<?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-2549947198604969279</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:33:44.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Happy Girl</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021071963873833727</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>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549947198604969279.post-9140653615132841878</id><published>2008-07-19T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T05:22:53.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>feel better</title><content type='html'>i take back my words. i know that she still loves me because she made breakfast that day and even tried to get the bed bugs away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't she see......................... i'm not saying rubbish because i want attention or anything........... i just passing on the message............ sighs...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549947198604969279-9140653615132841878?l=littlehappygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9140653615132841878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549947198604969279&amp;postID=9140653615132841878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/9140653615132841878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/9140653615132841878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/feel-better.html' title='feel better'/><author><name>Shermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021071963873833727</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-2549947198604969279.post-3134572731428329737</id><published>2008-07-19T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T05:20:30.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tears</title><content type='html'>i'm actually crying openly now, in the hall. the whole family is here, but i feel so empty in this house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i want to do is just for us to be safe... and i'm not talking nonsense or rubbish. i've been told as crazy and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my prayers are coming true isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;in the past, i keep praying to God.. please, please God, please let wenlin be happy. please stop her mother from scolding her and if i have to trade, i'd do anything to make her happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now whatever i do, i am shit.&lt;br /&gt;he said ' why tomorrow'&lt;br /&gt;she said ' cos ur sister so busy a lot of activities'&lt;br /&gt;and i said ' but i am free nxt week '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she screamed at the top of her voice going on and on and onnnnnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i always get blamed, even when i just want to sleep.... the music is so loud, i ask you to put it softer, you can't fucking it put it softer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate my life really. i hate struggling to stay strong to smile to laugh to pretend everything's okay but i am crying and nobody sees it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cry in front of my friends but  nobody noticed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cry in front of my family but they dont notice it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so tired, that sometimes,  ireally wish God,&lt;br /&gt;you can take my life away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549947198604969279-3134572731428329737?l=littlehappygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3134572731428329737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549947198604969279&amp;postID=3134572731428329737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/3134572731428329737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/3134572731428329737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/tears.html' title='tears'/><author><name>Shermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021071963873833727</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-2549947198604969279.post-5525483886639819503</id><published>2008-01-01T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T00:36:06.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One More New Year Resolution</title><content type='html'>I've got something to add to my New Year Resolution,&lt;br /&gt;and that is to BAKE CHEESECAKE WITH CLEM AFTER HIS A'LEVELS~!~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahaha, I sound like old fish wives.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so happy right now, perhaps I got bipolar disorder!!&lt;br /&gt;Good gracious, hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549947198604969279-5525483886639819503?l=littlehappygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5525483886639819503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549947198604969279&amp;postID=5525483886639819503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/5525483886639819503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/5525483886639819503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/2008/01/one-more-new-year-resolution.html' title='One More New Year Resolution'/><author><name>Shermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021071963873833727</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-2549947198604969279.post-4495802924846461636</id><published>2007-12-30T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T05:49:58.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolution</title><content type='html'>Finally I decided to 'update' this blog; been way too busy to go into little details of this little life-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, holidays are just playing and working.. lots of fun stuff happening at first but then it got even more boring later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learned a lot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Now its time to round off year 2007!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year was like a roller coaster ride, many ups and downs, many struggles and hold-ons.&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite glad to be here today, somewhat somehow.. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met loads and loads of new people, from Confi`, from a little here and a little there..&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still glad that there's still this intact friendship with my primary school friends :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got closer to my church partner EVIL ELIZARD.. met funny people like Wayne and philosophical people like Matthew and friendly people like Nicole and so much more...&lt;br /&gt;I think its nice, because Stefano waved at me on Christmas Day when I'd thought he'd just forget all about camp or something, :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This journey.. of identity, of finding out who we are and what we should do in future.. is really quite difficult. Sometimes I get caught off-guard, sometimes this problems and burdens just drop on me 'just-like-that' and its so hard to keep oneself on her feet.. yet, we are who we are. And we should accept who we really are and what we've become... and we should accept the way others are too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I wish I'd have the courage to write the statement here Joyce Ng, about the nosehole thingy.. but nay, I can never do that, :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so here I am. Just a girl, and I think many people have forgotten that, just like how easy it is to forget my birthday, and I guess maybe sometimes it doesnt matter much if I was present or not, if I was born or not, if I was here or not. Whatever it is, I'm just here to do my duty and to fulfil my mission of living every other day.. yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, New Year's Resolution. It won't be too dreamy like 'world peace' or 'happiness for all my family and friends' because what is happiness when you have never known sadness ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Play the guitar&lt;br /&gt;2. Have a concert with _________________.&lt;br /&gt;3. Extremely good results&lt;br /&gt;4. Eating healthy&lt;br /&gt;5. Grow one more CM... oh please T_T~!&lt;br /&gt;6. To have self-control&lt;br /&gt;7. Put on 6 more kg (strange as it is, i've lost a lot of weight and may be in the 'underweight' section).&lt;br /&gt;8.         &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No me ames; pues te haré sufrir con este&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;9. (towards End Of Year..) Work two jobs, maximum 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10th.      ___________________________________________.!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549947198604969279-4495802924846461636?l=littlehappygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4495802924846461636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549947198604969279&amp;postID=4495802924846461636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/4495802924846461636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/4495802924846461636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-years-resolution.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolution'/><author><name>Shermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021071963873833727</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-2549947198604969279.post-4202190992694796975</id><published>2007-12-13T08:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T08:13:09.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the ROCKSTARS!</title><content type='html'>JOYCE NG THANKS FOR THE INTRODUCTION AND CHATS.&lt;br /&gt;CHEK YI KAI THANKS FOR MAKING YOUR WAY DOWN HERE&lt;br /&gt;CHIA YI YANG THANKS FOR MAKING YOUR WAY DOWN HERE&lt;br /&gt;jh thanks for coming LOL.&lt;br /&gt;wen lin ah.. always late one, lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay good night,&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow is the day!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549947198604969279-4202190992694796975?l=littlehappygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4202190992694796975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549947198604969279&amp;postID=4202190992694796975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/4202190992694796975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/4202190992694796975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/rockstars.html' title='the ROCKSTARS!'/><author><name>Shermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021071963873833727</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-2549947198604969279.post-7365140904184418201</id><published>2007-12-06T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T06:20:19.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>restless days</title><content type='html'>Everything is happening so quickly, I can hardly catch my breath this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; ~ Time ~ +&lt;br /&gt;Time is too slow for those who wait;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Too swift for those who fear; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Too long for those who grief; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Too short for those who rejoice; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But for those who love... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time is Eternity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, there should be an end-of-year post coming up soon....... *reminder to joyce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549947198604969279-7365140904184418201?l=littlehappygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7365140904184418201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549947198604969279&amp;postID=7365140904184418201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/7365140904184418201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/7365140904184418201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/restless-days.html' title='restless days'/><author><name>Shermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021071963873833727</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-2549947198604969279.post-7340644090862702079</id><published>2007-12-05T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T08:21:14.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Supper</title><content type='html'>this post should be done long ago but i've became very very lazy during holidays. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 390px; height: 292px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/DSC03644.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on daddy's birthday we went to swensens@orchard for supper.. actually wanted to buy a cookies n' creme ice-cream cake but it was all sold out ! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;warning: the following picture may cause your hormones to rage and thirst for more XP.&lt;br /&gt;(do not think dirty.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 476px; height: 356px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/DSC03663.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered sourdoughs, as usual. Basically i think swensens' sandwich a.k.a burger/bread is the best bah, but coffee conniseur win them in gallery food. being a food designer must be easy money... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 521px; height: 390px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/DSC03672.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an example of food that has been designed. notice the crowns? it has tic-tac-toe shapes on it.. usually an empty-headed person like me will nvr think of such things, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 557px; height: 417px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/DSC03678.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now my brother over here is a little too sleepy at 11pm... a little unusual! :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 478px; height: 358px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/DSC03679.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Whites! :D whole family is wearing white on that day, i only noticed it now.. haha. anyway orchard looks really really really really bright @ night, like many many STARS on the streets.. it just makes you wish that 'there are more people right where you are'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the birthday boy. oops, i mean birthday man. oops, i mean birthday papah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 493px; height: 369px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/DSC03687.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh look, BANANAS! and two at that. i remember papah used to tell me about his story when he was young, his mother gave him one hardboiled egg to eat. it was a, custom or sth. anyway, you earn more than an egg now! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say goodbye to egg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://thmg.photobucket.com/albums/v672/best_ball/th_pic01961.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549947198604969279-7340644090862702079?l=littlehappygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7340644090862702079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549947198604969279&amp;postID=7340644090862702079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/7340644090862702079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/7340644090862702079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/birthday-supper.html' title='Birthday Supper'/><author><name>Shermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021071963873833727</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-2549947198604969279.post-6094964409762011587</id><published>2007-11-29T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T01:05:28.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>After a week of indecisiveness, I've finally sort out on what to blog about.. but first things first,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY DEAREST FATHER! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 418px; height: 313px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/BOTANICGARDENS075.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know I haven't been a good girl and have made you worry occasionally, and since young you wanted me to tell you that I Love You, but I don't know why it's so difficult to put it down in words, but you know I do, right? I love you as much as I love mummy too, and I hope as I grow older, I'd get your wit and wisedom, though there are times I think you are too lazy... and I take after you on that, hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought that you are very funny, just like Mr Bean, your favourite TV character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogdecine.com/images/2006/11/mr_bean.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now, the last week was an ordeal for me to go through..&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, my parents were off to Melbourne for their 'honeymoon', hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;So it was kind of hard to decide on what to eat, where to go, what to do, etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made it harder was that Wen Jie wasn't around to help, T_T. Wen Lin, Hong Quan and Wen Jie went for their Taiwan trip, so it kinda made me felt very bored at home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, Yvonne and Yi Kai was here to save the day ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 370px; height: 277px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/DSC01448.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has finally mastered the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; CHEEKY SMILE&lt;/span&gt;.. congratulations my dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I invited them over to bake pizza.. which required a lot of time, money, effort..&lt;br /&gt;But what made it worth it was having fun with two close friends, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, we ended up messing around and threw flour at each other instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 456px; height: 342px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/DSC01440-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all had white hair.... it looked great on yvonne since she looked cheeky, and the flour suits the description of an "Old, cheeky woman".&lt;br /&gt;Yi Kai was even funnier, we lied to her that there was no flour on the hair when there actually is!! Haha, and then she was gloating saying 'haha, my hair don't have'.. now you finally understand why yvonne and I kept laughing right, yi kai? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was so angry with them,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I KILLED THEM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BELOW PICTURE SHOWS THEIR ASHES ON THE FLOOR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 394px; height: 295px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/DSC01441.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding &gt;_&lt;'. hahahaha.    &lt;img style="width: 430px; height: 322px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/DSC01442.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yi Kai's pizza ! (: You can clearly see a hotdog STICKING OUT.. please don't think dirty, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway she was overjoyed when talking about hotdogs, juicy juicy cheesy hotdogs.. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 423px; height: 317px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/DSC01443.