL?&lt;br /&gt;Coco crunch? &gt;_&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(In case you haven't noticed, 12's missing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM?&lt;br /&gt;Mangoooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?&lt;br /&gt;Eyes. Then probably hair or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. RED OR PINK?&lt;br /&gt;Red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. WHAT IS YOUR LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF?&lt;br /&gt;Height. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;Late grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO COMPLETE THIS LIST?&lt;br /&gt;Only if they want to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING?&lt;br /&gt;N.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(Missing.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eternity&lt;/em&gt; by Robbie Williams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE?&lt;br /&gt;R-A-I-N-B-O-W. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. FAVORITE SMELLS?&lt;br /&gt;Er, bread?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?&lt;br /&gt;A telemarketer enquiring about the products I buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(Missing.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH?&lt;br /&gt;Soccer. And the Hotdog-eating marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. HAIR COLOR?&lt;br /&gt;Black, with a tinge of brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. EYE COLOR?&lt;br /&gt;Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. FAVORITE FOOD&lt;br /&gt;Chicken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?&lt;br /&gt;I'd say Scary Movies, but Happy Endings make me feel all fluffy inside so I'd have to go with Happy Endings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED?&lt;br /&gt;Marley And Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. WHAT COLOR OF SHIRT DO YOU LIKE TO WEAR?&lt;br /&gt;It really depends on my mood. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. SUMMER OR WINTER?&lt;br /&gt;Winter. I've been experiencing summer 365 days of each year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. HUGS OR KISSES?&lt;br /&gt;Both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(And missing. -.-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND TO?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND TO?&lt;br /&gt;No one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Er no book. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD?&lt;br /&gt;My mouse, and a bit of my keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON TV LAST NIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;Arsenal and Blackburn's match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. FAVOURITE SOUND(S)?&lt;br /&gt;Dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES?&lt;br /&gt;I think both are good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. WHERE IS THE FARTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME?&lt;br /&gt;Beijing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT?&lt;br /&gt;Damien Chan look here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I CAN TOUCH MY TOES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46 WHERE WERE U BORN?&lt;br /&gt;Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. WHOSE ANSWERS ARE YOU LOOKING FORWARD TO GETTING BACK?&lt;br /&gt;No one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. HOW DID YOU MEET YOUR SPOUSE/SIGNIFICANT OTHER?&lt;br /&gt;Pass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-3644456789817948457?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3644456789817948457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=3644456789817948457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/3644456789817948457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/3644456789817948457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/03/copy-and-paste-and-put-your-own-answers.html' title=''/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-5676178782584310237</id><published>2009-03-14T22:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T22:53:31.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. I've changed my blogskin. AGAIN. Do give comments on the tagboard. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had band today. Earlier, this time. There was some drama between a band member and our conductor. Like a few others, the tension made me wanna cry. I didn't la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I just realised that today is the first day of the March holidays.&lt;br /&gt;I feel odd not going to school. I wanna see my friendssssss. DDD:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-5676178782584310237?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5676178782584310237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=5676178782584310237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/5676178782584310237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/5676178782584310237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-4615882214306510626</id><published>2009-03-14T17:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T17:21:27.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The earth is dying.&lt;br /&gt;The ozone is depleting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's because of the selfish human beings we are. We'd compromise the future generations for our own self-centered reasons. Play your part and make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.earthhour.org/"&gt;http://www.earthhour.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join Earth Hour, Saturday 28 March 2009 at 8.30pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-4615882214306510626?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/4615882214306510626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=4615882214306510626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/4615882214306510626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/4615882214306510626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/03/earth-is-dying.html' title=''/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-5232330295968672092</id><published>2009-03-12T23:29:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T21:05:38.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever wondered, how dull the sky would look without the clouds to tap our imaginations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered, what it'd be like without the moon to illuminate our nights?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And have you ever looked hard enough, to notice the abundance of stars in the sky?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-5232330295968672092?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5232330295968672092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=5232330295968672092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/5232330295968672092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/5232330295968672092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/03/have-you-ever-wondered-how-dull-sky.html' title=''/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-4464069371037719921</id><published>2009-03-12T08:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T21:27:45.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salonpas</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just pasted two Salonpas pain-relieving patches on my shoulders. And they don't seem to be working very well. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312096801117515570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/Sbhb5VsZLzI/AAAAAAAAAd0/bFdGWWZtxKI/s320/Salonpas-Pain-Relieving-Patch-190840-PRODUCT-MEDIUM_IMAGE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta lug my horn back to school later. Taxi?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-4464069371037719921?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/4464069371037719921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=4464069371037719921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/4464069371037719921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/4464069371037719921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/03/salonpas.html' title='Salonpas'/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/Sbhb5VsZLzI/AAAAAAAAAd0/bFdGWWZtxKI/s72-c/Salonpas-Pain-Relieving-Patch-190840-PRODUCT-MEDIUM_IMAGE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-7265290104250523366</id><published>2009-03-11T18:18:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T22:42:34.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home sweet home.</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;My shoulders are aching very, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt; badly. It's partly the work of lifting up a french horn off my lap and playing 6-7 minute pieces(with occasional rests).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT THE MAIN REASON IS...........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311873640470856098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SbeQ7rgGwaI/AAAAAAAAAdk/kQdV5yAR-Hc/s320/DSC06317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311873639236114306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SbeQ7m5uF4I/AAAAAAAAAds/NsfIGZh2OXQ/s320/DSC06318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-7265290104250523366?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/7265290104250523366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=7265290104250523366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/7265290104250523366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/7265290104250523366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/03/hi.html' title='Home sweet home.'/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SbeQ7rgGwaI/AAAAAAAAAdk/kQdV5yAR-Hc/s72-c/DSC06317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-7103111995786145396</id><published>2009-03-08T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T00:01:10.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>30 SECRETS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Have you ever been asked out?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Where was your default picture taken?&lt;br /&gt;Err no picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What's your middle name?&lt;br /&gt;I don't have one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Does your crush like you back?&lt;br /&gt;I don't have one hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) What is your current mood?&lt;br /&gt;Siandiaoxsz-ed coz I haven't done my DnT file.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) What's your mom's maiden name?&lt;br /&gt;Chan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) What color shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Grey. It's my Taekwondo National Championships shirt. Oversized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) If you could go back in time and change something, would you?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I would. Just one thing though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Ever had a near death experience?&lt;br /&gt;YEAH I DID. Almost got hit by a taxi once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Something you do a lot?&lt;br /&gt;Smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Who can you tell anything to?&lt;br /&gt;Joel. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Name someone with the same birthday as you?&lt;br /&gt;Yenyi. And Mr Foo and Amelia. