<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:17:34.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>berrylicious</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>218</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-581728137037593466</id><published>2008-03-02T22:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T22:24:03.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://amileaway.blogspot.com/"&gt;shifted;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-581728137037593466?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/581728137037593466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=581728137037593466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/581728137037593466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/581728137037593466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2008/03/shifted.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-152860041916993347</id><published>2008-01-03T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T17:11:03.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today when i finally thought i had mustered up enough courage to break the news regarding my resignation to mrs chua... i let out a squeak instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy, back to the computer to type out a resignation letter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh, i've started giving tuition already and there's this tutee who's taking her o's this years so i'm helping her with emath and... i taught her the wrong thing! ahh, stupidly, i seem to have forgotten most of my secondary school math stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but luckily there's silly pok around to help me out! thank you poky pok! i love you! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and qi's coming back soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurry return so &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;E &lt;/span&gt;can reunite! (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, much of new year's eve was spent by the beach fishing at night with mr poky!&lt;br /&gt;that night was simply magical albeit there were zero hungry fishes out in the deep blue sea.&lt;br /&gt;we managed to get the best of three worlds - the beautiful fireworks, the lonely sailors and their flare guns and the beautiful sound of the waves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay shhh. don't go telling everyone that the beach is a far better place than the esplanade okay! i still wanna go there to enjoy my peace and quiet with mr poky during such celebrations! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh, and i'm really thankful for Christmas cause I got to meet up with my lovelies - roxie + my my angels and min hui! (((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-152860041916993347?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/152860041916993347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=152860041916993347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/152860041916993347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/152860041916993347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2008/01/today-when-i-finally-thought-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-8415448464586305805</id><published>2007-12-17T14:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T14:51:23.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another mundane monday afternoon spent all alone in the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it makes one wonder, really, what more productive stuff that one can do besides filing bank statements, meeting stupid auditors demand and sitting by the inactive phone waiting for someone &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to call so that i can say,&lt;em&gt; "hello Good Afternoon! XXX &amp;amp; Co. Oh, she's not around! She's in court! (&lt;strong&gt;an obvious lie&lt;/strong&gt;. i realised now that whenever someone says "&lt;u&gt;X&lt;/u&gt;'s in a meeting..." it's a total lie!) Can I take a message please? (:"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you see, it goes beyond your duty to tell a professional lie for your boss so that she wouldn't look so damn unprofessional in the eyes of her clients! make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, at least one good thing about working here is that i get paid to surf the net and i don't have to waste my printer ink or paper for my resignation letter! heh(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-8415448464586305805?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/8415448464586305805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=8415448464586305805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/8415448464586305805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/8415448464586305805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2007/12/another-mundane-monday-afternoon-spent.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-7309410563807877258</id><published>2007-12-10T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T10:03:33.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been two nights three days and i miss you badly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please come home soon will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the jungle's not safe for you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-7309410563807877258?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/7309410563807877258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=7309410563807877258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/7309410563807877258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/7309410563807877258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-been-two-nights-three-days-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-3840658290643109403</id><published>2007-12-05T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T18:07:52.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahh, it's been awhile since I faced this text box.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder who ever still reads my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, A's ended in a flash(Okay although it happened awhile ago, I feel a must to at least talk about it so that it doesn't seem non-existent in my life)... really, it did. When I was an O-level kid going on to Junior College, it seemed that A's was like a nightmarish monster but now that it's over, it wasn't really &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; scary.. at least not like how the teachers put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, this journey (arduous, or not) was filled with many regrets.. regrets that at one point in my life seemed like the hugest mistakes in life but then again when I look back now, those regrets are actually what made my otherwise boring, mundane, irritating, senseless, directionless, motivationless JC life much, much more &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all grow up, some way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working alone now certainly made me think back &lt;em&gt;alot. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where's yummy to gossip&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;with(same wavelength you see!(:)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;when the boss starts being unreasonable?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where's joey with her big, warm, comforting hug whenever I feel so darn depressed?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And where's CXQ whenever I need to seek advice or just need a listening ear to complaiiinnnnnnnnnnnnn?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we all take things for granted, one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I took their presence throughout my JC life for granted.. you know, like how I could see them everyday in school (well almost... when neither one of us are actually ponning school!). Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least I know that I have 3 wonderful animally friends for life! So thank you darlings for being with me through it all. I simply cannot imagine life without you three beautiful angels! (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay in case anyone's even wondering, I'm blogging this from work on a really cold, rainy day thus explains the emo-ness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-3840658290643109403?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/3840658290643109403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=3840658290643109403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/3840658290643109403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/3840658290643109403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2007/12/ahh-its-been-awhile-since-i-faced-this.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-8621719756958228576</id><published>2007-08-24T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T22:31:38.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been a long time now since that day and i didn't even have a chance to say what i'd like to say. it's such a surprise, you know. it had probably slipped my mind.. and i'm really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it made me think back though.. on those days when we'll all get excited a week before. those seemingly happy memories.. i hope they aren't one sided. cakes, flowers and gifts flooding the room. funny how we never had a party though. it'd be really pretty, wouldn't it? ribbons! laughters! songs blasting on the radio! balloons, confettis and even a magic show! pool games, prizes and you telling me, i know you won! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i remember the first time we fought, it was really rough wasn't it? all the holding back of tears, pretending it didn't hurt because i didn't want to appear too weak in front of you; didn't want to let you know that you could hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh but now how those tears actually fell.. pride shut aside. it's only you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel your pain, fortynine.. no wait. fifty. without a doubt. yes, fourtynine just slipped past without a sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're reaching the halfmark now. it had been one hell of a rollercoaster ride, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's definitely a first, for you and me. a first that i didn't or would never foresee.&lt;br /&gt;yet it doesn't feel really queer you know.. it's as though life's just so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we break the things we painstakingly make;&lt;br /&gt;whose fault is it to blame?&lt;br /&gt;no one i guess..&lt;br /&gt;no one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-8621719756958228576?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/8621719756958228576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=8621719756958228576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/8621719756958228576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/8621719756958228576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-been-long-time-now-since-that-day.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-5683464083958807659</id><published>2007-08-24T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T22:16:40.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gHHVQzS-pf8/Rs7ngIzynoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pJ0GetNOdUY/s1600-h/candles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102269967163891330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gHHVQzS-pf8/Rs7ngIzynoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pJ0GetNOdUY/s320/candles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;please don't cry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;your tears they sting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;happy birthday, i hope you aren't lonely;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a long time it has been.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-5683464083958807659?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/5683464083958807659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=5683464083958807659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/5683464083958807659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/5683464083958807659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2007/08/please-dont-cry-your-tears-they-sting.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gHHVQzS-pf8/Rs7ngIzynoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pJ0GetNOdUY/s72-c/candles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-5452973046940853200</id><published>2007-07-13T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T14:15:30.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it has been awhile since i last blogged so much so that it's as though i've disappeared virtually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyhow! so many things have happened lately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dined at Giraffe last weekend with sunshineylove(: the food and ambience were superb! thanks love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the following day, we visited the Night Safari! apparently, that boy never went there before so we decided to pay those night creatures a visit before he joined the army!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, do you know owls could only turn their head 270degrees and not 360?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i just realised that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i got back my mid year results.. though it was kinda disappointing, i guess i did deserve those grades and that was really one painful lesson learnt. BAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still wanna thank Daddy for being with me through it all(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then.. on Wednesday, someone lost his very precious hair! it was hilariousss! hahahha it was like, finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say goodbye to those hours spent infront of the mirror waxing and styling mr vainpot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, Qi went to Pattaya yesterday! rahh disgusting eight tentacled octy. come back soon alrightyy! i miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today, another love of mine abandoned me! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he finally went to join the army today. rahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be counting down to the next time we meet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty. gottah make use of my day before going to the airport tonight to pick jie up! she's like finally back after 2 months from Shanghai for the wedding! hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, correlation's easy! regretted not studying it for mids..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and btw, this's totally random and shoot me if you must but i think Nelly Furtado's really hot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-5452973046940853200?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/5452973046940853200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=5452973046940853200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/5452973046940853200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/5452973046940853200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2007/07/it-has-been-awhile-since-i-last-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-7071047390747384994</id><published>2007-06-26T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T00:31:27.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>these past few days had been painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything felt like a blur, a dream. a horrible nightmare that i'm unable to escape from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i've met myself in a whole new dimension.&lt;br /&gt;somewhere where i no longer feel like myself.&lt;br /&gt;but then those memories from the past just keeps squeezing in whenever i thought things were better, and like little crazy monster, they got the better of me, making me do things i never thought i was capable of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mids are here. yep. just like that. in the wink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't quite know what i'm up to actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;robin asked me a rather simple question today,&lt;br /&gt;"so, what have you been doing during your june hols?"&lt;br /&gt;and i was stumped for an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i got to know someone a tiny weeny bit better. or for the worst.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to make of it, or what else to say about it anymore. it's as though a part of me just would like to forget about the whole damn issue, pack my bags and run away. far far away. i couldn't comprehend why it happened, couldn't make sense of how it felt, or what that person actually meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it made me doubt everything i once cherished or thought so much importance for. it felt as though my whole world came crashing down, that everything i once truely believed in, turned out to be false. turned out to be nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupp. so hopefully, things will start to turn uphill from today onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, back to P&amp;amp;P!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-7071047390747384994?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/7071047390747384994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=7071047390747384994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/7071047390747384994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/7071047390747384994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2007/06/these-past-few-days-had-been-painful.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-2491349384451175076</id><published>2007-06-20T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T17:08:39.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel like farting in the invigilators faces next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-2491349384451175076?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/2491349384451175076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=2491349384451175076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/2491349384451175076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/2491349384451175076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-feel-like-farting-in-invigilators.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-7788732062583909645</id><published>2007-05-17T09:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T09:19:19.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm learning and i'm trying. doing all my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's going to be tough, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes the things infront of me just seemed so abstract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i get so very disappointed at myself, simply just for being who i am.&lt;br /&gt;and for doing what i do.&lt;br /&gt;or for not doing what i'm supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and believe me, if i could, i'd want everyone around me to be as happy as balloons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like cute little round, colourful, floating things without a care in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm really gonna get things right this time.&lt;br /&gt;and even if i couldn't, at least i did try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-7788732062583909645?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/7788732062583909645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=7788732062583909645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/7788732062583909645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/7788732062583909645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-learning-and-im-trying.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-8908997031006062200</id><published>2007-05-04T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T17:05:26.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know i've been missing on school quite a bit but just that, sometimes.. things gets too suffocating and exhausting that makes you just dread putting on a front infront of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call me an escapist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or an idealist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe a dumb ass coward that constantly creates excuses for herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or an over-sensitive pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess though, some of us may feel it a little.. perhaps it's the stress factor taking control over us or something.. i don't know. blaahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. thanks robin, ruzaini and qi! promise today will be the last day i'll actually skipppp schhhhhoool. thanks so much for your help and advices(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, jie left for Shanghai this morning for 3months which is actually why i didn't go to school today. 3 months you know! to some people i guess 3months like a peabrainflyassly tiny amt of time but it's the first time anyone in my family actually left for such a long period of time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. i can't imagine the house without herrr.. boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know how her chinese sucks! doesn't make things better ehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeahh, that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. anyway, i still don't know whether i shld skip tuition on sat to go for wushu outing or not because last week mrchan said i can't go to sunday's lesson anymore! so i guess i gotta forgo the outing.. RAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-8908997031006062200?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/8908997031006062200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=8908997031006062200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/8908997031006062200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/8908997031006062200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-know-ive-been-missing-on-school-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-6771273812346114520</id><published>2007-04-27T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T00:33:39.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aye. i just read some blog entries that left me rolling my eyes so badly that i'm almost too afraid it'll drop out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. please have some shame, if not, some pride and dignity in yourself.&lt;br /&gt;you two are the worst that can ever get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go screw yourself! BOO!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh i'm really tired now.&lt;br /&gt;my body's aching all over from pe earlier on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know you know you know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TGIF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-6771273812346114520?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/6771273812346114520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=6771273812346114520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/6771273812346114520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/6771273812346114520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2007/04/aye.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-4428882523626715357</id><published>2007-04-10T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T19:43:00.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there's something so amazing&lt;br /&gt;of this love that i found&lt;br /&gt;taking me to places&lt;br /&gt;that i thought could never be done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's something so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;of this grace within me&lt;br /&gt;with your love, crucified&lt;br /&gt;and cleanses me within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my sweet lovely King&lt;br /&gt;what could i possibly have done&lt;br /&gt;to make you lay down your life for me&lt;br /&gt;just so to wash away my sins&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: please help me continue this alrighties?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-4428882523626715357?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/4428882523626715357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=4428882523626715357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/4428882523626715357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/4428882523626715357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2007/04/theres-something-so-amazing-of-this.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-4352961391089563373</id><published>2007-04-06T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T12:17:56.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woahh. it's been ages since i last updated..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blocks were basically alright. but i guess i deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, would really love to give thanks to Him for i wouldn't have done mediocre without His mercy, grace, blessings and love(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got a really cute doggy btw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been taking up most of my free time now and someone feels really neglected.. haha sorry bunny. you know i still love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so say hello to Happy! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Sunshineylove169-1.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=Sunshineylove169-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_Sunshineylove169-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's really a pain in the ass sometimes and he had his first training session today! hopefully he'll be ably to curb the pooing and peeing problem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last saturday an angel took me kite flying(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Sunshineylove165.