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne's not-yet-cooked pizza, (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 475px; height: 356px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/DSC01445-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D I couldn't make the dough heart-shaped, it was too difficult.. so thanks to Yvonne and Yi Kai, the ham was heart-shaped instead! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Love makes the world go round, that's for sure.. but some people have another saying that goes&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love doesn't make the world go round. Love is what makes the ride worthwhile&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;All this chimology, I don't understand T_T!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, a great thanks to both of you who made my day ! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 353px; height: 265px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/DSC01451.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the continuation of the week's torture..&lt;br /&gt;on friday I went to this piano ensemble with some good pals, like Joyce Ng, Wei Quan, Gam, Kang Ming and his friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 438px; height: 329px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/DSC01454.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its one of my first time going to such a concert! I always thought it cool whenever George tells me about the arts, poetry and plays, he says that they have a lot of those back in London and other countries.. well, it is quite rare in Singapore isn't it? Maybe its because many people don't appreciate art, and they wouldn't understand the effort taken by those artists to work on a piece, or singers to sing opera, because its just so hard........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try singing opera, how can one make his/her voice so sharp?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/DSC01459.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is Josline, i don't know her well but she've been very nice to me everytime I meet her. :D&lt;br /&gt;don't procrastinate piano, Nicole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my brother, being the host of the concert as well as one of the singers there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/DSC01458.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really played his cards well, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right.. so after that we went home and Joyce started telling the funny penguin joke, and soon they were joking about jokes, haha! Then we went to Mcdonalds and sat awhile before going home....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, I decided to cook up Spaghetti!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/DSC01464.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God must have given me this temporary gift to cook up such a delicious meal.. the spaghetti did not taste bland, the sauce was not too thick or thin, and I bought cheesy hotdogs to add in as well. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very good, very good!! of course.. mummy's one is better lah, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and I forgot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back home mummy and daddy! :D&lt;br /&gt;and Welcome back To Singapore too, those Taiwan people! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/DSC01466.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*note: if you guys are ever going to any part of Australia/America, remember to buy DOUGHNUTS..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially Lemon Doughnuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Men have certain needs, women have different needs;&lt;br /&gt;that's the way it was hundreds of years ago,&lt;br /&gt;and that's the way it's going to be hundreds of years from now.&lt;br /&gt;If you both realize that, and you both work on meeting each other's needs,&lt;br /&gt;you'll have a good marriage. And part of that,&lt;br /&gt;for both of you, is trust.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, it's that simple.&lt;br /&gt;If you think it's tough now, wait until then.&lt;br /&gt;Just when you think it can't get any worse, it can.&lt;br /&gt;And just when you think it can't get any better, it will.&lt;br /&gt;But as long as you remember that he loves you and you love him-&lt;br /&gt;and both of you remember to act that way-&lt;br /&gt;you'll just be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549947198604969279-6094964409762011587?l=littlehappygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6094964409762011587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549947198604969279&amp;postID=6094964409762011587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/6094964409762011587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/6094964409762011587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-birthday_29.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Shermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021071963873833727</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-2549947198604969279.post-3307432210053625430</id><published>2007-11-23T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T11:16:30.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fine with it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;very very low esteem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549947198604969279-3307432210053625430?l=littlehappygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3307432210053625430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549947198604969279&amp;postID=3307432210053625430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/3307432210053625430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/3307432210053625430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/fine-with-it.html' title='fine with it'/><author><name>Shermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021071963873833727</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-2549947198604969279.post-1614131851580119070</id><published>2007-11-23T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T11:01:29.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAMA MIYA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAMA MIA~ MAMA MIA~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you make housework chore seem fun?&lt;br /&gt;I dance with the pole(pole dance!) while hanging clothes,&lt;br /&gt;I sing and dance while sweeping and mopping floor,&lt;br /&gt;that's how? T_T&lt;br /&gt;well its tiring anyway, really, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;of course.. make sure that neighbours aren't looking and your tenants aren't at home, X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Enchanted with&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Joyce Tan and Xiu Yi&lt;/span&gt; today, woohoo~!&lt;br /&gt;The show's quite cute, especially with the love songs and everything, but I'd prefer Phantom of the Opera because the vocals is waaaaaay better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing Amy Adams song (from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enchanted&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/9O6hEPP3LD/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/9O6hEPP3LD/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can get the lyrics &lt;a href="http://www.stlyrics.com/lyrics/enchanted/thatshowyouknow.htm"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooooh, how nice it would be to live in a fairytale!&lt;br /&gt;but things won't exactly work out in reality...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note: Poor Daryl, having insomnia, entertain him people! :) &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(must be miss THEM too much, HAHA!)&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/2549947198604969279-1614131851580119070?l=littlehappygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1614131851580119070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549947198604969279&amp;postID=1614131851580119070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/1614131851580119070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/1614131851580119070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/mama-miya.html' title='MAMA MIYA!'/><author><name>Shermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021071963873833727</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-2549947198604969279.post-7898704160422364629</id><published>2007-11-20T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T04:47:01.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wth!</title><content type='html'>whatever disease is this, i don't know why i've become so....... indecisive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to eat, where to go, what time to sleep, what to do.&lt;br /&gt;it makes me feel very very empty :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm taking 10 minutes to write the above sentence, because i don't know what to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i've started missing them already.&lt;br /&gt;hello, nag at me please?&lt;br /&gt;so quiet....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549947198604969279-7898704160422364629?l=littlehappygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7898704160422364629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549947198604969279&amp;postID=7898704160422364629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/7898704160422364629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/7898704160422364629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/wth.html' title='wth!'/><author><name>Shermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021071963873833727</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-2549947198604969279.post-582698300558505466</id><published>2007-11-18T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T08:08:56.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>go out day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm hungry for hotdogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long time never go out with mummy, she and papa is&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; racist&lt;/span&gt; one -.-&lt;br /&gt;so many people &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;racist&lt;/span&gt;, :I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 467px; height: 350px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/DSC03055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innocent face................................................. :I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to Far East Plaza to visit korkor who is working there at ramen 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/korkor-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha i find this photo very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya, as i was saying we ate ramen 10....... decided to choose one spicy ramen, so as to train myself and get used to the spicy taste..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ordered Chocolate Freeze even though I dont like chocolate :I. why?&lt;br /&gt;1. because the ramen is spicy so need cold drink .&lt;br /&gt;2. because i don't like chocolate so must try to like chocolate if not .. i think i'm the only one in the world who dont like chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 169px; height: 126px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/DSC03049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH before putting in the mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't have photo after that cos i was shivering away... T_T&lt;br /&gt;soooooooo sweet. the chocolate was very thick, ahahah. maybe chocolate lovers would love it, this drink only cost $4.50!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 519px; height: 690px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/DSC03047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so give my mummy drink lor, see she so happy already. ha hahahahhaa. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then after tt the ramen COME..&lt;br /&gt;repeat after me, COME COME COME COME COME COME COME.. lol =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm. photo here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/DSC03056.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the heck! spicy until kisiao liao. ok , donno why i'm talking like Wayne, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;but the chilli................................ *faints*. gave mummy my chilli, she eat until cry, wahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;but shiok, whole lips turn red, its an alternative for lipstick if you girls want to save money and not buy any lipstick...&lt;br /&gt;anyway the chilli burns the throat, helps to clear your mucus and makes you cry if you haven't cry for a very long time and want to test if you still can cry or not. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/DSC03050.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prawn Mayonnaise! DAMN nice, really. I don't really like prawns too but eat this is heavenly... mmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 462px; height: 346px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/DSC03057.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what this is? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOFU. TOFU TOFU TOFU.&lt;br /&gt;SOFT AND TENDER INSIDE..&lt;br /&gt;yummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sad, no, it's not stinky tofu, *looks at Yvonne sadly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. right. in the end only ate 3/4 of the ramen be cause too spicy, can die one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i still quite shock tt Daryl is watching Bleach!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 Reasons Why Daryl watch Bleach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;1. He regret playing basketball too much and wants to turn white again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;2. His school uniform has turned black and needs bleach to wash it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;3. Wash shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;4. Wash Da Wei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;5. He too black liao, HAHAH :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. very happy!! i got hat liao........ yay! :D&lt;br /&gt;and very very happy!! i got sunglasses liao........ yay! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now nobody will recognise me when i sing x'mas carols on the street, wahahahhahaahahahahahahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES X'MAS IS COMING PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YOU BETTER WATCH OUT,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YOU BETTER NOT CRY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BETTER NOT POUT COS I'M TELLING YOU WHY.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Santa Claus is coming to town !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall end of with yi kai's favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://th178.photobucket.com/albums/w256/dashound2007/th_dachundmustard.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hotdog:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549947198604969279-582698300558505466?l=littlehappygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/582698300558505466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549947198604969279&amp;postID=582698300558505466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/582698300558505466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/582698300558505466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/go-out-day.html' title='go out day'/><author><name>Shermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021071963873833727</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-2549947198604969279.post-7440120596792746888</id><published>2007-11-17T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T06:07:41.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Happy Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i0006.photobucket.com/albums/0006/pbhomepage/icons/lovebegets.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE BEGETS LOVE.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESPECT BEGETS RESPECT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quoted from John Lim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,&lt;br /&gt;this is a happy post, so while reading it you must be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, did you know that you can't use your tongue to touch all your teeth?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Second, I am sure you have just tried doing that! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or maybe not, some of you are smarties while others got tricked before, haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Third, you are smiling to yourself!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, number 1 is False!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Fifth, thank you for reading!&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored, ask me out ! Thank You! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549947198604969279-7440120596792746888?l=littlehappygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7440120596792746888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549947198604969279&amp;postID=7440120596792746888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/7440120596792746888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/7440120596792746888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-post.html' title='A Happy Post'/><author><name>Shermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021071963873833727</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://i0006.photobucket.com/albums/0006/pbhomepage/icons/th_lovebegets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549947198604969279.post-3383575789080224684</id><published>2007-11-16T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T10:34:34.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>month of advent</title><content type='html'>its 8 days more to the month of advent,&lt;br /&gt;but i'm already in Christmas mood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One month 8 Days more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to Christmas!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woo.. my all time favourite song, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Last Christmas&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="gen"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Last Christmas&lt;br /&gt;I gave you my heart&lt;br /&gt;But the very next day, you gave it away&lt;br /&gt;This year&lt;br /&gt;To save me from tears&lt;br /&gt;I'll give it to someone &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;special  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Once bitten and twice shy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I keep my distance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you still &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;catch my eye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me baby&lt;br /&gt;Do you recognize me?