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) If you could have one super power what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;DO ANYTHING I WANT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) What's the first thing you notice about the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;Eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) What do you usually order from starbucks?&lt;br /&gt;Mocha Ice Blended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) What's your biggest secret?&lt;br /&gt;This is public. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;Yellow and green. wtebs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Do you still watch kiddy movies or tv shows?&lt;br /&gt;DISNEY AND NICKELODEON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Do you speak any other language?&lt;br /&gt;CHINESE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) What's your favorite smell?&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a favourite smell?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Describe your life in one word, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Have you ever kissed in the rain?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) What are you thinking about right now?&lt;br /&gt;Answering you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) What should you be doing?&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping/doing my DnT file.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;My dad's snoring. And the fan. How pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) Do you like working in the yard?&lt;br /&gt;Yard? I don't even like working hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28)If you could have any last name in the world, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Alba LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29)Do you act differently around the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;Nope I'm the same person around almost anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30)Who was the last person to make you cry?&lt;br /&gt;This is public. :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-7103111995786145396?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/7103111995786145396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=7103111995786145396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/7103111995786145396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/7103111995786145396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/03/30-secrets-1-have-you-ever-been-asked.html' title=''/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-6488786971738470025</id><published>2009-03-08T21:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T21:53:23.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Mother Nature,</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Presenting...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;The Nice Things I've Seen Today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SbPNV_dE8AI/AAAAAAAAAdc/kKKKfEGYRF0/s1600-h/DSC06291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310814163294285826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SbPNV_dE8AI/AAAAAAAAAdc/kKKKfEGYRF0/s320/DSC06291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SbPNIg1d-zI/AAAAAAAAAdU/jW4dKHLs3e0/s1600-h/DSC06290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310813931736791858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SbPNIg1d-zI/AAAAAAAAAdU/jW4dKHLs3e0/s320/DSC06290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SbPNIZxd6rI/AAAAAAAAAdM/wrrFA0VMAcs/s1600-h/DSC06293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310813929840962226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SbPNIZxd6rI/AAAAAAAAAdM/wrrFA0VMAcs/s320/DSC06293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SbPNIIbCgmI/AAAAAAAAAdE/8h6pco3fX4Q/s1600-h/DSC06298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310813925183488610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SbPNIIbCgmI/AAAAAAAAAdE/8h6pco3fX4Q/s320/DSC06298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SbPNHoD0TrI/AAAAAAAAAc8/45q_i-IGrDE/s1600-h/DSC06300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310813916496154290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SbPNHoD0TrI/AAAAAAAAAc8/45q_i-IGrDE/s320/DSC06300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SbPNHDp5hyI/AAAAAAAAAc0/CEungV__Jlo/s1600-h/DSC06302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310813906723768098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SbPNHDp5hyI/AAAAAAAAAc0/CEungV__Jlo/s320/DSC06302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a regular weekend, nothing else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-6488786971738470025?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/6488786971738470025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=6488786971738470025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/6488786971738470025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/6488786971738470025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-mother-nature.html' title='Oh Mother Nature,'/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SbPNV_dE8AI/AAAAAAAAAdc/kKKKfEGYRF0/s72-c/DSC06291.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-4833726730723014332</id><published>2009-03-07T23:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T23:36:03.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a note from Facebook. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type only ONE word answers. It's harder than you think!! Here is what you are supposed to do... and please don't spoil the fun... copy and paste into your own note, type in your answers and tag a bunch of people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;RED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your hair?&lt;br /&gt;BROWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your father?&lt;br /&gt;FIFTY-ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite thing?&lt;br /&gt;PHONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dream last night?&lt;br /&gt;NONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite drink?&lt;br /&gt;VARIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dream/goal?&lt;br /&gt;dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room you are in?&lt;br /&gt;LIVING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fear?&lt;br /&gt;COCKROACHES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you want to be in 6 years?&lt;br /&gt;HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muffins?&lt;br /&gt;(Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of your wish list items?&lt;br /&gt;NONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where you grew up?&lt;br /&gt;SINGAPORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing you did?&lt;br /&gt;TYPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;BLACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your TV?&lt;br /&gt;SOCCER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your pets?&lt;br /&gt;PANGSEH-ED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your computer?&lt;br /&gt;ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life?&lt;br /&gt;BORING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mood?&lt;br /&gt;BORED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing someone?&lt;br /&gt;YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your car?&lt;br /&gt;NONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite store?&lt;br /&gt;SEVENELEVEN. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your summer?&lt;br /&gt;EVERYDAY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite color?&lt;br /&gt;YELLOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you laughed?&lt;br /&gt;TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three people who email me?&lt;br /&gt;FACEBOOK, FRIENDSTER, BLOGGER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of my favorite foods?&lt;br /&gt;DESSERT!, DONUTS, ICECREAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three places I would rather be right now?&lt;br /&gt;BED, BEACH, MOON HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three people I think will respond?&lt;br /&gt;HIM, HER, YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-4833726730723014332?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/4833726730723014332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=4833726730723014332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/4833726730723014332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/4833726730723014332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-note-from-facebook.html' title=''/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-2438931573250325897</id><published>2009-03-07T22:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T23:16:08.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Letter A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you available?: Yes I am! Look I'm doing this coz I'm available.&lt;br /&gt;What is your age?: 13 and 9 months!&lt;br /&gt;What annoys you?: Twits, teen smoking habits, tactless fools. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Letter B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you live in a big house?: I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;When is your birthday?: 29 May.&lt;br /&gt;Who is your best friend?: No one in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Letter C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite candy?: No favourite. I like all types of candy! Well, almost.&lt;br /&gt;Who's your crush?: No one, no one, no oneeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you cried?: Er recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Letter D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you daydream?: I think I do. :\&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite kind of dog?: I dunno. I like big dogs!&lt;br /&gt;What day of the week is it?: Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Letter E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you like your eggs?: Sunny side up. =D&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in the emergency room?: Nope!&lt;br /&gt;What's the easiest thing ever to do?: Talk nonsense. (indeed, Esther.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Letter F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever flown in a plane?: Yes! I LOVE FLYING IN PLANES.&lt;br /&gt;Do you use fly swatters?: No.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever used a foghorn?: What's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Letter G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you chew gum?: Yesss.&lt;br /&gt;Are you a giver or a taker?: Both!&lt;br /&gt;Do you like gummy candies?: YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Letter H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you?: Bored and tired.&lt;br /&gt;What color is your hair?: Black and brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Letter I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite ice cream?: I FORGOT THE BRAND. T_T&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever ice skated?: Yep. It sucked. :(&lt;br /&gt;Do you play an instrument?: YES HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Letter J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite jelly bean brand?: I dunno?&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear jewelry?: Earrings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Letter K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you want to kill?: _______.&lt;br /&gt;Do you want kids?: Yes!&lt;br /&gt;Where did you go for kindergarten?: PAP Whampoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Letter L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you laid back?: Not quite.