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Sunshineylove165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_Sunshineylove165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this's my angel(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Sunshineylove158.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=Sunshineylove158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_Sunshineylove158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i went Vivo to shop with my 2 bestfriends and my family too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Sunshineylove153.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Sunshineylove153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_Sunshineylove153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupp so that's about it all(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Sunshineylove119.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Sunshineylove119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_Sunshineylove119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's saying hi to Gabe all the way over in New Zealand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss you.&lt;br /&gt;COME BACK SOON!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-4352961391089563373?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/4352961391089563373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=4352961391089563373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/4352961391089563373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/4352961391089563373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2007/04/woahh.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-6140495708101734402</id><published>2007-03-24T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T14:13:18.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Sunshineylove154.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Sunshineylove154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_Sunshineylove154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-6140495708101734402?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/6140495708101734402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=6140495708101734402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/6140495708101734402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/6140495708101734402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2007/03/love.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-4638234889730340420</id><published>2007-03-18T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T22:13:28.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think blocktest' a monster that ate my brains):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love a drink above the world at Altivo with &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit me with a &lt;em&gt;snowball&lt;/em&gt; anytime(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-4638234889730340420?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/4638234889730340420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Sunshineylove110.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=Sunshineylove110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_Sunshineylove110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;when even the brightest seem so dull&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-1768037622319807708?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/1768037622319807708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=1768037622319807708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/1768037622319807708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/1768037622319807708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2007/03/when-even-brightest-seem-so-dull.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-1798619870443519503</id><published>2007-03-13T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T01:08:57.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm trying my best&lt;br /&gt;doing all that i can&lt;br /&gt;for the sake of you&lt;br /&gt;and my very own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel that i can't make it somehow&lt;br /&gt;feel that life has lost its direction&lt;br /&gt;feel the stars disappearing each night now&lt;br /&gt;and i crumble deep inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but You, You stood by me through it all&lt;br /&gt;You sent an angel from above&lt;br /&gt;to guide me through the darkness&lt;br /&gt;and drew me closer to You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so faithful to me&lt;br /&gt;so much though I don't deserve it all&lt;br /&gt;You didn't fail or forsake me&lt;br /&gt;keeping each promise wholeheartedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I did&lt;br /&gt;for You to love me this much&lt;br /&gt;but I must really be one lucky girl&lt;br /&gt;to have You in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-1798619870443519503?l=strawie.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-2505652626590469040</id><published>2007-03-07T08:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T09:04:33.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes, it's true. it's official.&lt;br /&gt;i've stopped attending school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayye, for this week la. ho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know but i just feel really really stressed up.&lt;br /&gt;i feel that going to school would make things worst; suffocate me.&lt;br /&gt;i need time, all the time i have, to study for this block test. even if i don't pass, at least, i need to finish covering all the chapters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least, i'll know where i really stand after putting in my best.&lt;br /&gt;though i haven't been consistent. but at least, i'll know where i stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't really been pumping in the hours that i'm supposed to, i'm still kinda slack in my revision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only managed to finish 2 chapters yesterday, but hopefully there's still time to finish a few more today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i plan to finish DC, binomial and hopefully P&amp;C today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you. thanks for understanding and always being there for me, supporting me for every right and wrong decisions that i made. you really do make me happy, mister(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and shucks. mrlin just msged me! blahhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-2505652626590469040?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/2505652626590469040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=2505652626590469040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/2505652626590469040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/2505652626590469040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2007/03/yes-its-true.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-4569848672658331925</id><published>2007-03-04T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T00:34:52.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't i just let it all go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just forget about everything that ever happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why why why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please give me time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-4569848672658331925?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/4569848672658331925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=4569848672658331925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/4569848672658331925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/4569848672658331925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-think-i-suck.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-3936086449812367437</id><published>2007-03-02T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T21:05:53.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey honey, wrote this specially for you.&lt;br /&gt;i really understand how you feel and i could really feel your pain.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry i didn't know what to say just,&lt;br /&gt;but i hope this little poem would sum it all up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheer up alright?&lt;br /&gt;just know that whatever decisions you make, i'll be right here supporting you all the way(:&lt;br /&gt;though perhaps it's kinda tough talking right now like the way it used to be,&lt;br /&gt;but whenever you need me, i'm always a call away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupp and.. i do miss you.&lt;br /&gt;i really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw a little girl&lt;br /&gt;down by the river all lonely and silent&lt;br /&gt;and like a ball she was curled&lt;br /&gt;with a head full of pretty flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went up and asked her what was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;with teary eyes she looked at me and sung a song&lt;br /&gt;"all's nothing and nothing's all&lt;br /&gt;for i've just been through one great fall."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with bended head&lt;br /&gt;she stood up; nothing said,&lt;br /&gt;and walked on by&lt;br /&gt;till she was beyond the reach of my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried calling out to her&lt;br /&gt;as there's many stuff i'd like to say&lt;br /&gt;to let her know that i'll be here&lt;br /&gt;till the very end of day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that though sometimes we may fall in life&lt;br /&gt;but we gottah be strong; we'll survive.&lt;br /&gt;and i'll promise to mend your broken wings&lt;br /&gt;so we'll be flying higher above those greens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'll be the rainbow when your skies are grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sparkling light admist the heavy night,&lt;br /&gt;the sunshine after the lonesome rain&lt;br /&gt;and the images when you lose your sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cheer up, my little one&lt;br /&gt;for someone as pretty as the flowers of the sun&lt;br /&gt;should deserve all the smiles the world could offer&lt;br /&gt;and a prince who could really treat you proper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-3936086449812367437?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-552515470490398803</id><published>2007-02-27T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T21:12:09.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wish you could be here.&lt;br /&gt;there's so many many things i'll like to say, to bitch about, to scream in your face, to tell you about and ask for your advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish you could be here.&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling so so terrible tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish you could be here.&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't feel the same in school or at home or on those bus rides anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish you could be here.&lt;br /&gt;i really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please come back soon so i could tell you all those stuff i've been making mental notes about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i just wish you'd be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm missing you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-552515470490398803?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/552515470490398803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=552515470490398803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/552515470490398803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/552515470490398803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-wish-you-could-be-here.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-8980403676650210182</id><published>2007-02-26T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T23:33:32.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M GETTING REALLLLLLL DISTRACTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAHH. THANKS TO SESAME STREETS, I'VE GOT A REALLY SHORT ATTENTION SPAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO GO SHOPPING SOON.&lt;br /&gt;SOON SOON SOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HO! AND YOU'RE NOT AROUND TO TELL ME HOW &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MUCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; CLOTHINGS I'VE GOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA GO OUT AND PLAY, MUMMY. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-8980403676650210182?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/8980403676650210182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=8980403676650210182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/8980403676650210182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/8980403676650210182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-getting-realllllll-distracted.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-5675515096186389958</id><published>2007-02-26T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T21:22:08.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there's so many stuff i'd like to tell you,&lt;br /&gt;i check my hp constantly still.&lt;br /&gt;i remind myself of those things i'd like to say&lt;br /&gt;when you would return some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the time passes slowly&lt;br /&gt;while people walk on by&lt;br /&gt;as though nothing ever happened&lt;br /&gt;and like them, so carefree, i really try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but something's been tugging at my heart's string&lt;br /&gt;since the day you went away&lt;br /&gt;and each night i pray that in my lonely dreams&lt;br /&gt;that we'll go back to the same old ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, i'm trying really hard to not be the weaker one&lt;br /&gt;holding back those tears that long to be free&lt;br /&gt;you told me once that you i could trust&lt;br /&gt;to always be there when i count to three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here i am on both bended knees&lt;br /&gt;shouting aloud those numbers plea&lt;br /&gt;wondering if you would ever know&lt;br /&gt;that it's you all along i've been missing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. school's into its ninth week now and true enough, it's starting to take its toll on me. i feel like i could break down any min now and i'm real afraid that i wouldn't be strong enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's so many tests coming up, flooding the boxes of my tiny calender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's still many stuff to pray about, many stuff to decide. many uncertainties that i try to shrug away for as long as i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's giving me tremendous pressure because there'll be people hurt if i ever make the wrong decisions. and it's you i hate to hurt the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's crap.&lt;br /&gt;i have a feeling my efforts will be in vain.&lt;br /&gt;the fighting spirit's slowly dying off.&lt;br /&gt;as i face the matter of time constraint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;and the worst thing is, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;you aren't here to perk me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-5675515096186389958?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/5675515096186389958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=5675515096186389958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/5675515096186389958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/5675515096186389958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2007/02/theres-so-many-stuff-id-like-to-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-4334857033033547127</id><published>2007-02-26T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T01:29:40.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, someone just left eh.&lt;br /&gt;i really wonder how it'll be like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i went for Alvin's 21st today! gosh. To think i knew him when he was 16 still in that pathetic St Pats uniform! hah! and today I was buying him a gorgeous Goldlion shirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, some thoughts have been flooding my mind for a pretty long time now.. and it pains me sometimes just thinking about it. its only like the end of February yet I feel so much stuff changing. Perhaps it's because of the absence of someone, perhaps it's because some people are simply too sweet, or perhaps it's because some people just put certain stuff before certain things eh. or maybe it's because of all the stress building up so things aren't just the same as before. hmmm, i don't know but these feelings are true and it's pretty tough to ignore them. and i wonder how things will be like next year if it's already so difficult right now. are we just being where we are and who we are for the sake of doing so? i used to think that it was something real eh. something really precious. but the more i look at it, the more i think otherwise. í should be paranoid, or stupid enough to doubt it. and i guess i am. but these feelings wouldn't go away unless someone does something. and i know this time it wouldn't be me. it's just tiring organizing stuff, trying to bond and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's time you should show it means something to you too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-4334857033033547127?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/4334857033033547127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=4334857033033547127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/4334857033033547127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/4334857033033547127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2007/02/well-someone-just-left-eh.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-6693406836210157288</id><published>2007-02-25T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T09:48:35.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woahh. you know, today i truely learn to appreciate the great wonders of the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah! it's 9:47am, i'm sitting infront of my computer and i'm still gonna be able to attend the church's service! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEPP! THANKS TO THE LIVE WEBCAST!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA THANK YOU LORD(:&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU CITY HARVEST CHURCH(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupp. it's gonna start in 12 mins time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll go grab a bite firstt. hehh(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-6693406836210157288?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/6693406836210157288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=6693406836210157288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/6693406836210157288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/6693406836210157288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2007/02/woahh.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-720499975192148809</id><published>2007-02-24T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T11:17:53.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>husna babe! i'm beginning to like Micheal Buble! (: haha i think i'll go get his CD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CXQ! I can totally imagine you doing that! HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ass! darling, i miss you! i'm glad you still do come over here(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayyee. i'd really like to write about my life right now but there's just too many too little things to write about. ho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really drained and tired and exhausted. i wish i could take a looonngggg vacation alone and just spend time all by myself taking the world in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been awhile since i last heard the voice inside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything's moving too quickly.&lt;br /&gt;it's scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i should really go think about what i want from life before making another decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i miss allll of you guys so SO much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still, i guess i'm really happy right now. at least, a lot happier than last year.&lt;br /&gt;and it's no doubt His blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank You my Lord above. For without You, perhaps i wouldn't even be able to make it through here. If this' Your plan, please give us the strength and walk us through it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it's all about You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-720499975192148809?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/720499975192148809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=720499975192148809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/720499975192148809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/720499975192148809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2007/02/husna-babe-im-beginning-to-like-micheal.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-8792960049760239945</id><published>2007-02-22T06:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T06:41:25.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hello &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;there(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-8792960049760239945?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/8792960049760239945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=8792960049760239945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/8792960049760239945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/8792960049760239945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2007/02/hello-there.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-5811989428897847209</id><published>2007-02-20T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T23:32:40.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="heartinsand.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=heartinsand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 143px; height: 212px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_heartinsand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Annie's Song - John Denver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: verdana; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;You fill up my senses&lt;br /&gt;Like a night in the forest&lt;br /&gt;Like the mountains in springtime&lt;br /&gt;Like a walk in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Like a storm in the desert&lt;br /&gt;Like a sleepy blue ocean&lt;br /&gt;You fill up my senses&lt;br /&gt;Come fill me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come let me love you&lt;br /&gt;Let me give my life to you&lt;br /&gt;Let me drown in your laughter&lt;br /&gt;Let me die in your arms&lt;br /&gt;Let me lay down beside you&lt;br /&gt;Let me always be with you&lt;br /&gt;Come let me love you&lt;br /&gt;Come love me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give my life to you&lt;br /&gt;Come let me love you&lt;br /&gt;Come love me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fill up my senses&lt;br /&gt;Like a night in the forest&lt;br /&gt;Like the mountains in springtime&lt;br /&gt;Like a walk in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Like a storm in the desert&lt;br /&gt;Like a sleepy blue ocean&lt;br /&gt;You fill up my senses&lt;br /&gt;Come fill me again&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-5811989428897847209?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/5811989428897847209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=5811989428897847209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/5811989428897847209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/5811989428897847209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2007/02/annies-song-john-denver-you-fill-up-my.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-2491970779828443721</id><published>2007-02-20T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T11:11:16.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Sunshineylove075.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=Sunshineylove075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_Sunshineylove075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"and they all went home"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-2491970779828443721?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/2491970779828443721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=2491970779828443721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/2491970779828443721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/2491970779828443721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2007/02/and-they-all-went-home.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-117169049547708299</id><published>2007-02-17T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T13:34:55.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like play Scrabble!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupp, yesterday Xiuqi and i went to this new cafe in town(figure of speech here) that's tucked away among the little shop houses along the seemingly normal streets of Katong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time you go there, opt to sit on the 2nd storey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really comfy up there with lots of sofas, dimly-lited ambience, window seats that overlooks the small but bustling streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the best thing is, the place serves ONLY DESSERTS! with maybe a few little fingerfood. and you could play those board games available for hours! although there's only a small array of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho yeppp. I've a feeling I'll start frequent that place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and shuckks. I missed going out with the boys last night):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well! i hope i'll see them soon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay and.