&lt;br /&gt;Well&lt;br /&gt;It's been a year&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't surprise me&lt;br /&gt;(whispered) Merry Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;I wrapped it up and sent it&lt;br /&gt;With a note saying "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;and meant it&lt;br /&gt;Now I know what a fool I've been&lt;br /&gt;But if you &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kiss&lt;/span&gt;ed me now&lt;br /&gt;I know you'd fool me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crowded room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Friends with tired eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm hiding from you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And your soul of ice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my I thought you were&lt;br /&gt;Someone to rely on&lt;br /&gt;Me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; I guess I was a shoulder to cry on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend to discover with a fire in her heart&lt;br /&gt;A girl under cover but you&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; tore me apart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tore me apart, ooo-ooo&lt;br /&gt;Now I've found a real love you'll never fool me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend to discover with a fire in her heart&lt;br /&gt;A girl under cover but you tore me apart&lt;br /&gt;[Spoken] Maybe next year,&lt;br /&gt;I'll give it to someone&lt;br /&gt;I'll give it to someone &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Primary Four I never had a good December, T_T.....&lt;br /&gt;But Lord, I will continue to hope, to trust and to persevere..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know Santa Claus was actually derived from a Samaritan[Saint]?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know his real name, forgot . =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Christmas comes, it means 7 days to School reopen.......................&lt;br /&gt;sian..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549947198604969279-3383575789080224684?l=littlehappygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3383575789080224684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549947198604969279&amp;postID=3383575789080224684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/3383575789080224684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/3383575789080224684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/month-of-advent.html' title='month of advent'/><author><name>Shermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021071963873833727</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-2549947198604969279.post-763085804323181975</id><published>2007-11-14T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T07:09:22.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Despite being despise</title><content type='html'>I'm a driver and I went the wrong way... I've got no hands and I drive with my legs. I'm blindfolded and I am hitting people that I don't know. Help me put on my seatbelt, take the steering wheel, show me where to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I want to U-Turn so badly and I don't know how to drive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549947198604969279-763085804323181975?l=littlehappygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/763085804323181975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549947198604969279&amp;postID=763085804323181975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/763085804323181975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/763085804323181975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/despite-being-despise.html' title='Despite being despise'/><author><name>Shermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021071963873833727</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-2549947198604969279.post-5872308692914490273</id><published>2007-11-12T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T21:11:59.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horoscope</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="Table1" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="600"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="height: 16px;" colspan="3" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;img src="http://www.teenage.com.sg/Teenage.Display/images/trans.gif" border="0" height="8" /&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td class="formfield" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0__ctl0_lblSign" style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(151, 9, 9);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pisces  (February 20- March 20)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.teenage.com.sg/Teenage.Display/images/trans.gif" border="0" /&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="width: 132px;" rowspan="2" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img id="_ctl0__ctl0_ImgZodic" src="http://www.teenage.com.sg/Teenage.Display/images/content/horoscope/Pisces-big.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="width: 414px;" colspan="2" valign="top" width="414"&gt;    &lt;p class="horoscope"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Know more about      &lt;span id="_ctl0__ctl0_lblZodicSign"&gt;Pisces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span id="_ctl0__ctl0_lblDescription"&gt;Pisceans adapt emotionally to their environment. Often painfully shy, they are adept at imitating the mannerisms of other people in order to hide their own personalities. A Piscean can too easily become a victim by identifying with the personality and problems of other people, because this severely restricts the development of their own personality and talent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="horoscope"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daily Overview for      &lt;span id="_ctl0__ctl0_lblTodayDate"&gt;13.11.2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span id="_ctl0__ctl0_lblHoroscope"&gt;Every once in a while (like today), you get a sudden warm feeling about your life. It's like the universe is giving you a reassuring hug right now, reminding you that you are special. Take this feeling for the gift it is, and don't shrug it off. A family member needs you to be at your best, and unless you truly understand that you are in the right place in your life, you won't be able to give them the attention they need. Helping them will create great happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="Table1" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="600"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="formfield" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0__ctl0_lblSign" style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(151, 9, 9);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aquarius (January 21 - February 19)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.teenage.com.sg/Teenage.Display/images/trans.gif" border="0" /&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="width: 132px;" rowspan="2" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img id="_ctl0__ctl0_ImgZodic" src="http://www.teenage.com.sg/Teenage.Display/images/content/horoscope/Aquarius-big.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="width: 414px;" colspan="2" valign="top" width="414"&gt;    &lt;p class="horoscope"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Know more about      &lt;span id="_ctl0__ctl0_lblZodicSign"&gt;Aquarius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span id="_ctl0__ctl0_lblDescription"&gt;Aquarians are born looking for ideologies to which they can stubbornly cling. They refuse to budge whenever an issue involves what they believe to be a matter of principle. As in the case of the Aquarian Abraham Lincoln, society greatly benefits when these principles are noble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="horoscope"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daily Overview for      &lt;span id="_ctl0__ctl0_lblTodayDate"&gt;13.11.2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span id="_ctl0__ctl0_lblHoroscope"&gt;Dive headfirst into this day, because you will have all the energy you need to stay focused and disciplined. You'll know answers to questions that haven't even been asked yet. It's a great day to prepare a big presentation or get in some solid studying, although you should still be sure to squeeze in some fun stuff. Physical activity is highly recommended, as it will build on that energy and give you a great sense of doing some good for your body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.teenage.com.sg/Teenage.Display/images/trans.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from &lt;a href="http://www.teenage.com.sg"&gt;TEENAGE website&lt;/a&gt;, (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549947198604969279-5872308692914490273?l=littlehappygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5872308692914490273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549947198604969279&amp;postID=5872308692914490273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/5872308692914490273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/5872308692914490273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/horoscope.html' title='Horoscope'/><author><name>Shermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021071963873833727</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-2549947198604969279.post-3600104805365622174</id><published>2007-11-12T09:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T09:59:09.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:O</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling all "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;poetry&lt;/span&gt;" right now, thanks to yi kai yeah? (:&lt;br /&gt;and one of the necklaces I had with a star tt was carved "love will find its way' when buying with wenlin like, two years ago or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just did a search on Google, and there wasnt any poetry that had this title on,&lt;br /&gt;so..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love will find its way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's okay-&lt;br /&gt;Love will find its way.&lt;br /&gt;And when it does, will love stay?&lt;br /&gt;Because love is no child's play-&lt;br /&gt;And not what they thrust upon&lt;br /&gt;The name of 'Puppy love'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's alright-&lt;br /&gt;Love will put up a fight.&lt;br /&gt;And when it does, will the two take delight?&lt;br /&gt;Because love is not for you to take flight&lt;br /&gt;The groom takes the hands of the beautiful bride&lt;br /&gt;In a ceremony they thrust upon&lt;br /&gt;what they call 'Marriage'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's done-&lt;br /&gt;Love is not caused by none.&lt;br /&gt;And if it is, the preachers will take guns&lt;br /&gt;Because love is not one or two to have fun&lt;br /&gt;The world takes love into their own hands&lt;br /&gt;In a symbol they thrust upon&lt;br /&gt;the sign of peace called "Dove".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's lost-&lt;br /&gt;Love still prevails in the world of false&lt;br /&gt;And if it doesn't, the people will exhaust&lt;br /&gt;Because love is a direction for the lost&lt;br /&gt;The people find love anywhere- in paints or draws&lt;br /&gt;In directions people would seek upon&lt;br /&gt;And allow them to "U-TURN" when wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's here;&lt;br /&gt;Love is in each and everyone of you-&lt;br /&gt;From snobbish politicians to ignorant fools.&lt;br /&gt;Because love is the heart of a carpenter's tool&lt;br /&gt;Shaped to be made and made to be shaped.&lt;br /&gt;The carpenters find love in their soles-&lt;br /&gt;The shoes they made for people to follow&lt;br /&gt;People who move too fast, or walk too slow&lt;br /&gt;It's love that made those legs long ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gone;&lt;br /&gt;Love has slowly slipped away-&lt;br /&gt;This left the world to crumble in disarray&lt;br /&gt;Shakespeare and Sylvia could not exactly say&lt;br /&gt;The love that caused the skies to be gray&lt;br /&gt;Chopin and Beethoven could not exactly play&lt;br /&gt;The love that blooms in the month of May&lt;br /&gt;Rowling and Sparks could not exactly write&lt;br /&gt;The love that grow in everyone inside&lt;br /&gt;Neither me nor I can type&lt;br /&gt;The love you already had tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love will find its way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i can't find an ending to it, the last paragraph was totally weird because i was thinking of Sylvia Plath, wondering why she would still write a novel even though she had a depression which relate so closely to her life and yet Plath's closed ones never found out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just keeps me wondering, how many more of such accounts are there right now in the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe, negligence is really touchy in the subject of depression, just like what she wrote in her novel "The Bell Jar", that her psychiatrist just gave her an 'electrishock' and not , help her in any way at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many people wants to be a psychologist now because they earn big bucks!&lt;br /&gt;please do your job, have compassion and save the earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if only psychiatrists could psycho the people's mind&lt;br /&gt;to stop chopping down trees but listen to Chopin' instead&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't the world be better compared to the Cranberries going "IN YOUR HEAD"..&lt;br /&gt;if only psychologists could psycho the people's mind&lt;br /&gt;to stop burning and using plastic and do fasting instead&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't the world be richer compared to Bill Gates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549947198604969279-3600104805365622174?l=littlehappygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3600104805365622174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549947198604969279&amp;postID=3600104805365622174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/3600104805365622174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/3600104805365622174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/o.html' title=':O'/><author><name>Shermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021071963873833727</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-2549947198604969279.post-7519191760640188531</id><published>2007-11-12T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T09:03:37.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i just have to tell the whole world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rI1TFuWN9vs/RziD_uc_B9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAnQIaeXn0k/s1600-h/DSC00002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rI1TFuWN9vs/RziD_uc_B9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAnQIaeXn0k/s320/DSC00002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131996906213279698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just look at me! i'm tall, and there's not much of a height difference, admit it, admit it ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i don't know why but I AM kinda sad that it's the last cat class together.. just when EVERYONE is starting to know each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda surprising that Wayne sent me a message asking&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you never go cat class ah&lt;/span&gt;" when I was late for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that, oh, camp over, everyone will not really bother to talk liao la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, in the class I saw all the facilitators again !&lt;br /&gt;Roslyn and Vanessa DAMN evil! I will remember them for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much weight would I gain for that paritcular morning ah?! Horrible sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I ate about 4-5 pieces of mashmellow altogether already.. and so many potato chips and, and ................... okay, :( .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa stuffed mashmellow into my mouth!! Evil elizabeth, why why why didn't you help me abstain from food?! AHHHHHHHHh.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and , and, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;that Alloy seem so lonely&lt;/span&gt; X( !&lt;br /&gt;bleah !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went to amk hub with Elizabeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you need to go on a diet&lt;/span&gt;" directed at someone, from elizabeth, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway amk hub seem so small when shopping with her, donno why ! :S&lt;br /&gt;met up with the rest to buy earrings, and received a message that made me laugh for a minute or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it could be used as a blackmail material! HAHA, elizabeth you got to treat me nice right now !&lt;br /&gt;notice i never said eee-lizard-bird? X) see, i've decided to treat you nice for 7 days! heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sheryl's surprise-BBQ party&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;walked super duper long, must have shed all the weight i've gained from eating the chips and mashmellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, not eating a proper breakfast and not eating lunch made me extremely hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end, i've just weighed myself and i lost 1.5kg!&lt;br /&gt;beat that, liz X) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im gonna pwn you inguitaaaaaaar, i dont care!!&lt;br /&gt;but my thumb grow shui pao le , sian ! X(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what am i suppose to do-&lt;br /&gt;walk or stay&lt;br /&gt;work or play&lt;br /&gt;say, say, say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549947198604969279-7519191760640188531?l=littlehappygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7519191760640188531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549947198604969279&amp;postID=7519191760640188531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/7519191760640188531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/7519191760640188531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-just-have-to-tell-whole-world.html' title='i just have to tell the whole world.'/><author><name>Shermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021071963873833727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rI1TFuWN9vs/RziD_uc_B9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAnQIaeXn0k/s72-c/DSC00002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549947198604969279.post-1049808679922004320</id><published>2007-11-10T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T07:06:34.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rainbow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;♪if rainbows stand alone in the sky, won't stars just roll along it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 596px; height: 355px;" src="http://www.missouriskies.org/rainbow/rainbow_elam_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mister Longhair[oh man , i forgot his name, what's his name eliz?] told us to think about the word that came across our head while reading that bible verse yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"seven" was my word, and it'd be really funny and weird if i repeat "seven" three times so i just kept quiet. X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY EEELIZARDBIRD! "DEAD WILL RISE AGAIN", GOOD LUCK EH?! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with 'seven', i saw a rainbow just before going to project J~! (:&lt;br /&gt;maybe i have to go through seven tests, or be sad for seven days, or just be happy for seven days. who knows eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;red orange yellow green blue indigo violet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its amazing how all these colours can form with just white light and water droplets or something.&lt;br /&gt;nature is amazing !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549947198604969279-1049808679922004320?l=littlehappygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1049808679922004320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549947198604969279&amp;postID=1049808679922004320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/1049808679922004320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/1049808679922004320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/rainbow.html' title='rainbow.'