&lt;br /&gt;Do you lie? : Everyone does. But not often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Letter M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats your favorite movie?: MARLEY AND ME.&lt;br /&gt;Do you still watch Disney movies?: Yes!&lt;br /&gt;Do you like Mangoes?: I lurrrrve mangoes! Dried ones too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Letter N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a nickname?: One too many.&lt;br /&gt;What is your real name?: Feline.&lt;br /&gt;Whats your favorite number?: 6.&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer night over day?: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Letter O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your one wish?: Happiness all around!&lt;br /&gt;Are you an only child?: No. I have an older brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Letter P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What one fear are you most paranoid about?: COCKROACHES.&lt;br /&gt;What's a personality trait you look for in people?: Attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Letter Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite quote?: HELLO EVERYONE! XD&lt;br /&gt;Are you quick to judge people?: Sometimes. But I'll try make an effort to get to know them if I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Letter R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you're always right?: No&lt;br /&gt;Are you one to cry?: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Letter S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer sun or rain?: Pour, rain, pour!&lt;br /&gt;Do you like snow?: I've never seen real snow before, but I'd definitely love to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Letter T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;What time is it?: 11.01pm&lt;br /&gt;What time did you wake up?: 7.15&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you slept in a tent?: I totally forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Letter U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you wearing underwear?: DUH.&lt;br /&gt;Underwear or boxers?: Underwear. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Letter V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the worst veggie?: Lady's finger. *NOOOOOO emoticon*&lt;br /&gt;Where do you want to go on vacation?: US, UK, Japan AND INDIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Letter W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your worst habit?: Grinding teeth.&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live?: Balestier.&lt;br /&gt;What's your worst fear?: COCKROACHES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Letter X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had an x-ray?: Nope!&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen the x-games?: ?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Do you own a xylophone?: WHEN I WAS LITTLE, I HAD A KIDDY XYLOPHONE WHICH BROKE. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Letter Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like the color yellow?: How'd you know it was my favourite colour! OH GREEN IS TOO!&lt;br /&gt;What's one thing you yearn for?: The ability to read minds. wtebs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Letter Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats your zodiac sign?: Gemini&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in the zodiac?: Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite zoo animal?: I dunno??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-2438931573250325897?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2438931573250325897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=2438931573250325897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/2438931573250325897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/2438931573250325897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/03/quizzes.html' title='Quizzes.'/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-8988273419373271643</id><published>2009-03-07T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T15:46:01.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get lost.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-8988273419373271643?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/8988273419373271643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=8988273419373271643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/8988273419373271643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/8988273419373271643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/03/shut-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-6331150697367924184</id><published>2009-03-06T23:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T00:00:12.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF again.</title><content type='html'>Just got home.&lt;br /&gt;Just had dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Just took a bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and gosh. My feet are hurting like I-don't-know-what. Been out for the whole day after school. Had band exchange at MJR. I think Teck Whye Band sounded very together! MJR did well too. Had a little issue after that. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a train from school to Raffles with Keyang and Eileen to watch the Chinese play at VT. It was quite interesting, actually. The lighting was damn nice. Other than that, it was just okay for me.. I guess I don't appreciate such stuff, coz I ALMOST fell asleep in the theatre, and our principal was just behind us. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to meet Esther with KY and Eileen at Dhoby Ghaut after the play. Walked so blarrrrdy much. T_T Then we went to LJS at Plaza Sing for dinner. There weren't any other options; the other fast food outlets were either closed, or were too crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were queuing, I found that the counter lady was damn freaking rude. Her service attitude totally sucked. (N) She was slow, too. And pulled a long face. She gave Esther an oversized cup cover, which made her spill hot soup and scald herself. &gt;:C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-skips talking part-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a cab home. I was really, really tired. My feet're like, gonna break anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SbFFdr3l-HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/NsOuxBot9qY/s1600-h/DSC06278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310101811940948082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SbFFdr3l-HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/NsOuxBot9qY/s320/DSC06278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SbFFdQ1iAXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/4kZ0uQhSg-4/s1600-h/DSC06279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310101804684542322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SbFFdQ1iAXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/4kZ0uQhSg-4/s320/DSC06279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SbFFdJBPMcI/AAAAAAAAAb0/gmZOKrk7N4s/s1600-h/DSC06280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310101802586157506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SbFFdJBPMcI/AAAAAAAAAb0/gmZOKrk7N4s/s320/DSC06280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SbFFc9Hjq9I/AAAAAAAAAbs/MvvwLAuYLcE/s1600-h/DSC06282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310101799391439826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SbFFc9Hjq9I/AAAAAAAAAbs/MvvwLAuYLcE/s320/DSC06282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SbFFce6QZKI/AAAAAAAAAbk/PMGyQ023MY8/s1600-h/DSC06283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310101791282586786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SbFFce6QZKI/AAAAAAAAAbk/PMGyQ023MY8/s320/DSC06283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry for the blurred shots, my hands were shakey. :S&lt;a href="http://s458.photobucket.com/albums/qq301/kisses-likeroses/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06279.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-6331150697367924184?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/6331150697367924184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=6331150697367924184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/6331150697367924184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/6331150697367924184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/03/tgif-again.html' title='TGIF again.'/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SbFFdr3l-HI/AAAAAAAAAcE/NsOuxBot9qY/s72-c/DSC06278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-9101053604784300649</id><published>2009-03-04T21:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T21:11:16.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden silence.</title><content type='html'>MY BLOGHITS HAVE HIT 5000. And counting. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was ________ &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1.)&lt;/span&gt; lousy &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2.)&lt;/span&gt; boring &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3.)&lt;/span&gt; unexciting &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;4.)&lt;/span&gt; HORRIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;I was _______&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; 1.)&lt;/span&gt; sleepy &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2.)&lt;/span&gt; lethargic &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3.)&lt;/span&gt; tired &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;4.) &lt;/span&gt;dozy the whole of lesson time. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I'm just bored. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-9101053604784300649?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/9101053604784300649/comments/default' 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Best of Me - &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was made the wrong way&lt;br /&gt;won't you do me the right way&lt;br /&gt;where you gonna be tonight&lt;br /&gt;'cause I won't stay too long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe you're the light for me&lt;br /&gt;when you talk to me it strikes me&lt;br /&gt;won't somebody help me&lt;br /&gt;'cause I don't feel too strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it something that I said&lt;br /&gt;was it something that I did&lt;br /&gt;or the combination of both that did me wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm hoping you'll sing along&lt;br /&gt;Though it's not your favorite song&lt;br /&gt;don't wanna be there when there's nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;you know that some of us spin again&lt;br /&gt;when you do, you need a friend&lt;br /&gt;don't wanna be there when there's nothing left for me&lt;br /&gt;and I hate the thought of finally being erased&lt;br /&gt;baby that's the best of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's behind you&lt;br /&gt;but the hope still stands beside you&lt;br /&gt;living in every moment&lt;br /&gt;have I wasted all your time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was there something that I said&lt;br /&gt;was there something that I did&lt;br /&gt;or the combination I broke that did me have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm hoping you'll sing along&lt;br /&gt;though it's not your favorite song&lt;br /&gt;don't wanna be there when there's nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;you know that some of us spin again&lt;br /&gt;when you do, you need a friend&lt;br /&gt;don't wanna be there when there's nothing left for me&lt;br /&gt;and I hate the thought of finally being erased&lt;br /&gt;baby that's the best of me&lt;br /&gt;baby that's the best of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm hoping you'll sing along&lt;br /&gt;though it's not your favorite song&lt;br /&gt;don't wanna be there when there's nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;you know that some of us spin again&lt;br /&gt;when you do, you need a friend&lt;br /&gt;don't wanna be there when there's nothing left for me&lt;br /&gt;and I hate the thought of finally being erased&lt;br /&gt;baby that's the best of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-5303985440420357146?