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY LUNAR NEW YEAR TO EVERYONE OUT THERE!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and i think you're the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;thanks for always believing and never giving up on us..on me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i know it's kinda of a hard thing to do when so many people who don't matter are saying all those stuff and i wouldn't blame you if you had lost trust. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;but you didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and i thank you for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and i thank you for all the efforts too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;you might not understand how important this may be, but it really is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and you wouldn't see this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;not in a million chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;but you really are the best(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-117169049547708299?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/117169049547708299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=117169049547708299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/117169049547708299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/117169049547708299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-feel-like-play-scrabble-yupp.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-117159711315355822</id><published>2007-02-16T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T11:38:33.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Loving This Way - Collin Raye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of watching me hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of being the teardrops on your face&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of loving this way&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of loving this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know your every weakness&lt;br /&gt;I can find one in everything you say&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of loving this way&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of loving this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not what you really need&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one in your dreams&lt;br /&gt;I can see it in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;This ain't the way it should feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how we got here&lt;br /&gt;Love's no longer blind&lt;br /&gt;If that's just how it is&lt;br /&gt;Can we go on like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, baby what do you say&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of loving this way&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of loving this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll set your heart free&lt;br /&gt;And if you're mine&lt;br /&gt;You'll come flying back some day&lt;br /&gt;But I'm tired of loving this way&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of loving this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm taking you with me&lt;br /&gt;Like a room in my heart&lt;br /&gt;You will have your place&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of loving this way&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of loving this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not what you really need&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one in your dreams&lt;br /&gt;I can see it in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;This ain't the way it should feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how we got here&lt;br /&gt;Love's no longer blind&lt;br /&gt;If that's just how it is&lt;br /&gt;Can we go on like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, baby what do you say&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of loving this way&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of loving this way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-117159711315355822?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-117132806461719231</id><published>2007-02-13T08:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T08:54:24.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hah okay. i'm late for schooool which starts at 7:30!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since Valentine's Day's just around the corner, here's a little something I wrote for all the beautiful souls who're in love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye, and i'd like to thank you for the inspiration(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My soul is singing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;of a song so sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and i hope this time you'll be listening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;to my very own heartbeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My soul is singing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;of a song of strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and these days i no longer feel weary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;for you are always there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My soul is singing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;of a song of beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and now i wake up to the birds chirping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;to a wonderful brand new day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My soul is singing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;of a song of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;cause loving you is easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;for you are blessed from Above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-117132806461719231?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/117132806461719231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=117132806461719231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/117132806461719231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/117132806461719231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2007/02/hah-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-117123300296928568</id><published>2007-02-12T06:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T06:30:02.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The dreamy sounds of crashing waves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Against the lonesome rocks and sand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Two souls were in the distance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Under the stars, probably more than ten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The talks they had made her worries fall&lt;br /&gt;As time slipped by so quietly&lt;br /&gt;And she wondered will that be all&lt;br /&gt;For the night it hung so gently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How she felt he do not know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As he sought an answer from the night sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But all he got was a little twinkle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;From a little star with a smile so wry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she watched people passing by&lt;br /&gt;Everything just seemed to fall into place&lt;br /&gt;And perhaps the two souls shouldn't even try&lt;br /&gt;For it will be eventually given by His grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The journey home might be long,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But it didn't really matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this time she knew that he sings a song&lt;br /&gt;of love, faith, trust and surrender.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-117123300296928568?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/117123300296928568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=117123300296928568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/117123300296928568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/117123300296928568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2007/02/dreamy-sounds-of-crashing-waves.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-117116458680159113</id><published>2007-02-11T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T11:29:46.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just wrote a whole lot of stuff but i deleted it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so stupid. really. don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can it possibly be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm a piece of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not possible.&lt;br /&gt;it really isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then why?&lt;br /&gt;how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, nobody could possibly provide me with an answer eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah. and i suck. i didn't go to church today cause my arm hurttss!&lt;br /&gt;so, i'm going to the doctor soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a pig is still sleeping somewhere without his dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are so many "what ifs" that i'd like to ask. but i wonder who could possibly answer them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, if you think you could, please call me after reading this! anyone! just anyone at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call me, answer those questions and i'll give you all my heart alright? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-117116458680159113?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/117116458680159113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=117116458680159113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/117116458680159113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/117116458680159113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-just-wrote-whole-lot-of-stuff-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-117111268426953793</id><published>2007-02-10T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T21:04:44.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Rose - Better Midler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say love, it is a river&lt;br /&gt;That drowns the tender reed&lt;br /&gt;Some say love, it is a razor&lt;br /&gt;That leaves your soul to bleed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say love, it is a hunger&lt;br /&gt;An endless, aching need&lt;br /&gt;I say love, it is a flower&lt;br /&gt;And you, it's only seed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the heart, afraid of breaking&lt;br /&gt;That never learns to dance&lt;br /&gt;It's the dream, afraid of waking&lt;br /&gt;That never takes the chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the one who wont be taken&lt;br /&gt;Who cannot seem to give&lt;br /&gt;And the soul afraid of dyin'&lt;br /&gt;That never learns to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the night has been too lonely&lt;br /&gt;And the road has been too long&lt;br /&gt;And you think that love is only&lt;br /&gt;For the lucky and the strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember, in the winter&lt;br /&gt;Far beneath the bitter snow&lt;br /&gt;Lies the seed, that with the sun's love&lt;br /&gt;In the spring, becomes the rose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-117111268426953793?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/117111268426953793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=117111268426953793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/117111268426953793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/117111268426953793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2007/02/rose-better-midler-some-say-love-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-117102023013740693</id><published>2007-02-09T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T19:41:26.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh little darling,&lt;br /&gt;it's so hard for me to say&lt;br /&gt;the truth that inside me rings&lt;br /&gt;as we go on day by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should have know,&lt;br /&gt;how things would have been&lt;br /&gt;and far away you should go&lt;br /&gt;when your feelings were still so thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ran away from you&lt;br /&gt;because i knew i couldn't be of what you expect&lt;br /&gt;and i really didn't have any clue&lt;br /&gt;that my heart would actually sing a song so sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm afraid of how things would go&lt;br /&gt;from this moment on when no one knows&lt;br /&gt;but it feels weird not having you by my side&lt;br /&gt;especially on those long bus rides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hush now baby, don't you cry&lt;br /&gt;perhaps those feelings of yours might one day subside?&lt;br /&gt;but if you really want it really bad&lt;br /&gt;then promise me not to give up, i'll be glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this feeling inside me,&lt;br /&gt;makes me really scared&lt;br /&gt;and down i pray on my knees&lt;br /&gt;that an answer He'll let&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and till that day comes when He gives a little nod&lt;br /&gt;I'm here for you, I'll still be all you've got&lt;br /&gt;and then when the two souls finally pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we'll choose a day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;when the wind would be strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;with the sun hanging overhead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and the birds with their little songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and then up goes the kite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;with its tail fluttering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;seemingly waving to us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and gracefully serenading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and then time will stand still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to capture this scene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;of you and me flying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;this kite in the wind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-117102023013740693?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-117076590809543364</id><published>2007-02-06T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T20:45:08.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello, i'd like to write a little something about you so that i could be reminded of you ten years down the road but i'm not sure what i should really write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i write about the joy you brought?&lt;br /&gt;or the strength that you gave me through it all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or the little promises that í'm not sure whether you'll fulfill&lt;br /&gt;but still those sweet gentle words made me smile like a fool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or the conversations we had through the night and day&lt;br /&gt;with so many words, thoughts i thought i'd never say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever it is i thank you for being a part of my life&lt;br /&gt;and i hope you aren't just another drifter drifting by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps it's a little too vague to be saying it now;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps your reasons i have not found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if you ever have to leave me on a sunshineless morning&lt;br /&gt;you gottah know that our friendship i'll be mourning&lt;br /&gt;and on those windless and starless nights it's you i'll be missing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-117076590809543364?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/117076590809543364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=117076590809543364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/117076590809543364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/117076590809543364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2007/02/hello-id-like-to-write-little.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-117041900646249151</id><published>2007-02-02T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T20:38:47.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this poem has been edited and sensored due to some people's comment.&lt;br /&gt;but anyhow, it's still about a really sucky teacher whom totally spoilt my whole impression of her. she's the worst teacher i believe anyone will ever encounter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please get a life, loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in eyes of condemnation&lt;br /&gt;failures we may be -&lt;br /&gt;punks who laugh through their examinations,&lt;br /&gt;our end you hope to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it really doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;that you don't believe in us&lt;br /&gt;but to give us one last chance,&lt;br /&gt;is that just too much to ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;differentiation and integration too&lt;br /&gt;may not be things we like to do&lt;br /&gt;and we know we didn't quite try our best&lt;br /&gt;on that tiny little lecture test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's okay for you to say&lt;br /&gt;those stuff in our minds which will stay&lt;br /&gt;but really, must you let your biasness show&lt;br /&gt;and be a teacher who sinks so low?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My S*** ahh.." you constantly cry&lt;br /&gt;and to beat them hard we have often tried&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes our efforts are just not in sight&lt;br /&gt;and forever we are stuck in this stupid plight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when we thought only you had faith in us&lt;br /&gt;we realised you have lost all your trust.&lt;br /&gt;do you know it pains us so to know that fact&lt;br /&gt;and that i'll do anything to have it back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if brains and results are what you want&lt;br /&gt;i promise you i will go for a huge transplant&lt;br /&gt;but till the arrival of that very day&lt;br /&gt;your faith in us return, that i shall pray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-117041900646249151?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/117041900646249151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>as she tiptoed across the bedroom, and peered out of the window, she felt her heart skipped a little beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe if i leaned forward just a little more, i 'll be able to see him. she thought to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the birds chirped.&lt;br /&gt;the dogs barked.&lt;br /&gt;the kids from across the street shouted.&lt;br /&gt;and the car door slammed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a moment of silence fell across the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time, the little girl gave her one last try, stood as high as she could, streching her neck, keeping eyes wide open in a last and final desperate attempt to just catch a glimps of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. he wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's no longer there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe, he'd never been there all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yet, why do the streets still smell of him?&lt;br /&gt;the trees still reek of his figure.&lt;br /&gt;the sounds of a lazy afternoon still seems a part of normality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;does the memories..&lt;br /&gt;still linger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-117006508058098190?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/117006508058098190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=117006508058098190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/117006508058098190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/117006508058098190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2007/01/as-she-tiptoed-across-bedroom-and.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-117006458667614169</id><published>2007-01-29T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T17:56:26.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why did you think that just a call would turn my grey skies blue?&lt;br /&gt;is that all you could ever do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i heard the words that i wanted you to say&lt;br /&gt;since the day that you went away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yet, how come hearing them hurts me so&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry but i just didn't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to say those words that i really wanted to&lt;br /&gt;that i had prepared myself a million times to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why must you do those things you did&lt;br /&gt;is it ever a justifiable deed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a hundred, two or even six&lt;br /&gt;makes no difference when my heart's really sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a silent prayer i cried tonight&lt;br /&gt;and i wonder whether i'll ever find the might&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to get it over and start anew&lt;br /&gt;with refreshed love, faith and trust in you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-117006458667614169?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/117006458667614169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=117006458667614169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i guess somethings never change.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm glad to know it didn't. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;even though it had been awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i guess somethings never change.&lt;br /&gt;but perhaps i wish that it could somehow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-116991828096053245?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/116991828096053245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=116991828096053245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116991828096053245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116991828096053245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2007/01/and-i-was-right.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-116988259893893498</id><published>2007-01-27T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T15:23:18.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Promise me a paradise&lt;br /&gt;under a big blue sky.&lt;br /&gt;where beautiful butterflies fly&lt;br /&gt;among the lovely flowers of the sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place filled with laughters&lt;br /&gt;and not a single drop of tears.&lt;br /&gt;where gallant horses prances&lt;br /&gt;and pretty princesses dances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the calming music of the birds&lt;br /&gt;and the catchy rhythm of the crickets&lt;br /&gt;through the night and all the days&lt;br /&gt;casting all humans worries away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my Daddy from above,&lt;br /&gt;to go to the paradise i would love&lt;br /&gt;perhaps by hope, faith and Your given grace&lt;br /&gt;or a rainbow highway that You would pave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh promise me a paradise&lt;br /&gt;that I will go after life&lt;br /&gt;and forever singing and dancing words of praise&lt;br /&gt;of my heavenly majestic Father for whom i live my ways!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-116988259893893498?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/116988259893893498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's an early saturday morning&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sitting here thinking&lt;br /&gt;about you.&lt;br /&gt;and i wonder&lt;br /&gt;if you'll ever think about me&lt;br /&gt;too. because if you ever do,&lt;br /&gt;then i'd like to tell you to&lt;br /&gt;be strong and please pull through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-116925892085355222?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/116925892085355222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=116925892085355222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116925892085355222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116925892085355222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-early-saturday-morning-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-116895127012796810</id><published>2007-01-16T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T20:41:10.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="muacks-0176.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=muacks-0176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_muacks-0176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG9198.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG9198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG9198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="mine.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=mine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 177px; height: 119px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_mine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;GIVE ME A FLOWER ANYDAY AND I'LL GIVE MY HEART AWAY(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-116895127012796810?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/116895127012796810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Streets of London - Ralph McTell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you seen the old man &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the closed down market &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kicking up the papers with his worn out shoes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In his eyes you see no pride &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And held loosely at his side &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday's paper, telling yesterday's news.