/><author><name>Shermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021071963873833727</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-2549947198604969279.post-6325417880914619256</id><published>2007-11-08T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T03:38:01.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>guitar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Elizabeth Diana Barbara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eee, Lizard Bird Die Neh Blah Blah BRA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! tomorrow's the night, i'm kind of excited, don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;hope louis lee won't get angry with lizard for playing the guitar too lousily, *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's always so fun to suan her, she's so nice to be suan-ed!&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord, amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always putting on a strong front&lt;br /&gt;hello, i still exist you know :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549947198604969279-6325417880914619256?l=littlehappygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6325417880914619256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549947198604969279&amp;postID=6325417880914619256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/6325417880914619256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/6325417880914619256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/guitar.html' title='guitar!'/><author><name>Shermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021071963873833727</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-2549947198604969279.post-6708351809798270681</id><published>2007-11-07T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T07:51:24.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TEN MINUTES!</title><content type='html'>Ten minutes to ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY DEEPAVALI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO ALL YOU INDIANS OUT THERE,&lt;br /&gt;SMILE! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, who says not indian cannot celebrate?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549947198604969279-6708351809798270681?l=littlehappygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6708351809798270681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549947198604969279&amp;postID=6708351809798270681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/6708351809798270681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/6708351809798270681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/ten-minutes.html' title='TEN MINUTES!'/><author><name>Shermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021071963873833727</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-2549947198604969279.post-9214436375724112593</id><published>2007-11-05T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T04:31:04.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God walks with me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rI1TFuWN9vs/Ry7-Yg68ODI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jQmVwIbgPgM/s1600-h/church%21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rI1TFuWN9vs/Ry7-Yg68ODI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jQmVwIbgPgM/s320/church%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129316722729039922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAMP WAS DAMN GREAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I THOUGHT iT'D BE ANOTHER BORING 3 DAYS THERE, since cathetism class is .. ya, boring, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you everyone.. especially Elizabeth Tan, my one and only friend for 3 years of Cathetism class since sec 1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp was so great, so great, I should have brought my bro's camera and take a lot of photos. But too bad, my handphone was out-of-batt, I brought the wrong pin-plug for the  charger, and ended up phone-less for 3D2N.. luckily Elizabeth was &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kind &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;enough to lend me ! haha X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first day was very sian for me, cos we were all group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ed into different groups and even though these are the people I've been with since primary 1,  i never talked to them or they never talked to me before! nobody knows each other, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first game we played was to find our group members, where everyone was blindfolded and had to made animal noises to find their group members. Ours was the pig! damn, the whole room was so noisy lor! but luckily Suanne was near me so I found her, before finding the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. Samson, Raffles Institution boy, also known as retarded person, ;X&lt;br /&gt;2. Stefano, joker of the class&lt;br /&gt;3. Vanessa, my primary4-5 friend!!&lt;br /&gt;4. Serena, badminton captain and super chio&lt;br /&gt;5. Sentina, sweet-looking girl and quite socialble&lt;br /&gt;6. Rooslyn, my best pal in p6! we used to have a lot of fun together, lol X(&lt;br /&gt;7. Suanne, the very talkative girl, and takes initiative ba&lt;br /&gt;8. Wayne, CHAO AH BENG! lol, funny joker sia he, the way he talks.. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;9. Me, very quiet one T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so after that we were introduced to our facilitators, Matthew and Nicole.. woo! Nicole loves dancing, Matthew loves writing poetry and songs, I feel like God has made it plan this way somehow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we had a group discussion of talking about ourselves. Somewhere in the room I heard different people saying different things..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;durian&lt;/span&gt;...blablabla"&lt;br /&gt;"you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stinky &lt;/span&gt;pig!!"&lt;br /&gt;AND OUR FIRST DAY DINNER WAS rice, egg and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOFU&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;it kinda freak me out, *winks at Yvonne Teo cos only she know wad im talking about*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so fat now ! there are&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; SIX &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;MEALS A DAY YOU KNOW?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sth before breakfast, then breakfast, lunch, teabreak, dinner, supper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elizabeth i bet you've grown fatter now too, ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't know why I get so hungry, I just keep eating and eating and eating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at night they showed us a video clip called "NOISE"...... I could feel God in silence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;then design our poster, in which we are given the name Thess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;alonians, one of the names frm the bible. and then we were told to design our names on letter envelopes too.. each of us were assigned a 'secret friend' ! so someone would just write to you and you wouldn't know he/she is, kinda cool actually, and you get to write to all ur friends.... ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ya, slept at 3+a.m on the first day because Helena and Denise they all kept laughing like hyenas.. oh yeah, we get to sleep on beds, which were mattresses act&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ually! AND white, black moths always come and stay at my bed! MAYBE, maybe it's because of all souls' day, why those moths don't go find elizabeth or someone else?! X(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;woke up at 6. i like my hair, dunnid to comb one, woohoo! X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to play some sports @ the courtyard. quite fun! we played 'simon says', and games that involved a lot of teamwork. still, i was very quiet.. don't u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sually talk tt much in church stuff, ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breakfast ate bread with jam and peanut butter, a damn cool combination and it's Rooslyn's work. so funny la she, cos vannesa was putting the filling so slowly and Rooslyn said 'so slow, never prepare breakfast in the morning one hor you?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was thinking of yvonne teo, cos the bread with jam was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so nice to eat.. wonder if she'd change her habit and START eating breakfast anot! and elizabeth was like saying tt she's on diet, won't eat much. bleah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she said that breakfast should eat ok, lunch should eat alot, dinner should eat a little.. HEAR THAT, Yvonne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this Wayne guy, so gao xiao la! all his singlish + dialect against Sampson, the R.I boy... with Stefano, aiyo, everything was just so funny!!&lt;br /&gt;Wayne: your psle how much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sampson: erm..268?&lt;br /&gt;Wayne: Wah kisiao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there was a conversation between Sueanne and Wayne, and Sueanne complained that she still had school, studying Sec 4 syllabus.. and Wayne said this sentence&lt;br /&gt;"wah your school&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; kanchiong spider&lt;/span&gt; sia!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so funny using dialects mixed with nouns together, and the way he slang.. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that in the afternoon was mainly playing games n everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at night was the coolest one, it's the SING SONG n PRAISES for GOD.&lt;br /&gt;I could feel him! I could feel God, really..... all these times, when I am lost, I can finally open up or sth. yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was singing so fervently, its the first time the class was like that for God! I remember every EVERY single Sunday, the whole class was so damn quiet when they play songs or teach about God and gifts of the Holy spirit. This time, everyone is so .. so different!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the screen couldn't work when one of the facilitators wanted to show a video clip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and then, and then she suddenly tell us tt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey.. i'm not trying to scare you. but you know what? for me to get super sick[she had high fever and she lost her voice, so she was talking in a super cracked voice] 3 days before the camp.. and for this to happen when you all so strongly feel about God.. its' like the Devil's work. because the closer you are with God, the harder the Devil is gonna try and break you away from him.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt damn shock. after all, november 3rd is exactly tt day which everything went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;then she continued, " i want you all to help me.. by saying 'devil go away' together"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and everyone was shouting "devil go away" like about 3-5 times AND THE FISHBALL THING WORK!! THE SCREEN WORKED MAN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. spooky X( .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that was.. was the HEALING session ! they had basins filled with water and candles floating on the basin.. and they were preaching at first, like saying that we can , we can go to God when we are weak.. that God still wants us to go to him even when we are sad and unhappy. I got my whole conception wrong. somehow I felt this camp was for me. i thought I could only see God when I'm happy and strong, so i always , always kept the sad,hurt and broken side of me away.  and she said that God wants us to leave our junk, our sins, our pain and hurt with him.. yah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when I closed my eyes, I  can feel this wind and hear this footsteps, coming closer.. and i'm sure its NOT anyone of the people ........... because if it is, i wouldn't feel this, very warm feeling?&lt;br /&gt;and my heart started beating so fast! :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i started asking.. 'where are you? why is it that when I always need you, you seem so far away?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and someone spoke to my ears, 'i'm always here, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;beside you, just that you couldn't feel me'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats' when i realised that i was too pre-occupied with my own thoughts, and always thought of 'staying strong', that i forgot all about God and kept searching in all the wrong places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that i opened my eyes.. and realised that everyone was like so quiet too. and then the teacher said that the basin with water is for us.. ya, but nobody dared to stand up and go first. so in the end, its the facilitators who went there and put their hands in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw most of them crying.. i felt very strange and funny, like.. aiyo, put hands in the basin only will cry one meh?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but something somewhere, kept asking me to go.&lt;br /&gt;like, " just go! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Go, just go.. just go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I asked elizabeth to go too.. but she pangseh me and sat there, X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i kneeled down, there was a prayer in front of the basin.. and I put my hands inside the basin....... so cold, the water.. but my heart was.. super heavy suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh my...... i just cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ya, then after that went to elizabeth and made her face. and then after that she went! maybe got the prompting of the holy spirit too? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.. and everyone else cried, everyone who went to the basin except sampson and a few other guys didn't. even stefano cried i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember one boy saying,&lt;br /&gt;"why? guy cannot cry one meh? oso human wad.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exactly. haha. i don't know why some guys try to hold back their tears and jealousy so much? that must be the reason why women live longer than men. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that practised the talentime skit until 1-2a.m beore slping and then wake up at 6 again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday was fun, haha. kept laughing. the last breakfast.. ya, haha.&lt;br /&gt;and then, and then, one of the facilitators came to give a speech again. and he said something....... which amde all my hair stand @ that time!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;he said,&lt;br /&gt;"last night, when your facilitators and I were going back to the dorm to sleep, I was looking at the sky and...... and, it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first time of my whole 17 years of life &lt;/span&gt;that I've seen SO MANY STARS in SINGAPORE SHINING SO BRIGHTLY!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, even when I write this down my hair stand again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i've always been looking up at the sky every night to search for stars and constellations, but they are usually very dark and dusty, like.. no shine, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and he said that he felt tt it was because of the holy spirit, like.. we sang so fervantly. ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my secret friend was Charleen! so funny, she spelled my name wrongly twice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st letter was Charmaine&lt;br /&gt;then Shermin&lt;br /&gt;then Vannessa spelt my name as Shermain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahha.&lt;br /&gt;oh.. I miss Camp now :( its the first time I felt so strongly..&lt;br /&gt;God is love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone has been hurt before, i realised, even the happiest smiling girl in my class. (:&lt;br /&gt;ok, maybe not everyone.. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, i know now that there's always someone up there watching over us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rI1TFuWN9vs/Ry8K4A68OFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KRpG7Z33W0w/s1600-h/sexy+yo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rI1TFuWN9vs/Ry8K4A68OFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KRpG7Z33W0w/s320/sexy+yo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129330458034452562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURE sent from Eliz, and she edited it ._."  its our dorm at the background! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before rounding up, i'd  rmb the last meal we had for the day was lunch and.. and.. i was thinking, "God, give me my favourite food leh.."  and.. and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't pizza, it wasn't ice-crema or any of my favs but but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curry Rice !! WITH CHICKEN, AND HOT DOG, AND SOME BALLS[duno wad balls].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN TASTY! and the rice, tasted like the one from my school!&lt;br /&gt;I bet it'd cost about $2.70 in school. I'm so happy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GOD BLESS ALL, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE WATCH THIS VIDEO, BECAUSE WHEN YOU CLICK IT, YOU GET IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUMP:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JKsg889nI7k"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JKsg889nI7k" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to wad he's saying. you might experience it with your child one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLICK "&lt;a href="http://www.nooma.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;" and WATCH 'RAIN', almost teared after watching it! it's very touching..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for praying for me.&lt;br /&gt;thank you so much, frogger! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549947198604969279-9214436375724112593?l=littlehappygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9214436375724112593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549947198604969279&amp;postID=9214436375724112593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/9214436375724112593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/9214436375724112593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/god-walks-with-me.html' title='God walks with me.'/><author><name>Shermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021071963873833727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rI1TFuWN9vs/Ry7-Yg68ODI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jQmVwIbgPgM/s72-c/church%21.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549947198604969279.post-8779196658272899104</id><published>2007-11-02T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T00:21:21.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO CHEK YI KAI !!