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5303985440420357146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=5303985440420357146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/5303985440420357146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/5303985440420357146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/03/best-of-me.html' title='The best of me.'/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-1997614724538060428</id><published>2009-03-01T09:20:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T22:19:59.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moonlight ride.</title><content type='html'>While munching on my cold, overnight Subway Melt, I figured I should blog about yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was my parents' 24th wedding anniversary!&lt;/em&gt; But they didn't care. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday while grocery shopping with my dad, my slipper spoilt. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Flat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308026060205595826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SanllCESHLI/AAAAAAAAAbM/YlRvu5IgMag/s320/DSC06238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I dragged my feet all the way home with ^^^^^. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We(were supposed to) went to Novena Square to have dinner,&lt;em&gt; THEN&lt;/em&gt; get a new pair of slippers, but my superglued pair spoilt again, so we got the slippers first. I was walking around half-barefooted. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got this yellow and black pair! I like it very much. :D I still keep my old pair though, for memories' sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308025901674665090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SanlbzfkFII/AAAAAAAAAa8/UFQj0tHoPaE/s320/DSC06241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAD SUBWAY FOR DINNER. Subway Melt as usual. I got footlong, that's why I'm eating the other half now. :D Went home; dad slept while I iSketched! Then we went to watch a movie. We went down 10 minutes before the show started, and we haven't even bought tickets. Lol but we weren't late! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were supposed to watch &lt;em&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/em&gt;, then found out it was NC16, so we watched &lt;em&gt;Marley and Me&lt;/em&gt; instead. It was an awesome show! I cried my heart out. :( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I won't reveal the plot here, so, watch it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-1997614724538060428?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/1997614724538060428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=1997614724538060428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/1997614724538060428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/1997614724538060428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/03/while-munching-on-my-cold-overnight.html' title='Moonlight ride.'/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SanllCESHLI/AAAAAAAAAbM/YlRvu5IgMag/s72-c/DSC06238.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-6983368344836026285</id><published>2009-02-27T18:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T22:13:53.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ADAM LAMBERT 101%!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SafHTV5NvAI/AAAAAAAAAa0/z9u8ESaa680/s1600-h/adamlambert1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307429820987980802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SafHTV5NvAI/AAAAAAAAAa0/z9u8ESaa680/s320/adamlambert1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SafHTJuibmI/AAAAAAAAAas/E0qHglKmHsE/s1600-h/AdamLambert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307429817721974370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SafHTJuibmI/AAAAAAAAAas/E0qHglKmHsE/s320/AdamLambert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SafHSw1phSI/AAAAAAAAAak/S--g7TnJVXU/s1600-h/adam_lambert_ai8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307429811040912674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SafHSw1phSI/AAAAAAAAAak/S--g7TnJVXU/s320/adam_lambert_ai8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LURRRRRRVE ADAM LAMBERT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He sings really really well, and he's got the look!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year's American Idol's really stiff competition. &lt;em&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/em&gt; is so good. Not everyone la, but there really is ridiculous talent in America. Kelly Clarkson lookalike Allison Iraheta's not bad too, but no one can compare to the original. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School was a drag, &lt;em&gt;as usual&lt;/em&gt;. Keyang didn't come to school; he's down with a fever. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-6983368344836026285?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/6983368344836026285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=6983368344836026285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/6983368344836026285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/6983368344836026285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/02/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SafHTV5NvAI/AAAAAAAAAa0/z9u8ESaa680/s72-c/adamlambert1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-6050802415708344625</id><published>2009-02-26T22:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T22:29:36.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick!</title><content type='html'>Ahoy mateys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm convinced that everyone is falling sick due the bad weather. +o(&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all get well soon okay! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-6050802415708344625?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/6050802415708344625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=6050802415708344625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/6050802415708344625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/6050802415708344625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/02/sick.html' title='Sick!'/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-2424561760384554054</id><published>2009-02-25T18:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:38:17.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GUNGHO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;At times, I really wish I could just run away to a land that no one knows of, away from everything and everyone. Everyone's compromising life's values, taking everything they possess for granted. I CAN'T STAND IT. WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE. The stress of family, the stress of school; it's all getting too hard for me to handle already. No one empathises, no one understands. I think I seriously need some stress/anger management. I swear if things carry on this way, I'll be getting suicidal thoughts. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why won't people just take things easy? Tightening your reins over me'll just suffocate me to death you know. Yes, there's the generation gap. So naturally there'll be a communication problem. I don't know how to tell you how the hell I feel, how YOUR acts negatively affect my impression of YOU over time, so I get really really pissed and burst into tears and let my emotions flow. Like today. Twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it's the weather that's causing me to be irritable/intolerant of late. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I learnt a new word during Literature today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;gung-ho / &lt;em&gt;adj&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;very eager to support something dangerous or violent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh there was this HUGE rainbow just now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306697552427095410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SaUtTs7aFXI/AAAAAAAAAac/uVAmfGrjk1Q/s320/DSC06228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-2424561760384554054?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2424561760384554054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=2424561760384554054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/2424561760384554054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/2424561760384554054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/02/gungho.html' title='GUNGHO.'/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SaUtTs7aFXI/AAAAAAAAAac/uVAmfGrjk1Q/s72-c/DSC06228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-30826019391947071</id><published>2009-02-23T19:58:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T20:52:21.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothingness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SaKYc0ik-BI/AAAAAAAAAaU/mVDKBsyqcUk/s1600-h/DSC06189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305970931903297554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SaKYc0ik-BI/AAAAAAAAAaU/mVDKBsyqcUk/s320/DSC06189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear &lt;s&gt;Diary&lt;/s&gt; blog,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My brother is going to Taiwan in 15 hours. I never thought I would say this, but I'll miss him. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's my source of motivation (although it doesn't seems very much that way). I go to him whenever I need help with my work, or someone to talk to when I'm troubled. He can always relate to me, and often gives me sensible advice. More often than not, I'll quarrel with him, but only over trivial matters. =X&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;He'll b&lt;/span&gt;e serving NS in April. I hope he'll put on some weight because he's super thin. :\ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wishing you a safe flight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-30826019391947071?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/30826019391947071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=30826019391947071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/30826019391947071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/30826019391947071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/02/nothingness.html' title='Nothingness.'/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SaKYc0ik-BI/AAAAAAAAAaU/mVDKBsyqcUk/s72-c/DSC06189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-3003296504958919202</id><published>2009-02-22T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T23:26:33.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponies and rainbows.</title><content type='html'>These days, I get really lazy to type. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SaFuDGthl4I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ySJXC_w5cf4/s1600-h/DSC06209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305642835639375746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SaFuDGthl4I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ySJXC_w5cf4/s320/DSC06209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; I like the ripples in the sky. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305642841954530546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SaFuDePLNPI/AAAAAAAAAaE/DqoXSGUUshM/s320/DSC06210.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do not feed &lt;s&gt;Joels&lt;/s&gt; monkeys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-3003296504958919202?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3003296504958919202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=3003296504958919202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/3003296504958919202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/3003296504958919202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/02/ponies-and-rainbows.html' title='Ponies and rainbows.'/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SaFuDGthl4I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ySJXC_w5cf4/s72-c/DSC06209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-8742107641068620806</id><published>2009-02-21T15:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T12:46:30.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S.T.H.</title><content type='html'>Band was awesome. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SZ-13_7M45I/AAAAAAAAAZo/2csjENpT2Vk/s1600-h/Image168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305158859722908562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SZ-13_7M45I/AAAAAAAAAZo/2csjENpT2Vk/s320/Image168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;I love STH. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-8742107641068620806?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/8742107641068620806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=8742107641068620806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/8742107641068620806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/8742107641068620806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/02/sth.html' title='S.T.H.'/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SZ-13_7M45I/AAAAAAAAAZo/2csjENpT2Vk/s72-c/Image168.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-346210019774645533</id><published>2009-02-20T21:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T21:04:01.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say it again for me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="200" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9F9q_k5TWqo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9F9q_k5TWqo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Marie Digby - Say It Again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-346210019774645533?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/346210019774645533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=346210019774645533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/346210019774645533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/346210019774645533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/02/say-it-again-for-me.html' title='Say it again for me.'/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-682375705746921978</id><published>2009-02-18T19:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T20:11:21.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Group studyyy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;L.O.L.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304095685928841890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SZvu7I54cqI/AAAAAAAAAWA/PylrlsWkz3U/s400/DSC06118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304095688253898642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SZvu7RkN_5I/AAAAAAAAAWI/9PCazhNbdAI/s400/DSC06119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304095695641796818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SZvu7tFoYNI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_UJviQ1TOQc/s400/DSC06120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;★&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304095697216195410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SZvu7y8_y1I/AAAAAAAAAWY/rZuCtjseFX8/s400/DSC06124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304095703487358450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SZvu8KUKJfI/AAAAAAAAAWg/FtWAI8paZrg/s400/DSC06125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Group pic #1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304104385096311410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SZv21f1B4nI/AAAAAAAAAZA/yucNujiNvUI/s400/DSC06127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SZv21D8Yt8I/AAAAAAAAAY4/p7phILMXYeo/s1600-h/DSC06128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304104377610975170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SZv21D8Yt8I/AAAAAAAAAY4/p7phILMXYeo/s400/DSC06128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SZv208eFWMI/AAAAAAAAAYw/NxRcziVUY2k/s1600-h/DSC06129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304104375604828354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SZv208eFWMI/AAAAAAAAAYw/NxRcziVUY2k/s400/DSC06129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; MUFF. @#$%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SZv20lfOE9I/AAAAAAAAAYo/-WJ1NPWAcAQ/s1600-h/DSC06132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304104369435579346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SZv20lfOE9I/AAAAAAAAAYo/-WJ1NPWAcAQ/s400/DSC06132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SZv20A3qBSI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Qfj78ez1mfg/s1600-h/DSC06133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304104359605962018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SZv20A3qBSI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Qfj78ez1mfg/s400/DSC06133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Biscuitfly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SZv1gxLLT6I/AAAAAAAAAYY/Hm8VKFzxPYM/s1600-h/DSC06134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304102929463725986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SZv1gxLLT6I/AAAAAAAAAYY/Hm8VKFzxPYM/s400/DSC06134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Unglam #1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SZv1gnpGH_I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/dmaAHTp-UuU/s1600-h/DSC06136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304102926904860658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SZv1gnpGH_I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/dmaAHTp-UuU/s400/DSC06136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Unglam #2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SZv1gKDNL-I/AAAAAAAAAYA/yK1NB7gN27E/s1600-h/DSC06138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304102918961311714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SZv1gKDNL-I/AAAAAAAAAYA/yK1NB7gN27E/s400/DSC06138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Seductive pose #1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SZv1fvUo7XI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Ek3tlC1qK3Y/s1600-h/DSC06142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304102911786675570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SZv1fvUo7XI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Ek3tlC1qK3Y/s400/DSC06142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Seductive pose #2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SZv0w_8JmUI/AAAAAAAAAXw/PnVkSSnvVGM/s1600-h/DSC06143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304102108793510210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SZv0w_8JmUI/AAAAAAAAAXw/PnVkSSnvVGM/s400/DSC06143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love Jiajun and Esther's faces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SZv0wSB7CxI/AAAAAAAAAXo/qyoI5SzgUDQ/s1600-h/DSC06144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304102096469691154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SZv0wSB7CxI/AAAAAAAAAXo/qyoI5SzgUDQ/s400/DSC06144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SZv0wNqG0-I/AAAAAAAAAXg/a74SEEsDui0/s1600-h/DSC06145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304102095296058338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SZv0wNqG0-I/AAAAAAAAAXg/a74SEEsDui0/s400/DSC06145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Group pic #2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SZv0v-6Pe3I/AAAAAAAAAXY/9Qqet5JOc40/s1600-h/DSC06146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304102091337202546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SZv0v-6Pe3I/AAAAAAAAAXY/9Qqet5JOc40/s400/DSC06146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Group pic #3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304102081988958146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SZv0vcFcl8I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/PcotTnJbUZs/s400/DSC06147.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Group pic #4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SZvv-h0hHOI/AAAAAAAAAXI/j-bj5_Z7B-M/s1600-h/DSC06149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304096843668462818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SZvv-h0hHOI/AAAAAAAAAXI/j-bj5_Z7B-M/s400/DSC06149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes we pose for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SZvv-EV3hhI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Ncb2tGzfW3U/s1600-h/DSC06150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304096835755279890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SZvv-EV3hhI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Ncb2tGzfW3U/s400/DSC06150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304096838304463794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SZvv-N1o-7I/AAAAAAAAAW4/uR3Clpm6wY0/s400/DSC06151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SZvv9iMEfcI/AAAAAAAAAWw/y79qSmaGliw/s1600-h/DSC06152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304096826587381186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SZvv9iMEfcI/AAAAAAAAAWw/y79qSmaGliw/s400/DSC06152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SZvv9p_Wq3I/AAAAAAAAAWo/Wlklj9_5RjE/s1600-h/DSC06153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304096828681530226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SZvv9p_Wq3I/AAAAAAAAAWo/Wlklj9_5RjE/s400/DSC06153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Boy, that was tedious.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-682375705746921978?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/682375705746921978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=682375705746921978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/682375705746921978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/682375705746921978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/02/group-studyyy.html' title='Group studyyy.'/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SZvu7I54cqI/AAAAAAAAAWA/PylrlsWkz3U/s72-c/DSC06118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-4955520112176591719</id><published>2009-02-16T19:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:27:23.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suckish.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;weather's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-4955520112176591719?