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So how can you tell me you're lonely &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And say for you that the sun don't shine &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me take you by the hand &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And lead you through the streets of London &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll show you something &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To make you change your mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you seen the old girl &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who walks the streets of London &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's no time for talking &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She just keeps right on walking &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carrying her home in two carrier bags.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So how can you tell me you're lonely &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And say for you that the sun don't shine &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me take you by the hand &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And lead youthrough the streets of London &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll show you something &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To make you change your mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the all night cafe at a quarter past eleven &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The same old man sitting there on his own &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looking at the world over the rim of his teacup &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Each tea lasts an hour, and he wanders home alone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So how can you tell me that you're lonely &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And say for you that the sun don't shine &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me take you by the hand &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And lead you through the streets of London &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll show you something &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To make you change your mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you seen the old man &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Outside the seaman's mission &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Memory fading with the medal ribbons that he wears &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In our winter city the rain cries a little pity &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For one more forgotten hero &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And a world that doesn't care.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So how can you tell me you're lonely &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And say for you that the sun don't shine &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me take you by the hand &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And lead you through the streets of London &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll show you something &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To make you change your mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-116887059027207303?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/116887059027207303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=116887059027207303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116887059027207303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116887059027207303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2007/01/streets-of-london-ralph-mctell-have.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-116886422273669166</id><published>2007-01-15T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T20:30:22.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thanks for making my day(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There once lived a princess, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beautiful and sweet. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Charming both men and women, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With her radiance and wit. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She wore a necklace, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of ten little pearls. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pink and utterly brilliant, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As the sunset unfurl. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But there’s this legend, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Which threatened her life. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whoever snatches her necklace, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would be free from strive. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The pearls gave love, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To protect and shield. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From all things evil, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till now, she could elude.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A century later, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The pearls became a myth. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some say they were destroyed, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But one pearl, had lived. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“This pearl was special”, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The historians declared. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And so the search was on, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To find this pearl, so rare. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know nothing about this pearl, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nor what qualities it might bring. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I know of a different pearl, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who has a Father for a King. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This pearl who loved sunflowers, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And stroll through its fields. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With a strawberry kitkat in one hand, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh gosh, that’s so cute. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She could be that missing pearl, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of love and strength. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A blessing to others, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To family, and friends. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Put a tiara on her head, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To her fingers some rings. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With a little magical wave, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whoosh! My Princess Pearlene! =)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-the best poet in the world(:&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/17340154-116886422273669166?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/116886422273669166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=116886422273669166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116886422273669166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116886422273669166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2007/01/thanks-for-making-my-day-there-once.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-116879685590155535</id><published>2007-01-14T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T22:12:42.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the cursor had been blinking for a few hrs now&lt;br /&gt;but all my mind's playing's an empty sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the song on the radio reminded me of you;&lt;br /&gt;of then when our days were oh so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could it be that the happy days are over&lt;br /&gt;and that things will pick up a downside tumble?&lt;br /&gt;that love, sweet love, will seem too cruel&lt;br /&gt;and hence forces me to take cover?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please oh Lord, Father of all hearts,&lt;br /&gt;let me believe it love again even if it hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because I don't wanna forget about something so true;&lt;br /&gt;forget about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-116879685590155535?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/116879685590155535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=116879685590155535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116879685590155535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116879685590155535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2007/01/cursor-had-been-blinking-for-few-hrs.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-116853357368241069</id><published>2007-01-12T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T00:39:33.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;please don't make it be just another.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-116853357368241069?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/116853357368241069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=116853357368241069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116853357368241069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116853357368241069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2007/01/please-dont-make-it-be-just-another.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-116844345575043747</id><published>2007-01-10T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T23:37:36.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's just the second week of school and it seems like we're almost half way through our A's already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. there's just so much work to be done; so many committments fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's tuition and wushu training which takes up everyday of my week now. well, not every. haha sat's my only free day that i set aside for me to spend more time with my family, friends and God of course by perhaps being alone for a while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayee, pe tmr. shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes! i forgot the most impt thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've turned vegetarian for about a week now(: so please do not feed me any meat! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh yesssir. i'm a big fat pig right now and so i'm trying to shed off another 7kg. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well okay, nothing exciting has been happening in my life!&lt;br /&gt;okay.. well, errhs. i changed radion station from class 95 to gold 90.5! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okiee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love roxie despite everything that has happened, is happening and will happen.&lt;br /&gt;you're the reasons why i'm still hanging on(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;will you be my him?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-116844345575043747?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/116844345575043747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=116844345575043747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116844345575043747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116844345575043747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-just-second-week-of-school-and-it.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-116816911713873975</id><published>2007-01-07T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T19:25:17.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;hello dearest prettiest pearlene ng,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;please go to the link below to print out your GP research materials!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hubbertpeak.com/youngquist/altenergy.htm"&gt;http://www.hubbertpeak.com/youngquist/altenergy.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho. easiest research done ever! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighties! i'm going off now to get my pair of skates! hehs (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-116816911713873975?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/116816911713873975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=116816911713873975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116816911713873975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116816911713873975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-dearest-prettiest-pearlene-ng.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-116776003334284608</id><published>2007-01-03T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T01:47:13.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to wake up in like, five hours time but i still can't get to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been lying in bed for nearly one and a half hours now...&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why certain thoughts keeps flooding my mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just hope i'll be able to stay awake tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andd. there's still training tmr!&lt;br /&gt;yes. on the first day of school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. since i'm already here.. i shall write my new year resolutions!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) to try not to copy any homework!&lt;br /&gt;2) to try to pass up all hw on time?&lt;br /&gt;3) to pay attention in class and not turn every class into an art lesson!&lt;br /&gt;4) to not pon &lt;em&gt;unnecessarily...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) to grow flowers in my garden!!!&lt;br /&gt;6) to study at least 2 hours a day?&lt;br /&gt;7) to not be tooooooo impulsive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well okay.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i can sleep well this time(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIGHTY NIGHTS CYBERLINGS! (((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-116776003334284608?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/116776003334284608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=116776003334284608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116776003334284608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116776003334284608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-is-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-116767410979505814</id><published>2007-01-02T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T01:55:09.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;When the oceans rise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;and thunders roar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I will soar with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;above the storm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Father you are King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;over the flood,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I will be still,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(and) know you are God. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well hello there earthlings(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many have happened since the last time I blogged, and very surprisingly, those are happy stuffs worth mentioning! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yupp, I just finished this prayer thing that Kevin initiated that I'm really thankful for. You see, we each make a list of stuff we wanna pray for and then we send each other our list and we pray for each other! Brilliant isn't it? Hahaha well lovelies, rest assured that you are all in my prayers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, if some of you have been noticing this really enthu christianity thingy going on in me, it's because this year, I really really really want some stuff to happen. And one of those is to grow further in my personal relationship with God. Yupp, after three years of being a baptized Christian, I'm sick and tired of walking a path where I feel God sometimes just isn't there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most importantly, I want the year 2007 and onwards to be one full of happiness. Those before have been really really bad. I've never cried so much before until 2006. And I know God holds the key to true happiness! So yupppppp(: I'm ready and willing to rededicate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, other than that, this Christmas has been kinda new to me. I went to City Harvest Church on Christmas Eve despite  all the  negatitive comments I've heard. But somehow, maybe by the plans of God, I went and I really enjoyed myself there. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupp, met Qi and Yummy later. Joey cldn't join us for our Christmas luncheon sadly): But it was real fun! Ate at Pizza Hut and then Qi had to go so yummy and I went to Haagan Dazs (SEE YUMMY! I'VE LEARNT HOW TO SPELL IT!) for a real long talk. Really appreciate it honey~! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG9226.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG9226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG9226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the three of us together after a realllllllly long time! but &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Joey&lt;/span&gt; was still missing ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG9236.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG9236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG9236.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG9241.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG9241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG9241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG9240.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG9240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG9240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our yummy delicious desserts at Haagan Dazs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then later, I came home cause my family was having a Christmas dinner! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG9251.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG9251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG9251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle, brother and me did a candle light up(: Was really pretty. But sadly, some stuff just can't be captured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG9250.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG9250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG9250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG9253.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG9253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG9253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay the next day, in the unearthly hours of 0530, my family woke up while we took a coach to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Genting&lt;/span&gt;! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG9262.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG9262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG9262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought the tickets for a Deluxe coach which came with a personal tv, personal massage chair and a karaoke lounge at the 1st storey! tt's my little cousin watching some movie. hahaha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at First World Hotel for 3 days. It was really cool! They had an indoor theme park at the basement. But it was kinda boring compared to the outdoor one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG9285.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG9285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG9285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG9286.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG9286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG9286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;ferris wheel&lt;/span&gt; inside(: really pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG9299.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG9299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG9299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG9300.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG9300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG9300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG9308.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG9308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG9308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;carousel&lt;/span&gt;! Felt like a princess for like, 2 mins? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG9329.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG9329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG9329.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG9326.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG9326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG9326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we all went to the outdoor theme park. Yeah, my bro and I made a silly dare to take all those challenging rides and if anyone backs out, they have to fork out $10 to the one who took it. We took many rides and they were pretty scary.. until we sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Space.&lt;/span&gt; Shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The King of all other amusement rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought the Viking and Rainbow at Escape was scary enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This. Was. A. Million. Times. Worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you see, we were brought up to like, 10 stories high and then dropped down experiencing zero-gravity. Because the seats came down faster than us, our butts weren't even touching the seats!! Gosh. seriously, it was super scary. My sister and I were screaming all the way even until the ride stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now dear friends, if you're thinking of committing suicide, DO NOT. EVER. EVER. DO IT BY JUMPING OFF A BUILDING UNLESS YOU WANNA DIE AN UNGLAM DEATH WITH PEE AND POO SPLATTERED ALL OVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG9347.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG9347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG9347.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway, on the way home, I got a super big &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt; lollipop!!! (((: I'M A HAPPY GIRL. HAHAHAHHAA (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay and on the 30th, we were supposed to go to Mel's for a bbq but she cldn't get the pit so we had a cook out in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a real miracle photo. Better save it in your comp cause you'll never get to see it again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG9351.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG9351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG9351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A PHOTO OF JOEY THE ULTIMATE PIGGAROO COOKING CHICKEN DRUMLETS! HAHAHAHAHA (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG9353.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG9353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG9353.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, because this is what they're most famous for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG9354.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG9354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG9354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyway, a whole wok full of smilies for the broken hearted! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG9360.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG9360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG9360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/4 of us again because some LOSER (whom I dearly love. hoho.) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW I HAVE A COMPLAIN. WHY CAN'T WE EVER TAKE A COMPLETE PHOTO? THE LAST ONE WE TOOK WAS WHEN WE WERE IN OUR SCHOOL UNIFORMS AFTER SEOUL GARDEN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on New Year's ever, mummy took all of us to the beach to have seafood! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG9378.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG9378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG9378.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE. I'M SO TALL HERE. HAHAHAHA. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we went to see fireworks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG9391.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG9391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG9391.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yepp. pretty isn't it? (: I always watch the fireworks with my loved ones. First was chiahoeseng, then a monkey, and then ROXIE and then my bro! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then somehow, my bro and I got stranded on the eastcoastparkexpressway. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG9392.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG9392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG9392.