&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;MAY YOUR WISHES COME TRUE,&lt;br /&gt;DAYS BE MERRY,&lt;br /&gt;AND LIFE BE FRUITFUL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549947198604969279-8779196658272899104?l=littlehappygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8779196658272899104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549947198604969279&amp;postID=8779196658272899104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/8779196658272899104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/8779196658272899104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday !'/><author><name>Shermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021071963873833727</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-2549947198604969279.post-8972974487632229320</id><published>2007-10-31T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T05:32:15.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4     WORDS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young couple got married and went away on their honeymoon. When they returned, the bride immediately called her mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, how was the honeymoon?" asked the mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, mama," she replied, "the honeymoon was wonderful! So &lt;a href="http://www.askmen.com/dating/the_system/index.html"&gt;romantic&lt;/a&gt;..." Suddenly, she burst out crying. "But mama, as soon as we returned, Sam started using the most horrible language. He's been saying things I've never heard before! All these awful 4-letter words! You've got to come get me and take me home... please mama!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sarah, Sarah," her mother said, "calm down! Tell me, what could be so awful? What 4-letter words has he been using?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please don't make me tell you, mama," wept the daughter, "I'm so embarrassed! They're just too awful! You've got to come get me and take me home... please mama!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Darling, baby, you must tell me what's making you so upset... Tell your mother these horrible 4-letter words."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still sobbing, the bride replied, "Oh, mama... words like dust, wash, iron, cook..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549947198604969279-8972974487632229320?l=littlehappygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8972974487632229320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549947198604969279&amp;postID=8972974487632229320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/8972974487632229320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/8972974487632229320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>Shermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021071963873833727</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-2549947198604969279.post-8125760197296935780</id><published>2007-10-28T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T00:23:59.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Early Halloween!</title><content type='html'>Some of you may know it, and those who don't,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; falls on &lt;i&gt;31st October&lt;/i&gt;! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/a/a2/Jack-o%27-Lantern_2003-10-31.jpg/215px-Jack-o%27-Lantern_2003-10-31.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda sad that S'pore don't really celebrate Halloween, but on a happier note, little children won't have to fear going out during Halloween or staying in either, since 'ghostly &lt;s&gt;people&lt;/s&gt;' will knock from door-to-door going '&lt;b&gt;TREAAT OR TRICKK~"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I think things are starting to change as we become more 'westernized', because there are more &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Halloween parties &lt;/span&gt;now. One of such is the party organised from&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; neBo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in escape, and it's depressing that I've got to skip that :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kang Ming, Jia Wei and Demi &lt;/span&gt;went there though. They had their fortunes told, and somehow they did not forget me and asked about me ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;damn, it's so true.. like as if my destiny was already written right before i was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it's almost like as if the fortune teller know how i'm feeling? i should have &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;went and probe more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/f/fb/2005-07-12_-_United_Kingdom_-_England_-_London_-_The_London_Dungeon.jpg/300px-2005-07-12_-_United_Kingdom_-_England_-_London_-_The_London_Dungeon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SO WANT TO GO TO &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LONDON DUNGEON&lt;/span&gt; MAN!&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The below video is shoot by this lady's boyfriend, and it's damn funny because the man said 'I don't even know it was you man.'&lt;br /&gt;And the ghost laughed and said, " &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;FACE YOUR DARKEST FEAR~!&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, imagine meeting someone you love who turned into a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;potianak&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hantu&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;face your darkest fear &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;indeed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bphk9TJ6fFc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bphk9TJ6fFc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;London Dungeon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; seem very fun! Especially when the ghost scare the people, haha. I've watched some of the other videos in youtube, and it seems like the suspense, fear and excitement inside London Dungeon makes Halloween more fruitful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, London Dungeon is based on the historical events of London.. that means, the shows they have inside HAPPENED before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examples are &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Jack the Ripper&lt;/span&gt;.. who gruesomely killed 5 prostitutes in 1988.&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Great fire of London&lt;/span&gt; in 1966.. and so many more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Singapore should make one like that after IR is opened,&lt;br /&gt;the "Singapore Dungeon" and rate it as Best in S'pore, JB and some say Batam?&lt;br /&gt;In it shall be the Hock Lee Bus riots, where the police and citizens are brutally killed? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;There isn't much horror events in Singapore history, phew.&lt;br /&gt;Then there would be tarot cards reading, fortune-telling, eerie and gooey stuff..&lt;br /&gt;Ya, and the ugliest ghosts in there too.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/e/ec/IMG_145w.jpg/280px-IMG_145w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there are so much more in the world to see,&lt;br /&gt;from African children who are malnourished to violent kids like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yvonne Teo and Yi Chen&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;so life isn't actually that boring, is it?&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MELVIN LAU&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j110/miloatsale2/1x/DSC02529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;they burn into your soul&lt;br /&gt;and i see you doubt me&lt;br /&gt;its time for you to see&lt;br /&gt;that i'm telling the truth&lt;br /&gt;face your darkest fear!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[from the youtube video of the London Dungeon, XD ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, shall end of with one of the sweetest, romantic song I heard during Cat. Class on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Play it if you are thinking of someone right now! (:&lt;br /&gt;Particularly people like Wen Lin+ Yvonne should click it, HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Loading* &amp;amp; You got to look @ the lyrics too, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/zZydqH2kf8/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/zZydqH2kf8/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every breath you take&lt;br /&gt;Every move you make&lt;br /&gt;Every bond you break&lt;br /&gt;Every step you take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll be watching you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single day&lt;br /&gt;Every word you say&lt;br /&gt;Every game you play&lt;br /&gt;Every night you stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll be watching you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, cant you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;You belong to me&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How my poor heart aches&lt;br /&gt;With every step you take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every move you make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Every vow you break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every smile you&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; fake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every claim you stake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ill be watching you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you've gone I been lost without a trace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I dream at night I can only see your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look around but its you I cant replace&lt;br /&gt;I feel so cold and I long for your &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;embrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep crying baby, baby, please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, cant you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You belong to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How my poor heart aches&lt;br /&gt;With every breath you take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every move you make&lt;br /&gt;Every vow you break&lt;br /&gt;Every smile you fake&lt;br /&gt;Every claim you stake&lt;br /&gt;Ill be watching you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every move you make&lt;br /&gt;Every step you take&lt;br /&gt;Ill be watching you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549947198604969279-8125760197296935780?l=littlehappygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8125760197296935780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549947198604969279&amp;postID=8125760197296935780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/8125760197296935780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/8125760197296935780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-early-halloween.html' title='Happy Early Halloween!'/><author><name>Shermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021071963873833727</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://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j110/miloatsale2/1x/th_DSC02529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549947198604969279.post-9001301811771488903</id><published>2007-10-27T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T00:24:45.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>deafening silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;TIRED&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who isn't? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549947198604969279-9001301811771488903?l=littlehappygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9001301811771488903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549947198604969279&amp;postID=9001301811771488903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/9001301811771488903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/9001301811771488903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/wake-up.html' title='deafening silence'/><author><name>Shermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021071963873833727</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-2549947198604969279.post-5819415336565151049</id><published>2007-10-27T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T01:17:40.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom.</title><content type='html'>Quiz taken from : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wei Xuan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I feel about him: Funny, tall and sometimes perverted.. don't know him that well, :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nerdtests.com/ft_dead.php?im"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nerdtests.com/ft_dead.php?im"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nerdtests.com/images/ft/dead.php?val=5672" alt="I am going to die at 83.  When are you? Click here to find out!" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. (the person who tagged you is...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne Teo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. (your relationship with him/her is...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best &amp;amp; True friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. (five impressions you have of him/her...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Adorable/Cute&lt;br /&gt;2. Cheeky&lt;br /&gt;3. Good-natured&lt;br /&gt;4. Great to chat with&lt;br /&gt;5. Sincere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. (the most memorable thing he/she has done for you) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caring (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. (the most memorable words he/she has said to you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secret, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. (if he/she becomes your lover, you will...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tickle her everyday and tie her shoelaces to mine so that she can't get away :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. (if he/she becomes your lover, things of he/she has to improve on will be...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her laziness, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. (if he/she becomes your enemy, you will...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can it be?.. :( will try to clear things up bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. (if he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;misunderstanding, miscommunication?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. (the most desirable thing you want to do for him/her now is...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bully her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. (your overall impression of him/her is...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D Good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. (how you think people around you will feel about you) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. (the characteristic you love about yourself is...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smell? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. (on the contrary, the characteristic you hate about yourself is...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. (the most ideal person you want to be is...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. (for people that care and like you, say something to them...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for coming into my life! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. (pass this quiz to 10 people that you wish to know how they feel about you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;#o1 Joyce Ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;#o2 Yvonne Teo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;#03 Yi Kai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;#o4 Sin Ren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;#o5 Wen Jie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;#o6 Vivian Tay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;#o7 Kang Ming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;#o8 Jin Xuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;#o9 Melvin Lau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;#1o Wen Lin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(who is no.6 having relationship with?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivian Tay &gt;&gt; I don't know leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Is no.9 a male or female?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melvin Lau&gt;&gt; Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(If no.7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kang Ming + Wen Lin &gt;&gt; MAYBE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(What is no.2 studying about? ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne Teo&gt;&gt; Durian recipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(When was the last time you had a chat with no.3? ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yi Kai &gt;&gt; Last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(What kind of music band does no.8 like?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin Xuan &gt;&gt; S.H.E, chinese songs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Does no.1 has any siblings?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce Ng &gt;&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Will you woo no.3?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yi Kai &gt;&gt; She's a girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(How about no.7? )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kang Ming &gt;&gt; later SHE kill me, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Is no.4 single?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin Ren &gt;&gt; dunno leh, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(What's the surname of no.5?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wen Jie &gt;&gt; dunno :S!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(What's the name of no.10?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wenlin &gt;&gt; Ong Wen Lin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(What's the hobby of no.4?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin Ren &gt;&gt; badminton? dunno leh :S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Do no.5 and 9 get along well?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wen Jie + Melvin &gt;&gt; Melvin doesn't know Wen Jie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Where is no.2 studying at?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne Teo &gt;&gt; "How to stop being violent" school X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Say something casual about no.1) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce Ng &gt;&gt; Cheerful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Have you try developing feelings for no.8?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin Xuan &gt;&gt; She's a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Where does no.9 live?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melvin&gt;&gt; My room, above me. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(What color does no.4 like?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin Ren &gt;&gt; don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Are no.5 and 1 best friends?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce + Wen Jie &gt;&gt; not sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Does no.7 likes no.2?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kang Ming + Yvonne &gt;&gt; they don't know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(How did you get to know no.2?