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/4955520112176591719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=4955520112176591719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/4955520112176591719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/4955520112176591719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/02/suckish.html' title='Suckish.'/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-7736880663489253084</id><published>2009-02-15T21:41:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T22:24:55.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crumbling down,</title><content type='html'>Hey you.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, &lt;em&gt;YOU.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP LOOKING AROUND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M TALKING TO YOU?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing's first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;DIAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Dian's birthday! Went to celebrate with her along with her friends. We were supposed to catch &lt;em&gt;Bride Wars&lt;/em&gt;, but then we draaaaaaaaaaaaagged, then we didn't in the end. Dian, Yenyi and I went to get a birthday cake. She treated us to lunch! Thank you, Dian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*skipskip*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Skypark to cut the cake. Everyone took A LOT of pictures. I didn't stay for the movie in the end; I wanted to go home earlier to do stuff. Besides, they were gonna watch &lt;em&gt;The Curious Case Of Benjamin Button&lt;/em&gt;, which is three freakin' hours. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like green. And I wanna watch &lt;em&gt;Benjamin Button&lt;/em&gt;. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edits post*&lt;br /&gt;I would like to tell you about my dream last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that Gavin aand I were painting the exterior of a huge hotel in Taiwan. It was super high, and super scary. The funny thing is, WE FINISHED IN 2 HOURS. We painted sunflowers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then then, I dreamt that we went for a rollercoaster ride, then he fell off and died. But then he came back to life! :\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-7736880663489253084?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/7736880663489253084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=7736880663489253084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/7736880663489253084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/7736880663489253084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/02/crumbling-down.html' title='Crumbling down,'/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-4971942612358976629</id><published>2009-02-14T20:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T20:23:55.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amidst the crowd, I see you.</title><content type='html'>I editted my profile and changed my blogskin(again). I thought this one's pretty neat and cool. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-4971942612358976629?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/4971942612358976629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=4971942612358976629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/4971942612358976629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/4971942612358976629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/02/amidst-crowd.html' title='Amidst the crowd, I see you.'/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-7436216156969278080</id><published>2009-02-14T01:24:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T17:03:01.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="200" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3BRw_ihZRJI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3BRw_ihZRJI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Slow-mo B*tch Slap. Gotta love the distorted face! XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-7436216156969278080?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/7436216156969278080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=7436216156969278080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/7436216156969278080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/7436216156969278080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/02/slow-mo-btch-slap.html' title=''/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-574631953064080790</id><published>2009-02-13T21:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T21:22:15.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M REALLY REALLY DETERMINED TO INCREASE MY TYPING SPEED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-574631953064080790?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/574631953064080790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=574631953064080790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/574631953064080790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/574631953064080790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-really-really-determined-to-increase.html' title=''/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-7459652901965923860</id><published>2009-02-13T19:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T22:27:46.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th.</title><content type='html'>Okay, let's see. We had Total Defence celebration in the morning. Half the school's from UG, so only half the student body was left. As we sang the National Anthem, I was really amused by the fact that it could actually be heard(from the UGs only), because the only times that we can hear the Anthem is Total Defence Day and National Day. Why is it so? Is it because you're wearing a uniform of your CCA? Why is it that you don't sing the National Anthem with pride when you're wearing your &lt;em&gt;school &lt;/em&gt;uniform?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironic, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had a fire drill practice a lil' later. It was quite orderly, I suppose, 'cause everyone got to the field in under 3 minutes. At times, I do wonder; In the event of a real fire, will this be the case? Can everyone keep their cool, or will it be every man for himself? Maybe in the midst of all the panic, none of the fire drill practices would actually come to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lessons as usual after that. Recess wasn't very good, so I shan't bring it up. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a make-up Lit test after school. I thought the test was okay. I'm glad I went prepared. :D&lt;br /&gt;Went for the extra band practice. My hair was hijacked by Jiajun, The Mad HairStylist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303030632942783682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SZgmQ5WRzMI/AAAAAAAAAVw/L4A8ffSITEo/s320/DSC00909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to Tiong with Eileen and Matthew. We went to Sweettalk to buy some drinks. You see, this part's really funny. I was trying to poke my straw into the plastic cover of my drink. Then, Matthew asked to look at my ez-link card. Yup, so he saw the picture. Then when I finally got the straw in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;KABOOM.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My drink exploded. I think it was the way I put my straw in la. Matthew said my picture was unlucky. :(&lt;br /&gt;IT'S FRIDAY THE 13TH DON'T YOU GET IT. Freaky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-7459652901965923860?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/7459652901965923860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=7459652901965923860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/7459652901965923860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/7459652901965923860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-13th.html' title='Friday the 13th.'/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SZgmQ5WRzMI/AAAAAAAAAVw/L4A8ffSITEo/s72-c/DSC00909.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-2662683092314166506</id><published>2009-02-11T16:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T16:18:16.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SZKJF9gNVzI/AAAAAAAAAVo/nwZ8ft4kLJE/s1600-h/DSC00903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301450446870501170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SZKJF9gNVzI/AAAAAAAAAVo/nwZ8ft4kLJE/s400/DSC00903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Family portrait yo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Stolen from kor's blog =X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-2662683092314166506?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2662683092314166506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=2662683092314166506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/2662683092314166506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/2662683092314166506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/02/family-portrait-yo-stolen-from-kors.html' title=''/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SZKJF9gNVzI/AAAAAAAAAVo/nwZ8ft4kLJE/s72-c/DSC00903.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-7658159066694829255</id><published>2009-02-11T16:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T19:03:08.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alive n' kicking yo.</title><content type='html'>Hi world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go to school today. I missed the Lit test I mugged the whole night for. :(&lt;br /&gt;Went to see Dr Seah. He said I had a nose allergy and that I'm prone to nasal-related infections. But! I think I'm ready to report to school tomorrow again; how hard can it be to get well with so many people caring about me? :D&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone for the concern and get-well-soon messages. :D&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I finally can relate to the idiom,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; 跳进黄河也洗不清&lt;/span&gt;。-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-7658159066694829255?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/7658159066694829255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=7658159066694829255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/7658159066694829255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/7658159066694829255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/02/alive-n-kicking-yo.html' title='Alive n&apos; kicking yo.'/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-3844579213934651370</id><published>2009-02-11T01:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T01:35:36.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know now doesn't seem like a normal time to be blogging, but whatever aha.&lt;br /&gt;I've just finished watching Bridge to Terabithia on Youtube. It was a really touching story. It's basically a story about friendship and imagination. Jesse, the protagonist, meets Leslie, who becomes his best friend, and his only one. She teaches him to "close his eyes, and open up his mind". Ultimately, he ends up losing her, but he becomes a better person than he previously was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was really meaningful, you should watch it too. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-3844579213934651370?