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, because there were lots of cars on the expressway and there was a jam, my mum asked my bro and me to get out of the car and climb over the railings and walk towards Suntec to get a clearer view! But the darn traffic police came and chased her car away. So mummy had to make a biiiiiigggg U-turn to pick us up but the jam was really bad so she asked us to walk to an exit if possible. But half way through, after like walking through this scary jungle thingy cause the stupid pedastrain tracks stopped, my bro and I got really scared by the notion of getting hit by some darn speeding car so we waited by the road shoulder for mummy to come to our rescue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha but yes, it was quite worth the experience and the pretty fireworks! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, basically, I've been a very happy girl towards the end of year 2006 and the start of the year 2007! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just know that 2007 will be a real breakthrough! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL OF YOU LOVELIES OUT THERE! (((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-116767410979505814?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/116767410979505814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=116767410979505814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116767410979505814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116767410979505814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2007/01/when-oceans-rise-and-thunders-roar-i.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-116759000447103931</id><published>2007-01-01T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T02:33:24.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BE EXCITED KIDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT STUFFS ARE GONNA HAPPEN IN THE YEAR 2007(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M JUST SO SURE OF IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 IS GONNA BE A HAPPY HAPPY YEAR OF ABUNDANCE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-116759000447103931?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/116759000447103931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=116759000447103931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116759000447103931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116759000447103931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2007/01/be-excited-kids-great-stuffs-are-gonna.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-116654904517850407</id><published>2006-12-20T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T01:34:45.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This goes out to my darling Octy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No matter what happens honey, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; will always be the rainbow in your life(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="kite.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=kite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 251px; HEIGHT: 165px" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_kite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Gotta find a way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Yeah, I can't wait another day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Ain't nothing gonna change &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;If we stay around here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta do what it takes&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's all in our hands &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;We all make mistakes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Yeah, but it's never too late to start again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Take another breath &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;And say another &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;And fly away from here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Anywhere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Yeah, I don't care &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;We'll just fly away from here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Our &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0)"&gt;hopes&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;dreams&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Are out there somewhere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Won't let time pass us by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;We'll just fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;If this life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Gets any harder now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;It ain't no nevermind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;You got me by your side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;And anytime you want &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Yeah we can catch a &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;train&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;And find a better place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Yeah, cause we won't let nothing or no one keep getting us down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;maybe you and I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Can pack our bags and hit the &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;sky&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;And fly away from here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Anywhere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Yeah, I don't care &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;We'll just fly away from here our hopes and dreams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Are out there somewhere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Won't let time pass us by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;We'll just fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Do we see a bluer sky now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;You can have a &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt; life now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Open your eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Cause no one here can ever stop us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;They can try but &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;we won't let them&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;No way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Maybe you and I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Can pack our bags and say goodbye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;And &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fly away &lt;/span&gt;from here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Anywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Honey &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I don't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;We'll just fly &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;away from here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Our &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hopes and dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Are &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;out there somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Fly away from here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Anywhere honey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;We'll just fly.&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/17340154-116654904517850407?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/116654904517850407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=116654904517850407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116654904517850407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116654904517850407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-goes-out-to-my-darling-octy.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-116608646553554402</id><published>2006-12-14T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T16:54:25.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's a rainy afternoon on a lazy thursday. doing my proposal for the CIP activity for wushu next year out on my front porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess I'm just finding an excuse to be alone to just watch the rain fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in sucha crazy paced life, it's funny how just sitting around watching the world go by seems to be such a deadly sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to Fallen For You by Sheila Nicholls. Perfect song for a perfect weather to be reminscing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm missing &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; more than ever. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;EVER&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;EVER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;EVER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-116608646553554402?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/116608646553554402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=116608646553554402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116608646553554402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116608646553554402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-rainy-afternoon-on-lazy-thursday.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-116602792075475710</id><published>2006-12-13T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T00:38:40.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hoho. i've been wanting to update about the chiangmai trip but i just keep procrastinating uptill a point in time when it makes no sense blogging about something that happened so long ago so i'll just upload some photos to sum it all up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess interesting it may be, i didn't quite enjoy it. not because of the sucky facilities up in the mountain, the extreme weather between 10 to 35 degrees or even because of the very little shopping time given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truth be told, i really enjoyed those moments up in the mountain when you wake up to the sounds of birds and roosters, take a nice refreshing bath with the icy cold waterfall water, the times in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;songtel&lt;/span&gt; with a few of us acting crazy inside it shaking it terribly(no dirty thoughts please!), entertaing one another, the moments on OUR log, enjoying the warmth of the campfire, the peaceful-ness away from the city, from singapore, from technology and all and just being there for one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what i don't quite like is people obsessing with relationships with the thais, the fraustration and anger spilt when working with one another and the cold, hidden sacarsm behind the facade of some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so enough said, i shall let the pictures do the talking! :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG8866.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG8866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG8866.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night before i left, mumy took all of us out for a wonderful buffet dinner at Le Meridien Hotel! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG8874.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG8874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG8874.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever so classic-must-have-banner-taking-photograph of every school expedition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG8899.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG8899.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG8899.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the coach when we first touched down to bring us to our hostel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG8904.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG8904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG8904.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this thai costume was given to us to wear during some special khantok dinner when we all went up to dance infront of a live audience. LOL. that was a hilarious experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG8916.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG8916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG8916.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;letting go of this huge latern that would grant us wishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG8924.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG8924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG8924.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this thai temple after our very own american-next-top-model like quest where we had to go to this wet market and get some stuff like maggie mee, veggies and all written to us in thai on this little card. we had no clue what it was and couldn't speak thai at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG8918.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG8918.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG8918.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG8917.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG8917.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG8917.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on our very own &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;songtel&lt;/span&gt;! was like their public bus or smth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG8931.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG8931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG8931.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the very first night in our dorm in the village up on the mountan. see yummy's sad face and my forced smile and you should know how things were then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG8935.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG8935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG8935.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smelly bunk + extra-auntie-ernie at the village school so early in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG8944.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG8944.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG8944.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG8970.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG8970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG8970.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's our own campfire that kept us warm in the night and in the morning when it was like a freezing 10 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG8953.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG8953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG8953.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG8954.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG8954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG8954.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG8961.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG8961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG8961.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with some super adorable kids whom yummy and i taught at the village school(: missing them lots currently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG8977.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG8977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG8977.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we got to visit the village. chris looks constiapted! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG8976.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG8976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG8976.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG8995.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG8995.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG8995.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this photograph is hilarious. it was pitch-dark in the village so we had to switch on our torches for the photographer to see where we were. hahaha but we forgot our cameras had flashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG9002.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG9002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG9002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this's a very adorable kid whom uptill now i'm still wondering what his name is cause whenever you ask him a question or say something to him, he'll just repeat after you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG9016.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG9016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG9016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG9019.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG9019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG9019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this's the fish pond we built for them from sketch. we had to dig the solid hard ground, lay the bricks, make cement, decorate it etc etc. credits to group 3 who worked really hard to cement it and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG9021.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG9021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG9021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our very own toilet in the village that i miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG9022.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG9022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG9022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupp. tt's our cubicle. the metal container there's where the water is for us to bathe and all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG9030.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG9030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG9030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guy's dorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG9048.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG9048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG9048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the tuktuk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG9051.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG9051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG9051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our buys after a night at the night bazaar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG9058.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG9058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG9058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the swimming pool at our hotel which we only discovered on the very morning we had to checkout because MR EW LARDY CHEE HOWE WAS TOO CHICKENED TO GO THERE AT NIGHT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG9064.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG9064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG9064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the coach to this elephant place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG9072.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG9072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG9072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smelly bunk at this elephant place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG9075.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG9075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG9075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elephants bathing at this elephant place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG9083.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG9083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG9083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shok and i on the elephant at this elephant place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG9098.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG9098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG9098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, shok and tee-yon(our elephant driver or whatever his profession is) on the elephant at this elephant place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG9101.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG9101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG9101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me wearing the elephant's rider hat at this elephant place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG9113.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG9113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG9113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inside the airport waiting for our planes to cometo bring us home. see the happy faces people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG9131.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG9131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG9131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the aeroplane back home! see the tired-excited-contented faces people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG9149.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG9149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG9149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally, a picture of smelly bunk while waiting for our luggages back home!!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG9157.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG9157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG9157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then jie and i got to decorating our christmas tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG9174-1.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG9174-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG9174-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i met dear qi at orchard after a realllllllllllly long time! (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YAY!!! I FINALLY FINISHED BLOGGINGGGGGGGG ABOUT CM TRIP. HOHO. NOTICE HOW I SLOWLY GET FAT IN CHIANGMAI. LOLL. ANYWAY, I'M GLAD I'M BACK HOME. GOSHHH. IT ALL FEELS LIKE A DREAM THOUGH. LUCKILY I'VE GOT PICS AS EVIDENCE THAT I'VE BEEN TO CM(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELLS. I'M SO TIRED. SHALL PUBLISH MY POST NOW AND LET ALL YOU LOVELIES ENJOY THE PICS! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-116602792075475710?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/116602792075475710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=116602792075475710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116602792075475710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116602792075475710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2006/12/hoho.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-116550482100137744</id><published>2006-12-07T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T23:20:21.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I THANK GOD FOR &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;STARHUB CABLE VISION&lt;/span&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-116550482100137744?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/116550482100137744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=116550482100137744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116550482100137744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116550482100137744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-thank-god-for-starhub-cable-vision.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-116531996357298468</id><published>2006-12-05T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T19:59:23.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.seductiveshorts.com/#goods/quiz"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.seductiveshorts.com/images/blogs/midas_touch.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-116531996357298468?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/116531996357298468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=116531996357298468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116531996357298468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116531996357298468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-116434617935182501</id><published>2006-11-24T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T13:29:39.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the reality's sinking in. tomorrow's the day that i'll be flying over to chiangmai for nine days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm not really too concerned about the number of days. i mean, it's only nine days after all. i've been away from home for a far longer time before. but then again, i was putting up at my aunt's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm actually dreading the leaving part. i've been there before, felt it before. and the feeling sucks. you know there's only so much you can do to help those people and once you return, your life will be great all over again but those people would probably feel even worst. despite the efforts put in, they'll probably be wondering about how you've been and all; talking about how you'd behaved.. everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the tears knowing that our paths will never cross each other's again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even before going, i'm already feeling so jaded over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.. cs's here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-116434617935182501?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/116434617935182501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=116434617935182501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116434617935182501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116434617935182501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2006/11/realitys-sinking-in.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-116384117235650849</id><published>2006-11-18T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T17:12:52.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stupid stupid bloody mozzy! &lt;br /&gt;i really really do miss roxie.&lt;br /&gt;ooh-kay, i almost killed that stupid sucky&lt;br /&gt;flying baby, come to mummy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOHO! I WON THE BATTLE THAT INVOLVED MANY BLOODSHED. I'M A HERO!!! (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU WERE WONDERING... I KILLED THAT BLOODY HUNGRY MOSQUITOE! &lt;br /&gt;IT WAS ON MY LEG AND... +PIAKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK+ WAHHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for a saturday afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-116384117235650849?