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne Teo &gt;&gt; same class as me this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Does no.1 have any pets?)&lt;/span&gt; Joyce&gt;&gt; Giraffe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Is no.7 the sexiest person in the world?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kang Ming &gt;&gt; sorry to hurt your feelings but no :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;indulgence in self-emotional afflictions&lt;br /&gt;is your specialty, your dessert.&lt;br /&gt;reminiscing in unnecessary alleviations&lt;br /&gt;is your starter, your main course.&lt;br /&gt;your menu is messed up&lt;br /&gt;you place your priorities all wrong&lt;br /&gt;turn it around, won't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549947198604969279-5819415336565151049?l=littlehappygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5819415336565151049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549947198604969279&amp;postID=5819415336565151049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/5819415336565151049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/5819415336565151049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/boredom.html' title='Boredom.'/><author><name>Shermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021071963873833727</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-2549947198604969279.post-4010704011646774153</id><published>2007-10-26T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T10:39:38.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bugis Junction.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;You can view other versions of this post in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://smilesadly.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yvonne Teo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://thanksforthepreciousmemories.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wen Lin's blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;. X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Ya, thanks to both of them for the photos.. sigh, I've got no camera to shoot anything because Mr &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lau Boon Yang&lt;/span&gt; does not want to lend me. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Bugis Junction with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yi Kai ,Wen Lin, Yvonne, Gam, Chen&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Ate mcdonalds, and come to think of it, I've been eating Mcdonalds non-stop and drank too much coke until I had a relapse yesterday! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*shivers at the thought*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to some arcade over there to play, ooooo.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;super mario kart&lt;/span&gt; is just so attractive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 433px; height: 325px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/wahha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't make it la, i can't be a driver! i got last in position.. bwah x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; yvonne, yikai, wenlin and I&lt;/span&gt; wanted to go bugis street, but chen disagreed because he complained it was '&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[i wonder how you gonna find a girlfriend who doesnt shop!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, he went with us!&lt;br /&gt;and guess what?! he was the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; who walked right into the shop, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya, there was this '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;sex life&lt;/span&gt;' shop which was so... alluring, that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wenlin &lt;/span&gt;was glued to it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm innocent, all I did was just accompany wenlin to go there to see mah! haha x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that went to buy '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;suan pan zi&lt;/span&gt;', one of my favourite snacks, but it turned out not as nice as the one from &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;compass point&lt;/span&gt;.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, chen brought us to some rundown place which sells all kinds of the coolest guitars, and some keyboards + e.piano. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I saw Rocco Hu&lt;/span&gt;~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocco Hu : I'm a cyborg, and I want to exterminate Shermaine Lau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember drinking off &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Rocco Hu's waterbottl&lt;/span&gt;e when I was primary 3/4 cos his bottle was exactly like mine! Anyway he damn blur, so ya, he don't recognise me at all, heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(phew)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Gam wanted to go to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;National library&lt;/span&gt; since he never been there before.. and we shoot some photos X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 520px; height: 390px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/fourofus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yvonne Teo l&lt;/span&gt;ooked as sweet as ever right? X) a real beau when she lets down her hair, heh!&lt;br /&gt;Yi Kai looks very mature, like some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;demure lady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wenlin l&lt;/span&gt;ook so cute la! sad that she cut her hair already, haha. we look like '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little children&lt;/span&gt;'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like being 'little', its like.. having a feeling of &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;someone taking care of you &lt;/span&gt;! X)&lt;br /&gt;but there are times when being &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;independent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is better, yep.&lt;br /&gt;in fact, i like to be a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; little&lt;/span&gt; bit of everything &gt;_&lt;"   &lt;img style="width: 489px; height: 367px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/littlegal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay, sisters! and i'm definitely taller, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/littlemei.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt; style="font-style: italic;"&gt; truth/dare&lt;/span&gt; game,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[i will never play 'dare' games again, T_T horrible.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wenlin was playing with handphone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here you go~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 385px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/3ofus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^ you know, i always thought chen look like some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sickly, fail, old &lt;/span&gt;man..&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gam&lt;/span&gt; looks like a robot whenever he has that serious look..&lt;br /&gt;ya, is it wrong to have a close friend who is a guy? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno, since&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; kindergarten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my two '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;best friend'&lt;/span&gt; was a boy and a girl.. i still can remember their name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jia Xian Caleb, and Valerie Tan&lt;/span&gt;.. X)&lt;br /&gt;I can even remember their phone numbers, only that Caleb moved house and didn't tell us his number. I remember Caleb once told me that his house had 3 stories, and how tiring it was to climb up and down. Ya, we don't even contact each other now, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*boohoohoo*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then in primary school, teacher always like to make the girls sit with boys.&lt;br /&gt;irritating lor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first partner was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teenesh&lt;/span&gt;, don't like him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember using a pencil and dividing the table into half, and whoever crossed each other 'territory' would get beaten.. he loves to cross my 'territory', so i always smack him! ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then in primary 2, it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desmond&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;oh, you won't want to know the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nightmares &lt;/span&gt;he gave me.&lt;br /&gt;smelly pig! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then things changed when I was in primary 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shi Li&lt;/span&gt;, in front was Jackie and Hui Neng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i'm a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt; girl X).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui neng was sitting on his chair on two legs and I kicked his chair so he fell, heh!&lt;br /&gt;In the end, he ended up getting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;punished &lt;/span&gt;by teacher because teacher already warn him not to sit on 2 legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;angry&lt;/span&gt; with me for awhile! bahhwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In p5 and p6, i hang around with my 'kampong' people, playing soccer, basketball, badminton, block-catching, ice-and-freeze..whatever you name it, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't usually communicate with girly girls.. i've got a primary sch friend named Mei Yan and she talks abt girly stuff, like er, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;an internet game where u get to dress up a ..barbie doll, the latest fashion, how cute 5566 is....... and how she likes to play netball, volleybal&lt;/span&gt;l...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do other girls live in primary sch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only remember everyday i'd be playing till 7pm at Iris house or somewhere, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry la, i think i got different interests and hormones. X( don't like too girly stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, hais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, I have purrrfect girl friends !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 357px; height: 267px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/NAUGHTYGIRL.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we simply love to bully each other, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you really in pain?&lt;br /&gt;Your face tells a different story.&lt;br /&gt;Your voice shows no fury.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me-&lt;br /&gt;Are you really in pain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549947198604969279-4010704011646774153?l=littlehappygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4010704011646774153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549947198604969279&amp;postID=4010704011646774153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/4010704011646774153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/4010704011646774153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/bugis-junction.html' title='Bugis Junction.'/><author><name>Shermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021071963873833727</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-2549947198604969279.post-5257193305812493775</id><published>2007-10-24T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T08:19:53.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How far can we go?</title><content type='html'>10 months has passed so fast..&lt;br /&gt;it seems like only yesterday I just entered 3F classroom.&lt;br /&gt;about one more year, all of us[hopefully].. graduate le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/longroad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In life, you can be anyone as long as you believe.&lt;br /&gt;You can shape your life with your own hands, as long as you work hard towards it.&lt;br /&gt;It depends on your thinking, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;You can be speeding down the road, or moving it slow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;You can be the pedestrian, strolling along the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually.. it doesn't matter how far we go,  does it?&lt;br /&gt;It's whether the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ride was made worthwhile&lt;/span&gt;, what we've learned in the journey, and how we've changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've learned quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;The goodness I received, the pain I suffered, the joy I felt, the tears I shed..&lt;br /&gt;and yet, I sometimes ask myself &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what is my purpose to live&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;There are times, where we would feel ourselves being &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unwanted&lt;/span&gt;, being shunned aside, being invisible.. and forgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some choose to keep quiet about it, saying "it's okay", "no big deal".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who knows, maybe the happiest person is crying inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who treasure life? Who admire goodness? Those little things that we should do everyday, like smiling and sharing.. how many of us actually do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sometimes I don't treasure things, nor do I treasure the friends I have around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've neglected people, forgotten about them, their feelings, and without knowing what I've done, I may have already hurt someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't.. all people do that too? Unintentionally, we hurt people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm apologizing to all the people that I've &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forgotten&lt;/span&gt;, and not knowing that I did. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't want to stop here,&lt;br /&gt;don't you dare to, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Hannah,&lt;/span&gt; though you aren't reading this, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's not like you've never had a first try before&lt;br /&gt;where's your patience, where's your kindness-&lt;br /&gt;what they've taught you was never practiced&lt;br /&gt;show your beauty, show your love.&lt;br /&gt;don't be so arrogant.&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/2549947198604969279-5257193305812493775?l=littlehappygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5257193305812493775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549947198604969279&amp;postID=5257193305812493775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/5257193305812493775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/5257193305812493775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/how-far-can-we-go.html' title='How far can we go?'/><author><name>Shermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021071963873833727</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-2549947198604969279.post-6071531934606280851</id><published>2007-10-23T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T09:29:40.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phantom of the Opera</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o2GuK0kshNo"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o2GuK0kshNo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YOU GOT TO WATCH THIS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play it, no matter how lazy you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YES Yvonne Teo, don't be so lazy~! X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a short clip from the movie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Phantom of the Opera&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Le Fantôme de l’Opéra&lt;/span&gt; in French (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the first verse in which Raoul would sing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;No more talk of darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Forget these wide-eyed fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm here, nothing can harm you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;My words will warm and calm you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Let me be your freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Let daylight dry your tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm here, with you, beside you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;To guard you and to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;guide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 344px; height: 502px;" src="http://images.allmoviephoto.com/2004_The_Phantom_of_the_Opera/2004_the_phantom_of_the_opera_004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the second time hearing this song I cried! And it's my first time &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crying &lt;/span&gt;because of a song! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gooboo gooboo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after hearing this song, I got so curious that I went to watch the whole movie through youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=gJV5I3vRNfo"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to watch part I. I'm going to search for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DVD&lt;/span&gt; !! :)&lt;br /&gt;They.. use singing to express how they feel! Yah, I like using songs to do that too, it just feels more 'emotional', because sometimes I can't find the right words yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www2.eugeneweekly.com/2001/06_14_01/graphics/movie1a6_14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Moulin Rogue&lt;/span&gt;, I think P.o.t.O is much more realistic because we can clearly see that the society always shun away people who are disfigured and they are therefore being classified as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'ugly&lt;/span&gt;'. Yah, people can look ugly on the outside but still be beautiful inside &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt;! However this phantom is mad, so of course Christine won't fall for him lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno wad I talking about? Watch the movie!! Go &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Go &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Devil Beside You&lt;/span&gt; is a really nice show, thanks Yvonne! I still haven't watch the last 2 discs, nvm I shall not return them to Yvonne forever! Muahahaha! Who ask her to be the founder of "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Violent-Child Organisation&lt;/span&gt;"?!&lt;br /&gt;With Low Yi Chen as the chairman, and Wen Jie as the.. eh, he not so serious yet la, X).