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3844579213934651370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=3844579213934651370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/3844579213934651370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/3844579213934651370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-1701489046691169225</id><published>2009-02-09T18:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T19:04:14.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe.</title><content type='html'>Hello! I'm Beijing ren!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Okay forget that.&lt;br /&gt;I screwed up my English Free Writing test this morning. Kind of disappointed in myself.&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I passed my Maths test(by 1.5 marks yo :/)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh today on the way home, I was interviewed by a news crew outside of Novena Square. It was really kind of scary. I was asked about diabetes(I know, I know, why diabetes of ALL things). They said it was for some health programme, so ya la I tried to answer in complete sentences as they requested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going wallet-hunting tonight at Bugis again. My wallet has a big fat hole in the coin compartment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-1701489046691169225?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/1701489046691169225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=1701489046691169225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/1701489046691169225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/1701489046691169225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/02/breathe.html' title='Breathe.'/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-3008855239597206180</id><published>2009-02-08T22:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:06:51.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of these days,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Jaime's house to bai nian earlier in the afternoon. Jaiden was waaaaaaay cute. He was super chubby! Left their place soon after my dad was done with mahjong. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Tampines to hunt for a new wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAMPINES IS TOTALLY NOT A GOOD PLACE TO LOOK FOR WALLETS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't find a single one. My dad was like: "People in Tampines don't use wallet one ahh. =.-."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to my aunt's place later on and had steamboat dinner. The food there was terrific I tell you! I don't think there's anything my aunt doesn't know how to cook. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that lou hei, then watched TV and went home. Christina got fuzzy shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300441420374254018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SY7zY44socI/AAAAAAAAAVA/FYzXmOJs00E/s400/DSC06059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jaiden told my dad a joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300441429769078354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SY7zZb4mRlI/AAAAAAAAAVI/auNlAXICKlA/s400/DSC06067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Family. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300441429051385506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SY7zZZNfJqI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/cJw82ewOZJk/s400/DSC06070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me and D!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300441434049685282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SY7zZr1LJyI/AAAAAAAAAVY/o3_VrPQZqlg/s400/DSC06077.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Preparing the yusheng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SY7zZ3KMDWI/AAAAAAAAAVg/ICItw3qUpFU/s1600-h/DSC06082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300441437090614626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SY7zZ3KMDWI/AAAAAAAAAVg/ICItw3qUpFU/s400/DSC06082.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tadah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-3008855239597206180?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3008855239597206180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=3008855239597206180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/3008855239597206180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/3008855239597206180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-of-these-days.html' title='One of these days,'/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SY7zY44socI/AAAAAAAAAVA/FYzXmOJs00E/s72-c/DSC06059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-3300436419555708351</id><published>2009-02-08T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T10:45:07.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just changed my blogskin and tagboard. Do give your comments okay! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-3300436419555708351?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3300436419555708351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=3300436419555708351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/3300436419555708351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/3300436419555708351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-just-changed-my-blogskin-and-tagboard.html' title=''/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-1981458045390060471</id><published>2009-02-07T22:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T22:54:19.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly me to the moon,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Helloooooooooooo. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back home after spending the whole evening at Keyang's place.&lt;br /&gt;Weirong, Esther, Shimin, Keyang, Jiajun and I met up outside Tiong Mac before following KY to take Bus 123 to his house. KEYANG'S HOUSE GOT A LOT A LOT OF SHOES! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ahh BTTP. We watched Qi Tian Da Sheng! on TV. Then Joanne and her erm, best friend(?) came over for a lil' while. Had dinner a while later. Jiajun really likes soy sauce a lot.. Ben SMSed me halfway during dinner. The texts made Jiajun laugh his whole face red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched videos after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;OMG I LOVE QI TIAN DA SHENG LAHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I6PYS9_Ku3M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I6PYS9_Ku3M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a bit vulgar in a way, but super funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SERIOUSLY GOTTA LOVE THE AH MA'S VOICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300059093334791490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SY2XqhrMlUI/AAAAAAAAAUY/_A4DPegsF5s/s400/DSC06047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dinner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300059100655499058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SY2Xq88ltzI/AAAAAAAAAUg/WBUT2H-F1AA/s400/DSC06050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Some random shot I dunno who took.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300059103392629106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SY2XrHJLAXI/AAAAAAAAAUo/eQ4bbrlwOvg/s400/DSC06051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me, Jiajun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300059102912022370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SY2XrFWlh2I/AAAAAAAAAUw/HFFN0Ado7QI/s400/DSC06052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Esther, Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SY2XrRWrABI/AAAAAAAAAU4/hkpkzWb1A90/s1600-h/DSC06053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300059106133606418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SY2XrRWrABI/AAAAAAAAAU4/hkpkzWb1A90/s400/DSC06053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STH! Or or TSH, in context to the photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Went home some time later. Walked over to the bus stop with Jiajun and Keyang. Keyang walked me to the other side of the road and waited for the bus with me. Thank you, Keyang.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'd really love to sleep in tomorrow. :\&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-1981458045390060471?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/1981458045390060471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=1981458045390060471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/1981458045390060471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/1981458045390060471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/02/fly-me-to-moon.html' title='Fly me to the moon,'/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SY2XqhrMlUI/AAAAAAAAAUY/_A4DPegsF5s/s72-c/DSC06047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-3875139387757820640</id><published>2009-02-06T17:28:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T19:53:37.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take it away!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had a terrible stomachache last night. Slept early. It was probably the food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gahh. I now got resistance towards fried rice. -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We had a couple of classic moments at recess today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How we sat at recess:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yenyi - Sean - Gavin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-------TABLE-------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Keyang - Me - Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sean and Gavin squabbling about C********^, and who likes who, followed by confusion*&lt;br /&gt;(We obviously know it is Sean who likes C******** la. :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gavin: (to Sean) Your girlfriend la.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *points at Gavin* Who's your girlfriend!&lt;br /&gt;Gavin: (distracted by food, consequently, thinking I was talking to Sean) C********!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA IT WAS REALLY REALLY FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay doubt most of you get the joke . -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes after that, someone accidentally overturned a canteen bench,(or table, I'm not sure) then the whole canteen, (AND I MEAN REALLY THE WHOLE CANTEEN OKAY) went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was suddenly reminded of how loud that was, compared to the singing of the (almost silent)National Anthem and Pledge. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that during D&amp;amp;T, we got to use tablet PCs! It was the first time for me, so I was really excited. =D Oh then I brought my brother's card reader instead of a thumbdrive coz I couldn't find mine, then I couldn't save my drawing. :( Oh Jazz offered her Home Econs pudding to me! It tasted quite good actually. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to 4H to meet BEIJINGEXCHANGEPROGRAMME friends for brief meeting.&lt;br /&gt;Followed Keyang and Eileen to Subway. Went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fixed my new memory card after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MY C902 IS OFFICIALLY 100% PROBLEM-FREE. =D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;^Identity protected. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-3875139387757820640?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3875139387757820640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=3875139387757820640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/3875139387757820640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/3875139387757820640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/02/take-it-away.html' title='Take it away!'