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/116384117235650849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=116384117235650849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116384117235650849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116384117235650849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2006/11/stupid-stupid-bloody-mozzy-i-really.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-116334600802142171</id><published>2006-11-12T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:40:08.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's scary how time changes all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years ago, I was at the beach with pretty much the same crowd doing crazy stuff I never thought I will have done right now. But still, among all the laughters and wild fun, I thorougly enjoyed myself. And even now, when I look back, I can still hear the laughters and feel this spark of joy lit up somewhere inside me despite knowing what the future bears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years later, which was yesterday, kaysiang, weekang and hs picked me up for supper and we drove to the beach. Same crowd, same place. Yet, the feeling was totally different. Even though everyone looked pretty much the same, the conversations exchanged scared me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it suddenly dawn upon me that everyone's growing up and no one will wait for you even if you choose to remain where you are right now. I'm not saying I'm having less fun right now, because I'm not. I still enjoy their company, the lame jokes they crack and them still watching out for me and all. However I do admit I miss the past. Those innocence; those freedom. Where you don't have to care about anything else except maybe trying to avoid those embarrasing moments when you're around a group of guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the times when it was cool to do handstands in the ocean; cool to smash eggs on the birthday boy's head; cool to matchmake your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those times when we would dig huge holes in the sand and lay in there for hours. When we would go around building and smashing each other sand castles and compete who can skip stones the most times. And then laughing and playing till you forget about the world and till your mind gets all tired and weary and all you wanna do is retreat home to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, it made me really happy to see you guys yesterday.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay la, as far as all the teasing goes, I have to admit that you guys have grown up to be such young fine tall handsome guys that I just feel so proud and happy walking beside all of you! haha(: hoho. my longest guy friends. be honoured!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha I can't wait to see how all of us will be like three years from now(((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-116334600802142171?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/116334600802142171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=116334600802142171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116334600802142171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116334600802142171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-scary-how-time-changes-all-of-us.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-116264804810917367</id><published>2006-11-04T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:50:22.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DARLINGS! YOU HAVE ALL BEEN TRICKED! I AM ACTUALLY A SUPER SMART ASS. WAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Congratulations, you obtained a &lt;strong&gt;very high score&lt;/strong&gt;. I am researching intelligence and personality so I would greatly appreciate if you would use the comment form below to answer the following questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What was your childhood IQ measured at? SAT score? GRE score?What is your career or what career do you plan on pursuing?How has your intelligence affected your life?Do you think intelligence correlates negatively with physical attractiveness?Did you have any problems with any of the questions on this test, was it challenging, easy?Include your email if you are open to possibly getting some follow up questions from me (your email will be kept private). If you would rather think about the questions and answer later, submit your answers via the contact link. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your overall percentile is 93% which means you scored higher than 93% of the people who have taken this test. The internet population tends to be more intelligent so your percentile might be higher if the test taking sample was perfectly random. Keep in mind, taking this test more than once will render your percentile score inaccurate because the percentile score assumes these questions were fresh to the test taker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;lol. bullcrap. try taking it! you'd probably score really high too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pop over to similarminds.com and take the Fluid Intelligence Test(Visual Pattern)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-116264804810917367?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/116264804810917367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>I JUST REALISED MY HOME'S NEAR A KOREAN SCHOOL(((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i woke up today feeling realllllyy happy!&lt;br /&gt;no more tummy ache. no more worries. no more nomore(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayyee, soooooooo. i went to the botanical garden and lower pierce to see some monkies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy the lovely pics, lovelies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG8704.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG8704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG8704.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG8709.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG8709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG8709.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG8714.jpg" 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href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG8723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG8723.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG8748.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG8748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG8748.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG8739.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG8739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG8739.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG8745.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG8745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG8745.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG8775.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG8775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG8775.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;lol! i know they aren't flowers and it's a little random but i just thought these mushrooms looked really happy in their own little fungus world. maybe those blue smurfs creatures would come out to play at night?(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG8788.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG8788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG8788.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,0)"&gt;they really looked fierce and ugly):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;yuppies! that's about it all. today's been a great day!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope yours was too!(((:&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/17340154-116264210063658078?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/116264210063658078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=116264210063658078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116264210063658078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116264210063658078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-just-realised-my-homes-near-korean.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-116240008365901870</id><published>2006-11-02T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T00:54:43.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>please take me home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-116240008365901870?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/116240008365901870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=116240008365901870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116240008365901870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116240008365901870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2006/11/please-take-me-home.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-116215395168609545</id><published>2006-10-30T04:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T04:32:31.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I constantly ask myself "why?" but then a voice inside me tells me that it isn't time yet honey. And when the time comes, God will give you the best because it's the most beautiful gift that He'll ever give to you.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha and sillys, i'm not in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just that perhaps i've been too caught up in the notion of falling in love. haha if you get what i mean. if you don't, THEN IT'S HIGH TIME YOU GO WATCH GOONG(((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Someday my prince will come too.(:"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-116215395168609545?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/116215395168609545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=116215395168609545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116215395168609545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116215395168609545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-constantly-ask-myself-why-but-then.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-116197488751062113</id><published>2006-10-28T02:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T02:48:07.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't remember from when it was,&lt;br /&gt;that i started to think about you.&lt;br /&gt;the thoughts would appear abt twice,&lt;br /&gt;they kept expanding and i felt a bit surprisied&lt;br /&gt;i kept thinking to myself that it was nothing&lt;br /&gt;but it was awkard when i talked to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're thinking abt the same thing&lt;br /&gt;then is it a start for us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart keeps wanting to love you&lt;br /&gt;it's screaming for the whole world to hear&lt;br /&gt;why is it tt i hear it now?&lt;br /&gt;i've found love now that i've found you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-116197488751062113?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/116197488751062113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=116197488751062113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116197488751062113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116197488751062113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-dont-remember-from-when-it-was-that.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-116193968040818618</id><published>2006-10-27T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T17:01:20.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>feeling a little bit of randomness today so i'l just blog randomly(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-last night was the best night i had in years(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-caught sight of a star after MANY MANY MANY WEEKS with roxie. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-AND WE HAD A MINI BBQ(: was so full and tired after the bbq that i slept for many many hrs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-bahh. husna called earlier on but i couldn't go out in the afternoon. ): really miss her loads! ))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-rahh. and i wanna play o2mania. hahah the class guys got all of us hooked. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-supposed to go take injection with yummy today but we postponed it to tmr. hehss(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ate 2 kosong roti pratas today and gonna meet octy later for dinner at NEWYORK NEWYORK(: JOEYYY. WHERE ARE YOUUUUUUUUUU!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i don't know what to wear later on): i need to go shopping soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cmcmcmcmcmcmcmcm. i think it's starting to seem alright... meeting alyssa and yummy tmr to do the journal sample. IT'S GONNA BE PRETTY(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-116193968040818618?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/116193968040818618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=116193968040818618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116193968040818618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116193968040818618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2006/10/feeling-little-bit-of-randomness-today.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-116170942741038551</id><published>2006-10-25T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T01:14:37.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one thing about thinking about life mysteries is that, the more you think, the more you find your own actions contradicting what you want yourself to believe in and then you're back at square one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that feeling totally sucks because you know that no matter how much time you spend on thinking about it, society somehow always manages to conform you and then you suddenly find yourself all confused again because you know that in reality, there's only one path you can take, if you're a coward like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which brings me to honestly believing that dreams are only something you hold on to secretly. because you know if you share it with others, they'll just laugh it off in your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayee, the world's too big and wide and wild. you can't possible comprehend every single thing. and that's why i think ppl choose to have a religion and why scientist choose to conduct endless researches since the cavemen era. because they're simply insecure and they need to find an answer to substantiate what they choose to believe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, to me, i say since it's impossible to write a hundred page analysis on everything single little thing on earth, then God would be the next best answer(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, if you believe in something very much, then hold on to it tightly, and it'll be given to you eventually by the grace of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's what i told him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and till today, i still stand truth to it(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-116170942741038551?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/116170942741038551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=116170942741038551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116170942741038551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116170942741038551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2006/10/one-thing-about-thinking-about-life.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-116168844100898778</id><published>2006-10-24T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T19:14:01.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>do you sometimes feel that life's totally mundane cause there's nothing else to look forward to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeppp. that's how i'm feeling right now. on the other hand, i can give you a million and one things that i DO NOT look forward to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) tmr's english camp meeting.&lt;br /&gt;2) chinese A's&lt;br /&gt;3) injection. BAH. stupid cm.):&lt;br /&gt;4) pw OP. ):&lt;br /&gt;5) the cm trip itself.&lt;br /&gt;6) J2 (but on the brighter side, ROXIE MADE IT TGTH!!! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, darling alvin got me a lovely job. pays $10/hr. just gottah assist some specialist in some experiment from india for some hi-tech chip that some company invented. everyday for Nov, 9 to 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but know what? all those stupid stuff ruined my chances of getting it. do you know how tough it is to actually find a slackish job tt pay $10/hr? BAHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-116168844100898778?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/116168844100898778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=116168844100898778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116168844100898778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116168844100898778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2006/10/do-you-sometimes-feel-that-lifes.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-116152522104146549</id><published>2006-10-22T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T21:53:41.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="giraffey.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=giraffey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_giraffey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WITH LOVE, FROM ALYSSA(((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-116152522104146549?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/116152522104146549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=116152522104146549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116152522104146549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116152522104146549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2006/10/with-love-from-alyssa.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-116152308877455085</id><published>2006-10-22T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T21:18:08.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>colincheongisofficiallytheworstprojectworkteacheraround.somuchforbeingthe&lt;br /&gt;projectworkguru.myass.ithinkhetotallysucks.what'supwiththeschedulefortomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;doesn'theknowpeoplehaveasociallifetomaintainunlikehim?comeonla.i'msoglad&lt;br /&gt;you'releavingmj.you'relikeablacksheepalright.biasandperveticloser.yeah.gladyouknow&lt;br /&gt;thatidislikeyou.isn'tthatyouwhatyouwantfrommeanyway?thanksforllthesecrap&lt;br /&gt;thatigotfromyouthisyear.ehwhateverla.BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL NEVER FORGET YOU. THAT'S FOR SURE(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLAH BLAH BLAH. PW IS SUPER BORING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST KILL ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna have lunch with shok):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i miss chenxiuqi):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wanna go for a super long walk but it's so hazy out there i might suffocate to death. Please Kill Indonesia 83 ! (JOKE FROM YUMMY. WAHAHAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLAHHH. i have no idea what i'm writing. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO DREADING CHIANGMAIMEETING TMR. IT JUST TOTALLY KILLED MY SUNDAY. DON'T REALLY NO WHAT TO EXPECT BUT I GUESS I'LL GET SCREWED BY THE TEACHERS FOR MY INDEMNITY FORM. HAHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL LIKE SCREAMING. SCREAM WITH ME ALRIGHTS? ONE... TWO... THREE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH +BREATHS+&lt;br /&gt;HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-116152308877455085?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/116152308877455085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=116152308877455085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116152308877455085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116152308877455085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2006/10/colincheongisofficiallytheworstproject.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-116142910575468840</id><published>2006-10-21T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T19:11:45.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HAVE A NEWFOUND LOVE(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Pearlene%20Ng/My%20Documents/beautiful%20people.%20%28=/ROXIE.HEART/ZOOOUTING/LOVETHIS.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG8527-1.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG8527-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG8527-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="NEWFOUNDLOVE.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=NEWFOUNDLOVE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_NEWFOUNDLOVE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="LOVETHIS.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=LOVETHIS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_LOVETHIS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T YOU THINK THEY'RE SUCH BEAUS? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, PW meeting today was great! (: they came over to my place and the talk was wonderful(: kinda played truth or dare and yeah.. learnt lots of stuff about them which i never knew. like.. zaini's.... hahahahahhahaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my PW group more and more. hahaha(((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda having a little family ｂｂｑ now. i love my grandma(:&lt;br /&gt;her kisses always makes the world seem alright(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i love my mummy and my aunts too!&lt;br /&gt;they're such wise sweet darlings. lunch + drinks  with them ALWAYS clears the mind. thanks for cheering me up and giving me all those wise talks and advices(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="zaritha-0364.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=zaritha-0364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_zaritha-0364.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ＡＬＷＡＹＳＳＥＥＭＴＯＨＩＴＴＨＥＳＰＯＴ（：&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-116142910575468840?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/116142910575468840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=116142910575468840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116142910575468840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116142910575468840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-have-newfound-love-dont-you-think.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-116134250098503988</id><published>2006-10-20T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T19:08:20.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this week is results week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so glad we've finally come to the end of it because this week totally suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry yummy for being emo. i just couldn't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. just wanna tell my dearest -&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;- that i'll love you always and forever. i've told you all the stuff that i ever wanted to say yesterday and i'm sorry if i've hurt you by saying some rather harsh stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wanna thank my sweetest piggaroo - &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;JOLENE ONG ZHU LING&lt;/span&gt; - for trying to cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my loveliest huffalump - &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;NG YUMING&lt;/span&gt; - for trying to knock some sense into my stupid little head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mr SUNNY funny&lt;/span&gt; (although he'll never get to read this) for offering me the packet of tissue and telling me that everything's gonna be alright which totally made my day with those 4 little words. kinda freaky actually. it's as though you read my earlier poem or something. but still, that was really sweet of you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehhh. that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dear Lord, I guess you gottah be fair. These 2 weeks have been terrible. So can you please make the following 2 weeks better? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-116134250098503988?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/116134250098503988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=116134250098503988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116134250098503988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116134250098503988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-week-is-results-week.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-116092614668996312</id><published>2006-10-15T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T23:29:06.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 277px; height: 181px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/994/593/1600/remember.0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-116092614668996312?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/116092614668996312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=116092614668996312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116092614668996312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116092614668996312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-116091806206423734</id><published>2006-10-15T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T21:14:22.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bella luna</title><content type='html'>please stop this painful tears from falling,&lt;br /&gt;i feel as though my world's crashing.&lt;br /&gt;i hear surrounding voices drowning,&lt;br /&gt;and i would love to answer their calling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet a part of me refuse to speak&lt;br /&gt;even though i try so hard to pry my lips.