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY 15TH BIRTHDAY HANNAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random (from : &lt;a href="http://mmebuterfly.deviantart.com/"&gt;deviantart[mmebutterfly] )&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 449px; height: 661px;" src="http://fc04.deviantart.com/fs4/i/2005/141/e/e/Ballet_Flower_by_mmebuterfly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sweet fairy of gremlin-&lt;br /&gt;show me how you dance&lt;br /&gt;as you twirl your way in through France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh sweet fairy of stardust-&lt;br /&gt;settle yourself upon my eyes&lt;br /&gt;show me the way to heaven, away from here&lt;br /&gt;help me to fall into a trance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549947198604969279-6071531934606280851?l=littlehappygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6071531934606280851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549947198604969279&amp;postID=6071531934606280851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/6071531934606280851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/6071531934606280851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/phantom-of-opera.html' title='Phantom of the Opera'/><author><name>Shermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021071963873833727</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-2549947198604969279.post-7063100672887133122</id><published>2007-10-21T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T19:39:44.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="head3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I got commanded by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.-paintedfence.blogspot.com/"&gt;Joyce Ng&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules of the game: Each player of this game starts off with ten weird things or habits or little known facts about yourself. People who get tagged must write in a blog of their own ten weird things or habits or little known facts as well as state this rule clearly. At the end you must choose six people to be tagged and list their names. No tagbacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. I like putting my legs up on the chair when I play computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. I sneeze about 25 times before reaching school in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. I detest too-emo people :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.  I like eating mcdonalds ice-cream with french fries sticking out of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I always listen to old songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (Adapted from Celesta and Joyce)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. I like looking at nature and staring at the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. I like chatting a lot, especially with Yvonne and Joyce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I go "meow" when I see a cat and "woof" when I see a dog and knock the fish tank when there's a fish swimming near it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. I'm afraid of moving cars but I try not to show it! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. I like going to the library to study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the 6 (I care!) people are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- Yvonne Teo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- Yi kai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- elizabeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- jin xuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- wen jie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- kang ming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- melvin lau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- Paulina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Anyone who is bored ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gimme more gimmemore`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(248, 139, 139);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 0% Boyish and 100% Girlish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(167, 206, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you're not a girl, you're very feminine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're in touch with your feelings, and your heart rules you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit of a emotional roller coaster, one moment you're up and the next you're down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what, you try to be as cute and perky as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howboyishorgirlishareyouquiz/"&gt;How Boyish or Girlish Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW CAN IT BE?! I LOVE &lt;u&gt;SOCCER AND BASKETBALL&lt;/u&gt; AND I LOVE WATCHING ANIME AND LISTEN TO ROCK AND I LOVE GAMES THAT CAN KILL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:( I'm so less like a girl.. hais..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549947198604969279-7063100672887133122?l=littlehappygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7063100672887133122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549947198604969279&amp;postID=7063100672887133122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/7063100672887133122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/7063100672887133122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/for-fun.html' title='For Fun'/><author><name>Shermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021071963873833727</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-2549947198604969279.post-2711013984778897185</id><published>2007-10-21T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T10:40:21.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JOYCE NG AH!</title><content type='html'>JOYCE    happy day!     ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;its good to laugh at ppl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and appreciate your own luckiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, sorry Yvonne, I can't help it but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yvone teo fell flat down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yvonne teo FELL DOWN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yvonne Teo fell down and I laughed at her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YVONNE TEO FELL DOWN AND I LAUGHED AT HER !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yvonne Teo fell down and I can't stop laughing at the way she fell! X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry lah, you so cute can ! X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://photos-252.friendster.com/e1/photos/25/27/27717252/1_325270563l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHHAA,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YVONNE TEO FELL DOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, i think yvonne teo must be irritated with me cos i keep saying the same thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i should stop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REMEMBER SOMETHING!!!&lt;br /&gt;I laughed AT XIUYI because she fell down and I went&lt;br /&gt;"DONT FALL DOWN AGAIN AH!"&lt;br /&gt;and right after that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i fell down. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549947198604969279-2711013984778897185?l=littlehappygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2711013984778897185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549947198604969279&amp;postID=2711013984778897185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/2711013984778897185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/2711013984778897185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/joyce-ng-ah.html' title='JOYCE NG AH!'/><author><name>Shermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021071963873833727</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-2549947198604969279.post-2302267905666816112</id><published>2007-10-21T07:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T08:10:06.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KANG MING.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 501px; height: 334px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/loner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ESCAPE&lt;/span&gt; with this dude today, as well as nebo-ians and wen jie X).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh.. wasn't very fun because of....... tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Km &lt;/span&gt;mood damn low, one of the first time in my life seeing him so 'distant' and 'dreamy'.&lt;br /&gt;well, and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wenjie had a headache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, so in the end we accompanied him to sit at bk and chitchat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before doing that, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Demi jiawei kangming&lt;/span&gt; and.. some unknown people as well as me went into the Haunted House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit! they changed the whole thing inside, everything was&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; creepier&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k la, I have something to confess, I screamed the whole way through..&lt;br /&gt;can't help it. i wasn't prepared at all because i thought 'oh it would be the same i walked through this many times'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; sound is creepier, inside is darker, and the ghost is scarier&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i grabbed anyone and just keep running,&lt;/span&gt; hahaha! i think&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Demi &lt;/span&gt;was quite angry with me because i kept grabbing her back, and i pushed Jia Wei because he was blocking me, and i think i strangled kang ming? don't remember, he looked like a ghost in that white shirt inside. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then stupid&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; jia wei &lt;/span&gt;ran in front and hide in a corner to scare me ! fell for the trick, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;roaaaaaaah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so just run and scream all my way through, stupid haunted house! stupid, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt;! T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, then the next time went in with&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; km and wenjie and some unknown stranger girls&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girls damn cute! screamed their way through, made me even more scared.. and stupid wenjie scare me too. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;stupid stupid&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah, this is how km looks like when he dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 580px; height: 387px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/box-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now talking about ... kang ming..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GIRL&lt;/span&gt;! don't destroy our girls reputation.&lt;br /&gt;loving someone doesn't mean having that person.&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't mean pointing out all the bad qualities of the person you love and telling him that you don't like him anymore, and saying&lt;br /&gt;"but i still love you" at the next sms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It doesn't mean that when you show care and concern for him, he must do the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It doesn't mean that you do every single stupid thing to make him jealous, like lying on someone else's shoulder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It doesn't mean playing games like 'DARE" trying to get what you want, a hug, a kiss, and then get jealous because you didn't get what you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It doesn't mean spending one thousand dollars on him would actually win you love back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor people can live happily too you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's trying so hard to go out with you, saving his money....&lt;br /&gt;why don't spare a thought for him? he's just not that type of guy, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurting two.. no, three people.. fun?&lt;br /&gt;Making use of the other.. now I don't know how you gonna get out of that mess.&lt;br /&gt;so fun to hurt people meh? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, like what he said,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tonight, everything will be over!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Be happy, joker!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549947198604969279-2302267905666816112?l=littlehappygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2302267905666816112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549947198604969279&amp;postID=2302267905666816112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/2302267905666816112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/2302267905666816112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/kang-ming_21.html' title='KANG MING.'/><author><name>Shermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021071963873833727</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-2549947198604969279.post-9093576640410054650</id><published>2007-10-21T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T07:48:16.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Theresa</title><content type='html'>I had to go to church in the morning today, and they talked about the fruit of a saint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love Joy Peace Faith Goodness Self-control&lt;/span&gt; and another two which I failed to remember.&lt;br /&gt;And I was a little shocked that Saint Nicholas was actually Santa Claus, because he was famous for giving...&lt;br /&gt;They said that the gifts of a saint is different from the fruit of a saint, and I just don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I wasn't born &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;. I don't have a strong faith, and most of the times I'm not at peace. I got no self-control, I don't know what's love, and how can one feels joy w/o knowing sadness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one paragraph in which I find it really meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;People are often unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Forgive them anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Be kind anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some true enemies;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Succeed anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Be honest and frank anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Build anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Be happy anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Do good anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Give the world the best you have,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;and it may never be enough;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Give the world the best you've got anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;You see, in the final analysis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;it is between you and God;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;It was never between you and them anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quoted from Mother Theresa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/7/7f/Mother_Teresa.jpg/180px-Mother_Teresa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it was really nice of you&lt;br /&gt;to pray for me that day&lt;br /&gt;for you to say to God&lt;br /&gt;to guide me, and show me the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549947198604969279-9093576640410054650?l=littlehappygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9093576640410054650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549947198604969279&amp;postID=9093576640410054650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/9093576640410054650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/9093576640410054650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/kang-ming.html' title='Mother Theresa'/><author><name>Shermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021071963873833727</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-2549947198604969279.post-1966930825024677363</id><published>2007-10-20T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T11:27:54.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Out</title><content type='html'>Thanks to &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.-paintedfence.blogspot.com/"&gt;Joyce Ng&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.smilesadly.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yvonne Teo&lt;/a&gt; for the photos.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yvonne, Joyce, Sara, Tian Tian, Ka Shun, Le Qi, Candy&lt;/span&gt; for the wonderful day today X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S'pposed to meet at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yio Chu Kang &lt;/span&gt;at 11.30am, but all of us meet each other at khatib coincidentally! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ka Shun&lt;/span&gt; joined up with us later, and we all set off to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ViVo City&lt;/span&gt; for our girl's day-out today-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someone&lt;/span&gt;: Where are we going later?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ka Shun&lt;/span&gt;: Eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tian Tian&lt;/span&gt;: Yes! Good answer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 446px; height: 335px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/tiantianandtherest.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tian Tian and the rest ate this, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't know what it is&lt;/span&gt;. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 474px; height: 355px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/yvonneteo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne ate Fish N' Chips. So cute lah she! She went to the uncle and almost wanted to say "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fillet-O-Fish&lt;/span&gt;".. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 465px; height: 348px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/mine.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chicken Chop with Rice and Fries&lt;/span&gt;.. so much carbohydrates, but still not enough for me to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;absolutely full&lt;/span&gt;! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, we went to walk around. Could hardly remember which places we went to, but there was this Vet Clinic which groom pets, sell pet stuff, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 441px; height: 330px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/vitamins.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vitamins for animals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 405px; height: 303px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/shampoo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shampoo for animals! I don't know what's the difference.. but most of the shampoo smell great. Oh, what &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; life animals have..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 424px; height: 319px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/dogfood-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite eating lunch right before going to this shop, I felt hungry again after seeing the dog food. *l&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aughs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;* You know, I really wished they were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;marshmallows&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to this shop selling &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nintendo DS games, PSP, anime and girly stuff&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AHHH.. super mario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 451px; height: 339px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/supermario.