/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-1611891357879644233</id><published>2009-02-04T16:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T16:47:33.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is a maze.</title><content type='html'>School felt less draggy today than yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DUH.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Maths test totally ruined my day yesterday. I didn't complete the paper. -.-&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, it was Matthew and Keane's birthday yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, once again. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was much better.&lt;br /&gt;The Lit lesson was awesomeeeee. Coz we have an AWESOME teacher like Mrs Tee! Her lessons are really cheery, yeah so I enjoy all of 'em! I guess it's because she has a different teaching style. She gave us her &lt;em&gt;Three Step Approach To Success&lt;/em&gt;(?!)&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;for the upcoming common tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. Copy down schedule of tests.&lt;br /&gt;#2. STUDY.&lt;br /&gt;#3. Turn up for test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tadah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think Mrs Tee rocks. If not for her, I wouldn't have taken interest in oh-so-brilliant Lit. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm beginning to enjoy Chinese lessons too. I've become more attentive in class. ANDANDAND. Never thought I'd say this, really, but I actually look forward to Chinese lessons. But I seriously doubt I'll ever say so for Science or Maths&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ever. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-1611891357879644233?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/1611891357879644233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=1611891357879644233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/1611891357879644233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/1611891357879644233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/02/school-felt-less-draggy-today-than.html' title='Life is a maze.'/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-2809228407410703508</id><published>2009-02-01T20:26:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:15:34.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Past tense.</title><content type='html'>Years 2008/09 have certainly been quite smooth-sailing for me so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made tonnes of great new friends, experienced many of life's valuable lessons and gained lots of awesome skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I lost a very significant person in my life, whom nothing can make up for. Every now and then, I'll think of the good ol' times. How priceless they were. The last glance I had of you, I will never forget. It's been almost a year now; how time flies. I guess it's true when people say you only learn to cherish something when it's taken away from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe you're looking out for us every moment. I believe you're one of the stars in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do miss you. Very, very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-2809228407410703508?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2809228407410703508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=2809228407410703508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/2809228407410703508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/2809228407410703508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/02/youre-one-of-stars-in-sky.html' title='Past tense.'/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-5810615383272175628</id><published>2009-01-31T21:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T21:54:53.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly away,</title><content type='html'>My house feels like a gambling den. Really. It stinks la. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-5810615383272175628?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5810615383272175628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=5810615383272175628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/5810615383272175628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/5810615383272175628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/01/fly-away.html' title='Fly away,'/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-8024483862575602146</id><published>2009-01-31T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T11:11:52.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I just breathe,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="WIDTH: 300px"&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/WneHlaZlJL"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/WneHlaZlJL" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 1px; 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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Breathe - Michelle Branch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been driving for an hour&lt;br /&gt;Just talking to the rain&lt;br /&gt;You say I've been driving you crazy&lt;br /&gt;and its keeping you away&lt;br /&gt;So just give me one good reason&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why I should stay&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I dont wanna waste another moment&lt;br /&gt;in saying things we never meant to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I Take it just a little bit&lt;br /&gt;I, hold my breath and count to ten&lt;br /&gt;I, I've been waiting for a chance to let you in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I just breathe&lt;br /&gt;Let it fill the space between&lt;br /&gt;I'll know everything is alright&lt;br /&gt;Breathe&lt;br /&gt;Every little piece of me&lt;br /&gt;You'll see&lt;br /&gt;Everything is alright&lt;br /&gt;If I just breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's all so overrated&lt;br /&gt;In not saying how you feel&lt;br /&gt;So you end up watching chances fade&lt;br /&gt;And wondering what's real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I Give you just a little time&lt;br /&gt;I, Wonder if you realize&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting till I see it in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I just breathe&lt;br /&gt;Let it fill the space between&lt;br /&gt;I'll know everything is alright&lt;br /&gt;Breathe,&lt;br /&gt;Every little piece of me&lt;br /&gt;You'll see&lt;br /&gt;Everything is alright&lt;br /&gt;If I just breathe&lt;br /&gt;Breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I whisper in the dark,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping you hear me&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I just breathe&lt;br /&gt;Let it fill the space between&lt;br /&gt;I'll know everything is alright&lt;br /&gt;Breathe,&lt;br /&gt;Every little piece of me&lt;br /&gt;You'll see&lt;br /&gt;Everything is alright&lt;br /&gt;Everything is alright if i just breathe... breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been driving for an hour&lt;br /&gt;Just talking to the rain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-8024483862575602146?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/8024483862575602146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=8024483862575602146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/8024483862575602146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/8024483862575602146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-i-just-breathe.html' title='If I just breathe,'/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-8654205518661419515</id><published>2009-01-30T20:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T21:51:38.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BANG,</title><content type='html'>Today I tied my braids again. :D&lt;br /&gt;WELL THAT'S NOT THE POINT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to school with a bad stomachache. DDD:&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty short day for us band members, as we got to leave class early for the SYF rehearsal. It wasn't really very good, as what Mr Ng and Mr Foo(implied) said. They said our section was playing too soft, but only like, three &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and a half&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;of us were playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My juniors are rebelling.&lt;/em&gt; boohoo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*skips debrief part*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*skipskipskip*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that on the way home, it drizzled.&lt;br /&gt;It was a peaceful scene until &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I slammed myself into a lamppost. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a horrific sight I tell you. :$&lt;br /&gt;Thank god no one saw. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S:&lt;br /&gt;-Ben is very cute. Even his name is adorable.&lt;br /&gt;-Thanks Juaniter for lending me your red P.E. T- shirt. I WILL WASH IT FOR YOU.&lt;br /&gt;-Recommend to me some SE phones. I'm changing mine. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-8654205518661419515?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/8654205518661419515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=8654205518661419515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/8654205518661419515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/8654205518661419515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/01/bang.html' title='BANG,'/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418028397274053289.post-1443839462578072859</id><published>2009-01-28T20:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T20:44:19.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green green I pink up the phone and say yellow?</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling a little woozy since this morning. Had a mild case of sore throat. Maybe it's the weather. D:&lt;br /&gt;Well, I stayed in class for the whole day, then um, Daddy was on leave so he fetched me home. Watched &lt;em&gt;40 Year Old Virgin &lt;/em&gt;on cable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NEED MORE WAX!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did my homework and slept for a little.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone went out. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418028397274053289-1443839462578072859?l=kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/feeds/1443839462578072859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418028397274053289&amp;postID=1443839462578072859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/1443839462578072859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418028397274053289/posts/default/1443839462578072859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisseslikeroses.blogspot.com/2009/01/green-green-i-pink-up-phone-and-say.html' title='Green green I pink up the phone and say yellow?'/><author><name>Feline.L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02557199507564275251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5V2OXxY3V48/SqoldL-xUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QOQC_AWPZkg/S220/DSC07487-1-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