&lt;br /&gt;the weakness in me just can't stop spilling&lt;br /&gt;and this courage i once had seems to be a flame dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i plead with you to tell me that everything's gonna be alright -&lt;br /&gt;that everything's gonna be just fine.&lt;br /&gt;that we together will put up a mighty fight,&lt;br /&gt;and forget this painful plight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunflower fields and daffodiles&lt;br /&gt;suddenly seem to lose their secret magic&lt;br /&gt;is this where the happiness seals&lt;br /&gt;because all these seems to bear no logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buy me a sunflower,&lt;br /&gt;buy me a lovely fairytale.&lt;br /&gt;where lovely horses prance around&lt;br /&gt;and where tears will never reach the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so please tell me that everything's gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;and continue to hold my hand ever so tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i'm really afraid to lose my dreams -&lt;br /&gt;a beautiful picture of you and me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-116091806206423734?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/116091806206423734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=116091806206423734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116091806206423734'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;misstalley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="zaritha-0338.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=zaritha-0338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_zaritha-0338.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iloveyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="zaritha-0337.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=zaritha-0337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_zaritha-0337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takemethere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="zaritha-0347.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=zaritha-0347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_zaritha-0347.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j'aipeurjefais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG8246.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG8246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG8246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatpromosdid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG8280.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG8280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG8280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'velearnttolove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG8281.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG8281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG8281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"whatever.+rollseyes+"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG8408.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG8408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG8408.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hearthemightylionsroar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG8410.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG8410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG8410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guesswhoaretherealphanys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG8412.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG8412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG8412.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'mafraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG8413.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG8413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG8413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don'tworryhoney.wehadconquredthemonster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG8427.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG8427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG8427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masterpieceofmothernature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG8431.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG8431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG8431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lookandpoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG8438.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG8438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG8438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dangerouslove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG8441.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG8441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG8441.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celebrietyshot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG8446.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG8446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG8446.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrgiant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG8453.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG8453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG8453.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatmummyalwaystaughtus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG8462.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG8462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG8462.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leavingnoonebehind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG8464.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG8464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG8464.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i'mascuteasyou."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG8469.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG8469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG8469.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onetwothreeROXIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG8482.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG8482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG8482.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;innocenthappiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG8483.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG8483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG8483.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatwewishwewere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG8495.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG8495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG8495.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG8496.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG8496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG8496.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twelveprettyflowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG8502.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG8502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG8502.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theleaf'smine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG8527.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG8527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG8527.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simplicityisbeauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG8541.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG8541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG8541.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lightsout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="CIMG8540.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG8540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_CIMG8540.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeingeternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="wrongway.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;current=wrongway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_wrongway.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;topsyturvy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="nerdyummy.jpg" href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nerdyummy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/th_nerdyummy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supernerdme.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-116083768412981076?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/116083768412981076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=116083768412981076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116083768412981076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116083768412981076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2006/10/misstalley.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-116081693884872511</id><published>2006-10-14T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T17:08:58.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"So, I'm gonna smile 'cause I want to make you happy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laugh, so you can't see me cry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm gonna let you go in style&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And even if it kills me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm gonna smile."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-116081693884872511?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/116081693884872511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EVERYTHING'S GONNA BE &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;G&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;T &lt;/span&gt;(((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;wouldn't it, Lord?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I guess what they say is true. yuppp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;thanks shok, yummy, joey, octy, mr lin, ms chen, some random guy who kept offering us tissues and ced. you guys really really blow my grey clouds all away. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;c'est votre sourire qui m'a gardé fort (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-116075036039249695?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/116075036039249695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=116075036039249695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116075036039249695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116075036039249695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2006/10/everythings-gonna-be-alright-wouldnt.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-116049467256000572</id><published>2006-10-10T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T23:37:52.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>have lots of pretty photos of the girls going to the zoo and all but i'm too lazy to upload them so bear a little while alright? promise to do it once i have some time to myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the haze is back btw. GROANS. ))):&lt;br /&gt;mr haze, please go away quick so i can sit on my swing and look at the stars and moon alright? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i love my red nails. hehhs. (((:&lt;br /&gt;can i not wash them off for school tmr?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-116049467256000572?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/116049467256000572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=116049467256000572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116049467256000572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116049467256000572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2006/10/have-lots-of-pretty-photos-of-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-116032177227485526</id><published>2006-10-08T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T23:36:12.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss those times when she would come over and you would make us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;l&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-116032177227485526?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/116032177227485526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=116032177227485526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116032177227485526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116032177227485526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-miss-those-times-when-she-would-come.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-116032025782000223</id><published>2006-10-08T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T23:10:57.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoever came up with the term "retail therapy" is an utter genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he probably didn't think about the aftermath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still, i'm as happy as a tall-giraffey-who-just-found-plenty-of-delicious-looking-leaves can be(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with my family today and we bought a new garden table and a new SWING ( YIPPEE!!! (((: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on top of that, i bought 3 beautiful tops (1 gray-ish one which kinda has butterfly sleeves, a black baby-doll top and a whiteish-blueish-flowery baby-doll dress!) a pair of black leggings (don't know why. but i'm sure it'll come in handy one day?) a necklace (okay, actually it came free with the necklace. what to do. auntie sees everything as a good bargain what.) and and and....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY GOSH. MY NEW ITEM OF LUST!!!!! (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i really shouldn't and xiuqi's gonna scold me... but, it really looked so pretty with my whiteish-blueish-flowery baby-doll dress that i just had to buy it.. despite the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/040733l.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yepps..(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, ZOO-ING TOMORROW WITH MY BELOVED ZOO MATES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T WAITTTTTTTT((((((((((((((((((((((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-116032025782000223?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/116032025782000223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=116032025782000223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116032025782000223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116032025782000223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2006/10/whoever-came-up-with-term-retail.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-116022933828199189</id><published>2006-10-07T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T21:55:38.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>L is for the way you look at me &lt;br /&gt;O is for the only one I see &lt;br /&gt;V is very, very extraordinary &lt;br /&gt;E is even more than anyone that you can adore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is all that I can give to you &lt;br /&gt;Love is more than just a game for two &lt;br /&gt;Two in love can make it &lt;br /&gt;Take my heart and please don't break it &lt;br /&gt;Love was made for me and you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L is for the way you look at me &lt;br /&gt;O is for the only one I see &lt;br /&gt;V is very, very extraordinary &lt;br /&gt;E is even more than anyone that you can adore &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is all that I can give to you &lt;br /&gt;Love is more than just a game for two &lt;br /&gt;Two in love can make it &lt;br /&gt;Take my heart and please don't break it &lt;br /&gt;Love was made for me and you &lt;br /&gt;Love was made for me and you &lt;br /&gt;Love was made for me and you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-116022933828199189?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/116022933828199189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=116022933828199189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116022933828199189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116022933828199189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2006/10/l-is-for-way-you-look-at-me-o-is-for.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-116021060005847624</id><published>2006-10-07T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T16:43:20.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so the promos are finally over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahh, don't wish to talk about it cause it just sucked so bad. everything was totally unexpected. just glad that our last paper was relatively do-able compared to the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehh, and i sincerely wish to thank mr eugene lin and mr gary chan. cause yesterday was the first physics paper that i ever did in my life without feeling "oh-shit-i-don't-know-a-single-thing-that-they-are-asking".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(((: THANKS GUYS. YOU BOTH TOTALLY ROCK MY WORLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lots of thanks to ms yeo too for giving such obvious hints! (although it really didn't help much...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, watched &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;you, me and dupree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yst night with jo and xiuqi(: louy, khai and yangsheng joined us later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the haze was so bad yesterday that when the cab was on the highway, we couldn't even see the buildings in front of us. so it was actually kinda scary, especially at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, i guess it's pretty much a nice movie to relax to. chickflicks rule the day, as usual(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way home, alvin called so he picked me up from where i was and drove me over to siglap's cafe cartel for supper and to meet karen cause she was working there!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was great catching up with him(: haven't done so ever since mj robbed my social life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupp okay, i'm running a fever now(which totally suck but still i gottah thank the Lord for keeping me healthy until after the promos) so i guess i better get off the comp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take good care peeps(: especially with the stupid haze. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-116021060005847624?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/116021060005847624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=116021060005847624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116021060005847624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/116021060005847624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-promos-are-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-115972160650170879</id><published>2006-10-02T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T00:53:26.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;i am super worried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;eavenly Father, please be with us when we are attempting our papers. please allow us to remember everything that we've learnt. please keep us calm and comfort our hearts and soul so that we are able to attempt the papers with a clear mind. please give us the strength we need at our weakest times now and be with us always. thank you Lord for bringing us to where we are right now. please continue to bless us and guide us in each step we take. i know that no matter what happens, you do it because it's the best way out for me. thank you Lord for your love and i really hope that i put in my best so as not to disappoint You, my teachers, my mummy, my friends and myself. last but not the least, please forgive me if i have neglected you in any way during this examination period. thank you Lord for everything. In Jesus name I pray, Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-115972160650170879?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/115972160650170879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=115972160650170879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/115972160650170879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/115972160650170879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-am-super-worried.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-115938227381529220</id><published>2006-09-28T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T02:37:53.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i really do wanna grow up NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really do wanna get over with my college education, go to a decent University, get a proper degree and probably find a well-to-do job.&lt;br /&gt;turn the clock fast, go to twenty-eight.&lt;br /&gt;at least i wld know whether we survived this shitty times or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, i know i'm so gonna miss doing so many many many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roy once told me things will be different when i finally do grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just hope dreams really do come true and that everything will turn out fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything's stagnant right now, and it's times like these when you really start thinking about life and all. frankly, i'm afraid. very afraid. so afraid that i daren't even look a day ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause, i guess i'm not strong enough..&lt;br /&gt;not strong enough to lose anyone of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please oh Lord, please don't let anyone of us get left behind. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-115938227381529220?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/115938227381529220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=115938227381529220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/115938227381529220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/115938227381529220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-really-do-wanna-grow-up-now.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-115877634762726576</id><published>2006-09-21T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T02:19:07.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling very very hungry now despite sinfully eating :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- one chocolate chip muffin from Werner's Oven&lt;br /&gt;- one bowl of fishball noodles&lt;br /&gt;- 1 stick of chicken nuggets from Old Chang Kee&lt;br /&gt;- 2 Oneh Oneh&lt;br /&gt;- 1 can of Jasmine Green Tea&lt;br /&gt;- some fish, 2 chicken wings, some veggies, a little bit of rice&lt;br /&gt;- 2 Oreo Wafersticks&lt;br /&gt;- 1 cup of coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH. gabe! I bet you miss Singapore's food! AND I MISS YOUUUU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bahhh. promo's so near. if only time could stop now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells! anyway, no school tomorrow because I predict I'm gonna somehow fall ill. hehss. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehh. i feel like eating chee kueh. lols. yeahh. with plenty of chillie and cai pok. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, TAKE LOTS OF CARE SHOK AND YUMMY!!! DON'T FALL ILL NOW ALRIGHTS? GOD BLESS YOU TWO ANGELS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrightyys. time to go back to my econs essay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TATATATATATATATATAAS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-115877634762726576?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/115877634762726576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=115877634762726576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/115877634762726576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/115877634762726576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-feeling-very-very-hungry-now.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-115834031880701822</id><published>2006-09-16T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T01:11:59.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have the sudden urge to go out for a nice long walk, gorge myself with ice cream, sit on a swing, &lt;em&gt;something.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it that the more physics you do, the more confused you get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm not cut out for j2. for jc. for studies. for singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i can just.... well, you see. i don't even know what i want right now. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a terrible dream earlier on when i had my nap. i dreamt of frogs, snails, mutanian frogs, cats. and the worst thing is, whenever i forced myself to wake up and went back to sleep, the dream would just continue from where i woke up from! ))): really scared the shit outtah me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, ROXIE, too much talking about food is a bad thing. they end up coming alive to haunt you in your dreams. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well for now, i just wanna eat a steaming spicy plate of chillie crab with man tou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and btw, i'm very badly affected by [x]. if i could sue, i would. but yeahh, guess what yangsheng said made sense. funny how he always sometimes does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm really super ultra sad that mrlin's not gonna be with us next year. ): i really wish i could do well for promos or something. SIGH. I really think mrlin is one of the best teachers that ever crossed my path and i'm really thankful and grateful towards him and i think he make a wonderful postman and i'm so looking forward to monday's consultation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls, it'll be the last one ever. ))): wanna give him a gift or sth? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why is it that Jay Chou's songs always have the same effect on you? tend to make you feel either all fuuzy-wuzzy and makes you wanna fall in love &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;OR&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; they make you super depressed and sad and go all weak in the knees and make you break down and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well okay. enough randomness! time to hit Dynamics. so, i'll end this entry with a thousand beautiful words. (: (and hopefully it'll take all the sadness away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/LOVEROXIE.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;IS&lt;/u&gt; &lt;em&gt;R&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;/em&gt; &lt;u&gt;IS&lt;/u&gt; &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-115834031880701822?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/115834031880701822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=115834031880701822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/115834031880701822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/115834031880701822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-have-sudden-urge-to-go-out-for-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-115817014761973824</id><published>2006-09-14T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T01:55:48.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don'y really know what to blog. just taking a break from studying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna sleep soon(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE 06S401. LIFE REALLY WLDN'T BE THE SAME WITHOUT ALL OF THEM. (: THANKS GUYS FOR MAKING MY LIFE IS MJC SO MUCH MORE BEARABLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE ROXIE. ROXIELOVE. LOVEROXIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE SHOK AND I MISS HER SO MUCH NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATS MINHUI FOR YOUR WONDERFUL RESULTS! (: I ALWAYS KNEW YOU HAD IT IN YOU. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Comming your work to the Lord and then your plans will succeed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Proverbs 16:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU LORD. I REALLY DO. THANKS FOR SUSTAINING ME TILL NOW. THANKS FOR COMFORTING MY SOUL AND GIVING ME THE STRENGTH TO TAKE EACH STEP EVERY SINGLE BRAND NEW DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN REALLY DO ALL THINGS THROUGH CHRIST WHO STRENGTHENS ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;FAITH. TRUST. BELIEF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DREAMS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-115817014761973824?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/115817014761973824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=115817014761973824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/115817014761973824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/115817014761973824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-dony-really-know-what-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-115791050730618753</id><published>2006-09-11T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T01:48:27.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay! i took mr lin's advice and cleaned up my room and filed all my stuff (okay i didn't reallly. hehs. i just sorted them and chucked them into my files. BUT AT LEAST IT WAS AN IMPROVEMENT!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anddd. i realised i have a lot of stuff which i thought i lost or which doesn't belong to me. here are the stuff guyss, so if it happens to be yours, just drop me a note and ask me to pass it to you or sth k? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- xiuqi's hole puncture. ehhh, i seriously don't know why it's in my room.&lt;br /&gt;- div's special sissors that cuts in a zig-zag shape. ehh! i think you left it on the bench the other day!&lt;br /&gt;- shilin's liang yong qi's cd. SHOOT. i keep forgetting to return it to you!&lt;br /&gt;- a whole stack of surveys! I'M SO SORRY YUMMY! I STILL HAVE HALF OF IT WITH ME. HAHAHHA. =x&lt;br /&gt;- rusel tan's full house vcd since dec 2005&lt;br /&gt;- karen lee's glass shoes vcd since early this year&lt;br /&gt;- a whole stack of vcd which i'm guessing belongs to my sis.&lt;br /&gt;- lots of expired vouches (WHICH EXCUSE ME, INCLUDES A FREE SPA TREATMENT, A $40 OFF ANY HAIR SERVICE AND OTHER DISCOUNTS TOO!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuppp. tt shld be all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and bah. promos' in twenty days and i'm still neither here nor there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH LORD. PLEASE LET ROXIE PROMOTE!!! THAT'S MY ONLY WISH FOR NOW. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!! I PROMISE I'LL GO TO CHURCH EVERYWEEK AND THEREAFTER, PREACH THE GOSPEL TO ALL MY FRIENDS, GREET MY MUMMY EVERY MORNING AND EVERYNIGHT, SAY MY GRACE BEFORE EVERY MEAL, PRAY FOR THE NEEDY EVERYNIGHT, CLEAN MY ROOM ONCE A WEEK, DO QUIET TIME EVERYDAY AND TRY NOT TO BE SO SINFUL IF YOU'D ONLY LET US GET PROMOTED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH HEAVENLY FATHER, PLEASE LET US GET PROMOTED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-115791050730618753?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/115791050730618753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=115791050730618753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/115791050730618753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/115791050730618753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2006/09/okay-i-took-mr-lins-advice-and-cleaned.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-115738595327128473</id><published>2006-09-04T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T00:13:49.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so extremely shocked i don't even know how to put my thoughts into words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well okay, I'm sure all of you heard abt Steve Irwin's death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The famous Crocodile hunter, the heart of wildlife, Steve Irwin passed away while documenting a segment of Ocean's Deadliest when he got stinged by a stingray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing for sure, the VCD of Ocean's Dealiest's gonna sell like hotcakes. ehh, it's really deadly isn't it. at least it isn't some fraud shit you find on Discovery Channel which claimed that it's the World's most dangerous stunts and it's like over within 5 secs with nobody getting hurt or such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the news of Steve Irwin's death stuck me real bad. it was so totally provocative that.. I didn't even know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, all I'm gonna say is, my deepest condolences to everyone who's feeling the loss of such an amazing guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andd. thanks Steve Irwin. although i don't know you personally, but i just wanna thank you for being such a lovely guy. thanks for all your lame jokes cracked on your shows, thanks for teaching me about the crocodiles, thanks for appearing on the Discovery Channel and keeping me entertained on those boring afternoons at home, thanks for bringing awarness to the world that God's creatures are not to be tampered or provoked and thanks for your television programme 'Crocodile Hunter' which gave me and my daddy a common teevee programe to watch and laugh about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and please forgive me for wishing that you'd get bitten by a crocodile on your shows whenever i watch it. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm so sorry. ):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/steveirwin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you'd continue doing what you enjoy doing in Heaven where God will give you your own little precious Crocodile Paradise where there's no stingrays to sting you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will miss you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goodbye.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/pearlene_ng/steveirwin1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"CRICKEY!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-115738595327128473?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/115738595327128473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=115738595327128473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/115738595327128473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/115738595327128473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-so-extremely-shocked-i-dont-even.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-115687696748102892</id><published>2006-08-30T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T02:42:47.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2:25AM</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;2:25 am in the morning.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an email was just written, posted and the words, forever remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a tutorial had just been scribbled through, a pen had just been thrown onto the table, and the clutter on the floor, became a bigger clutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a stomach growled.&lt;br /&gt;but no, too fat to stuff calories into her face, she said to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a tear creaked to the corner of her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;but no, no crying tonight, she said to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a fear crept into her heart silently.&lt;br /&gt;a fear so frightening and surreal that it almost crashed her world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a glass dropped, the silence shattered.&lt;br /&gt;a footstep heard, but it isn't you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 2:25am, yet the thought of slumber never crossed her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 2:25am, and the silence seems so piercing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 2:25 am, but you're still on her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; 2:25 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how about &lt;strong&gt;yours&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-115687696748102892?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/115687696748102892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=115687696748102892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/115687696748102892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/115687696748102892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2006/08/225am.html' title='2:25AM'/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-115687409153427256</id><published>2006-08-30T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T01:54:51.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i hope you're doing fine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*if your tomorrow never came then i'm leaving my future behind&lt;br /&gt;cause each step i take is a step taken towards you&lt;br /&gt;and each wish i wished is a wish to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;JUST REMEMBER TILL YOU'RE HOME AGAIN, &lt;strong&gt;YOU BELONG TO ME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;andmyheartwillalwaysbewithyou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-115687409153427256?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/115687409153427256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=115687409153427256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/115687409153427256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/115687409153427256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-hope-youre-doing-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-115669951533277678</id><published>2006-08-28T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T01:25:15.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you just don't know how much i miss you, do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS YOU. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I REALLY DO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-115669951533277678?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-115666053421923163</id><published>2006-08-27T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T14:35:34.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ayye, why does Sunday afternoon always seem so lazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLS. DIV JUST SENT ME A CHIPMUNK VERSION OF THE SONG EVERYTIME WE TOUCH. SUPER FUNNYYY AND CUTEEEEE. HAHAHA THANKS DIV (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey know what? i can't wait to go back to school tomorrow (: i miss ROXIE already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goshh, 4 more weeks to promos. let's see what i've completed so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHYSICS&lt;br /&gt;- circular motion&lt;br /&gt;- gravitation&lt;br /&gt;- SHM (doing it now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATHS&lt;br /&gt;- vectors (except for eq. of a plane)&lt;br /&gt;- graphing techniques&lt;br /&gt;- inequalities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIT&lt;br /&gt;- ehh, i think the proj. really did helped. i think the eleven hours spent on it yesterday really was fruitful. i learnt more than i ever did in all of marilyn goh's lessons combined. HAH. okay, maybe that's just because we kept getting sent out of class.&lt;br /&gt;hah! did you know that Wickham and Lydia and Jane and Bingley actually got married in the end and Lydia actually eloped with Wickham who's a liar and Darcy actually cleared off Wickham's debt so that they could get married and when Lizzy was sick, Darcy actually didn't go to Rosings for dinner and went to visit Lizzy even when Lizzy detested him? Gosh. so sweet la. i think i'm close to being in love with Darcy. I THINK HE ROCKS MY SOCKS. (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO SWEET.  (((:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm suddenly reminded why I love literature so much. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighttyys, i'm gonna do this tiny little quiz before i continue with my SHM tys. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;7 Random Facts About Me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm currently in love with Darcy&lt;br /&gt;2. ehh. I still love Hotspur though. (: cause he's still as Hot as Spur.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm scartching my mosquitoe bites&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm cursing the mosquitoe who bit me. (lols. how would you like it if someone ran up to you and sucked your blood without your permission? just ask la. so rude.)&lt;br /&gt;5. I feel like sleeping&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm hungry. ):&lt;br /&gt;7. I wish someone would give me a sunflower now. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;7 Things that scare me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. losing my faith&lt;br /&gt;2. retaining&lt;br /&gt;3. not completing my hw&lt;br /&gt;4. getting caught by the discipline committee.&lt;br /&gt;5. disappointing my mummy, teachers and myself&lt;br /&gt;6. the dark&lt;br /&gt;7. him calling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;7 Random music at the moment&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. everytime we touch&lt;br /&gt;2. only heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;3. over the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;4. one, two, three, four, five, once i caught a fish alive&lt;br /&gt;5. que sera sera&lt;br /&gt;6. majulah singapura&lt;br /&gt;7. itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;7 People i like the most (ehh. i cheat a bit can. haha make it 7 groups of people la.)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. THE FATHER, THE SON AND THE HOLY SPIRIT&lt;br /&gt;2. my family&lt;br /&gt;3. ROXIE&lt;br /&gt;4. the two angels + smiles (:&lt;br /&gt;5. all my friends who ever crossed my path&lt;br /&gt;6. all my relatives&lt;br /&gt;7. all the teachers who i'm ever so thankful and grateful to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;7 things i say the most&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;2. oh my gosh!&lt;br /&gt;3. YUMMY! I CAN SEE YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;4. huhh&lt;br /&gt;5. i wanna sleeeeeepppppppppp&lt;br /&gt;6. i'm hungryyy ):&lt;br /&gt;7. wanna pon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;7 people i wanna see do this&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. shok!&lt;br /&gt;2. becky!&lt;br /&gt;3. min hui!&lt;br /&gt;4. shuuji tone!&lt;br /&gt;5. triton!&lt;br /&gt;6. clara!&lt;br /&gt;7. yummy! hahahahha. YOU MUST DO IT OK? (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, why seven?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-115666053421923163?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/115666053421923163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=115666053421923163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/115666053421923163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/115666053421923163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2006/08/ayye-why-does-sunday-afternoon-always.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-115657451244610487</id><published>2006-08-26T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T14:52:16.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chen xiuqi made me think of chillie crabs and garlic bread yesterday night and i went to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;without satisfying my cravings. so in the end, i dreamt of something funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt that i was some old auntie at the coffe shop beside Dunman Food Court buying chicken&lt;br /&gt;rice. then i was telling the chicken rice auntie that her chillie tasted really good and the chicken&lt;br /&gt;rice auntie was like, "of course la! i cooked it with lo bo tang(carrot soup)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehh, so anyone wanna buy me a plate of chicken rice? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahh. staying home today to complete the lit project. i'm so so so so so sick of jane austen. irritating leaaa. be an author for what. write pride and prejudice for what. commented that it is "light, bright and sparkling" for what. BAH. cause to all my pain and troubles. ))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anywayy, i shall get back to my work.. and a little e-shopping! HAH. i really really want the&lt;br /&gt;Guess luggage. GOSH. so pretty cann. i think it's pretty cheap too. if i'm not wrong it's abt US$98. a little bit auntie laa. but, it has a nice kinda aura around it. so yepps. certainly a good buy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Somebody once told me,&lt;br /&gt;if you want something very badly,&lt;br /&gt;and if you believe in it long enough,&lt;br /&gt;you will receive it eventually,&lt;br /&gt;by the grace of God."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;just so you would know, i've been waiting for you all these while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/17340154-115657451244610487?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/115657451244610487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=115657451244610487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/115657451244610487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/115657451244610487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2006/08/chen-xiuqi-made-me-think-of-chillie.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-115642510075544915</id><published>2006-08-24T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T21:11:40.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>24th august 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's all i have to say, really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-115642510075544915?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/115642510075544915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=115642510075544915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/115642510075544915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/115642510075544915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2006/08/24th-august-2006.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-115609133596481169</id><published>2006-08-21T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T00:28:55.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bahh. i know i shld be sleeping or studying but i just can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been looking through my testimonials on friendster and.. andd. annnddddd. it really overwhelmed me with emotions. it's like me going through life all over again. every testimonial represented a certain moment in my life and i felt like i'm reading my own autobiography. my life story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, this just shows one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't write stuff you don't mean in your testis to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bullshit like "friends forever" and "love you always" and such shld just be kept to normal daily random convos. you know why? because ten years from now, your friend then would look back and say, "gosh. what a liar." and i'm sure you wouldn't wanna be remembered as one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not saying i don't believe in everlasting friendship and love. by all means, go love thy neighbour and tell him that you'll love him for the next hundred years or so, till the day the sky drops down and the ocean doesn't touch the shore and yada-yada, baa baa black sheep, twinkle twinkle little star. just make sure the next time you decide to be all sentimental and stuff, ensure you mean and do what you really say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i still do. do you?&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/17340154-115609133596481169?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/115609133596481169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=115609133596481169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/115609133596481169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/115609133596481169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2006/08/bahh.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340154.post-115601077783600689</id><published>2006-08-20T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T02:06:17.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>can someone please explain the concept of knowing friends through friendster please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really don't grasp it and feel super duper uncomfortable when some stranger just adds you but yeah okay.. it's friendster.com after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, THIS WEEKEND HAS BEEN GREAT. (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday was out with my auntie pau! hahahaha goshhh. went crazy shopping but. i'm still too fat to buy anything. JUST 5 MORE WEEKS DEAR PEEPS. BEAR WITH ME. (: but yeah. am kinda happy with the non-carbs diet results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studies aside this weekend. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay today's a lazy day. bummed ard. did gravitation (had to. just to make sure i cld ask mr lin some questions on mon) and went to celebrate my grandpa's birthday! gosh, i totally love my cousins. it has been suchaaa long time since all of us managed to dine together. just wanna let you guys know that you totally made my day(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then met my berries later after that! just sat and talked at Starbucks at Siglap. i think Siglap's starting to be the place where i hang out in my free time. but oh wells. it's a hip place. go there instead of clubbing alright. i think everyone shld lead a healthy lifestyle. yepps. i love my berries(: life just wldn't be the same without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeppps. and now i'm back home, on my bed. i'm soooo tired. guess i'll just have to wake up early tmr to do shm and circular motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i totally have no idea what i had written. just too tired to use my brain or scroll up to see. so whoops. if i happen to spill any of my deepest darkest secrets here then good for you. just read it and trash it to the back of your brain. wldn't do you any good anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anddd. i wanna watch a movie. will someone bring me to the movies soon? i'm totally deprieved. deprieved of a life. how ironic. just when i told jeremy to get a life. LOL. nah actually, not him individually. but, to all guys out there. yeahh. came to a conclusion. guys are the ultimate reason to all problems.my problems. so just give me a break. break break break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just a precaution for all my dearest friends out there, i'll be terrible moody and depressed and shitty and irritated and pissed off four days from now. yeps. this coming thursday. 24th august. you know. it even pains me so just typing that particular date out. so i shall call it S-day. yupp. so please, just leave me alone on that day. and if i happen to offend you or hurt you or act weirdly like a poser-emo-kid on that day, please do forgive me. i don't mean to cry, to sulk, to shout or to laugh like a mad woman on S-day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh bahh. i shld just end here. y'know why. cause if i don't, this bloody entry wld just end in tears and hatred and sadness and anger. and i guess you all wldn't like to see tt side of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340154-115601077783600689?l=strawie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/feeds/115601077783600689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340154&amp;postID=115601077783600689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/115601077783600689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340154/posts/default/115601077783600689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawie.blogspot.com/2006/08/can-someone-please-explain-concept-of.html' title=''/><author><name>berrylicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501869061200124921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