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last time I played a super mario game? can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;someone, recommend me a very fun game please!!&lt;br /&gt;This exclude WoW, DotA, Maplestory, audition, pangya, gunbound, DaL, KongKong, PT, RS.&lt;br /&gt;OK! i should play back rakion, muahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL... our fun starts at &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Toys R' Us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 365px; height: 487px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/bwahahha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YAY! X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce looked like she want to punch someone while playing the hoops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 393px; height: 524px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/box.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 430px; height: 574px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/dancewithme.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dance with me darling&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 308px; height: 411px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/chickenlittle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's do the Chicken &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Little &lt;/span&gt;Dance! X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found this corner where they sell Halloween stuff! HAha, and suddenly everyone is trying on the different hats..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 484px; height: 363px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/witches.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly there wasn't any green hats! i wanted to doll up as the character[dunno wad name, sorry not really a gamer] in the Legend of the Zelda to go to the Halloween party in downtown east, but doubt s'pore sells it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, and Yvonne wanted to kill me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 440px; height: 330px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/devilbesideyou.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see the way she points her stick at me? that's why i'm so short! roah. X(&lt;br /&gt;see the way I point my stick at her? that's why she's so tall! roah. X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 478px; height: 359px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/tiantianjoyce.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce and Tian Tian having a swordplay, X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then... we saw an alien coming down onto Earth!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 442px; height: 589px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/leqi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh.. what's up doc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 477px; height: 358px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/oddoneout.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHHA, SAILOR MOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 472px; height: 353px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/suave.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BWAHAHAHA, RETRO HAIR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I remember watching 881 the movie and the storyline is quite meaningful.. it'd be a good local movie to watch, and did you know that today 882 just appeared in TOY R' US?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 554px; height: 415px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/8812copy-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring..&lt;br /&gt;THE MAMA : TIAN TIAN~&lt;br /&gt;with Sara And Shermaine! X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 626px; height: 199px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/sypnosis_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lah, just kidding, tis is then the real 881. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/tiantianlovetree.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tian Tian loves Singapore Trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Sara was soooooooo cute, with her favourite colour &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ORANGE&lt;/span&gt;~~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/cutesara.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. two shots taken with dear Sara! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 532px; height: 398px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/twins.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 546px; height: 409px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/twins2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't bully her ah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND I REALLY LOVE THIS PICTURE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/suckingthumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHAHA! LAUGHED UNTIL STOMACH ACHE WHEN IT HAPPENED &lt;/span&gt;at Toy R' Us!&lt;br /&gt;K! STILL CANT STOP &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAUGHING&lt;/span&gt; WHEN I THINK ABOUT IT, HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, they had a really really cool ceiling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 516px; height: 387px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/wishuponastar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sings* :&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I wish upon a star, wanna be right where you are&lt;/span&gt;. X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all 8 of us bought this 'devilish hairband' from the shop, it only cost &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$1.95&lt;/span&gt;, cheap!&lt;br /&gt;Well we had enough fun in toy r' us so we continued shopping..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 464px; height: 348px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/hahahaha-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stripping off never felt so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you are uncomfortable about doing that, please buy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sasa'&lt;/span&gt;s products! heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 415px; height: 554px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/frog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like the wordings of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*HAPPY FROG* : What makes you so happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, we should constantly ask ourselves what makes us happy everyday.. heh-&lt;br /&gt;In that way, we have every reason to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; around every day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, after that we went to LJS to eat, and dear &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marmi Tian Tian&lt;/span&gt; gave me a treat, thanks a lot :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 403px; height: 301px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/ljs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Yvonne's meal, and according to her the milo tasted more like myuwk[milk].&lt;br /&gt;Proven true by shermaine lau.. it doesn't taste like milo lor :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we head onto some place to play! Damn fun,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Yvonne Teo fall down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Yvonne Teo fall down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yvonne Teo fall down, wahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;YVONNE TEO FALL DOWN, WAHAHHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YVONNE TEO FALL DOWN~!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I laughed at her.&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne Teo fall down and I laughed at her! Wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la, I got help her up! But the way she fell..&lt;br /&gt;SO CUTE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a lady walking up the hill, with high heel shoes X)&lt;br /&gt;Then she fall super duper slowly&lt;br /&gt;and when she finally reach the ground, her whole face and body is flat on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;AHAHHAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 558px; height: 418px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/whoistaller.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;security guard came over and ask us sacarstically if we were &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12 years old &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;or not. she said that only 12 years old allowed to play. but it was clearly stated on the card that 12 years and below need to be supervised by adults, wherelse we are only 3 years older than 12 and we did not need to be supervised by adults and we have the right to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; play! play! play!&lt;/span&gt; :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 319px; height: 239px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/hornydevils.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh here you go, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;horny devils&lt;/span&gt;! HAHA. ya, Why horny devils ah Joyce?&lt;br /&gt;The headband attracted a lot a lot of attention, the moment we put it on EVERYONE was staring at us. X) Fun! I just&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; loveeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt; to do daring things, don't I? don't I? don't I? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ah pek&lt;/span&gt; who came to us and asked if he could take a photo of us to send in a competition, hope he wins! then hopefully we get a reward too HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 446px; height: 595px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/yvonnejoycecandy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HORNY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh-huh, then went to play in the water afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;I liked this photo of Ka Shun best, so cool leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 504px; height: 386px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/cool.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 456px; height: 608px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/kashunyvonne.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne and Kashun! X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 524px; height: 393px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/water.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us, with our legs dipped in water ! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, and I had no idea why suddenly everyone started to paint their fingernails! Vonne and TIan Tian bought some nail polish from SASA shop earlier on, and soon everyone were painting their nails, including Ka Shun! *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grins&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 531px; height: 399px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/nailpolish.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us was laughing away because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TIAAAAN TIANN IS SO FUNNY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY TIAN~!~!&lt;br /&gt;She painted &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5 different colours&lt;/span&gt; on her nails ! HAHA, scary sia!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway all the passers-by were looking at us, and one of them saw Tian Tian's fingers and kept pointing at it, whispering to the other passers-by, and grinning. Oooh, all these youth, haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 543px; height: 407px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/nails.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the hand that hides its middle finger!&lt;br /&gt;Candy was joking that the..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;thumb was very acidic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pointer was acidic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;middle finger was neutral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ring finger was alkaline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;last finger was very alkaline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couldn't stop laughing la, it was so much fun, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/pinkisthefashion.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;PINK on the last finger IS the fashion! X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/pinkfinger.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PINK~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it got dark very quickly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 582px; height: 437px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/us-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ER LING WU~&lt;/span&gt;" and Murderer.. so funny lah! Kept cheating in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ER LING WU&lt;/span&gt;, haha, and beating yvonne is a very shiok thing to do XD. [unless you get beaten back by her then not shiok :S] hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for murderer, this time they used &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SUPERDOG&lt;/span&gt;! coupons! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Orange coupon = murderer. Drinks coupon = victim. Green coupon = Detective. &lt;/span&gt;Haiyoo.. they are so creative sia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we started becoming &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HORNY DEVIL &lt;/span&gt;again, HEH!&lt;br /&gt;Many people started staring at us again, and then there were three tourists coming over to ask if they could take photo of us, and then asked to take a photo WITH us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he thought Sara and &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; haven't graduate from Primary School. #(%&amp;amp;*@!#$*(&amp;amp;#@$*(#@~!@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 547px; height: 410px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/uswiththetourists.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're from America, and so funny when one of them interviewed us! Yi Chen SHOULD have been there, it was hard understanding their slang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"how old are you?"&lt;br /&gt;Joyce: "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;huh&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;"how old are you"&lt;br /&gt;Joyce: "pardon?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it took awhile for us to communicate with them, hah.&lt;br /&gt;then he said SOMETHING like&lt;br /&gt;"so you gals shopping alone"&lt;br /&gt;Joyce: "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;huh&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;"i mean, you gals shopping only"&lt;br /&gt;Joyce: "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;huh&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;"where are the guys?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "boys?"&lt;br /&gt;"yah, boys"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The boys at home&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk!&lt;br /&gt;T_T I mean at their own home! not at my house! AHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Note: this is not the real scenario, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.. don't you wish it was super junior? heh! X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, had a lot of fun! joyce is cute! and slept with yvonne teo, she kept laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 531px; height: 398px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/sleepingwtihvonne.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.. the view there is super beautiful. except there weren't any stars cos it was too early.. not 1am yet, my dear. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we went home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 556px; height: 417px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/sevenofus-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUNNY TRIP BACK HOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were only 7 seats in the train, so 8 of us squeezed into this 7 seats.&lt;br /&gt;At Marina Bay, 8 boys came in.&lt;br /&gt;1 said, "Only 7 seats, 1 have to stand."&lt;br /&gt;One was left standing, and then someone who was seating said,&lt;br /&gt;"We can squeeze"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So the 8 of them squeezed into 7 seats right in front of us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed at them.&lt;br /&gt;They laughed at us.&lt;br /&gt;One of them said,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't laugh lor! You all 8 we also 8 leh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Somemore is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;8 girls 8 guys&lt;/span&gt;, HAHA!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then one of them walked further down the cabin, so the rest of them followed, so left the 8 girls le! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/truefriends.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's so beautiful when she lets her hair down, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yvonne&lt;/span&gt;~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/foreverfrens.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever friends (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall end of with ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 429px; height: 572px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/darlingmarryme.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey darling this one's for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dl style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Roses are red,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Violets are blue,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Sugar is sweet;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;And so are you&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549947198604969279-1966930825024677363?l=littlehappygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1966930825024677363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549947198604969279&amp;postID=1966930825024677363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/1966930825024677363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/1966930825024677363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/day-out_20.html' title='Day Out'/><author><name>Shermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021071963873833727</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-2549947198604969279.post-1691954067564772461</id><published>2007-10-20T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T08:27:23.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday!</title><content type='html'>Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=598159080&amp;amp;highlight"&gt;Ong Wen Lin&lt;/a&gt; for the photos again, HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Sports Carnival on Friday, eh.. it's a little boring for some spectators, haha.&lt;br /&gt;so 3F had to go to the Multi-purpose hall and sit down to look @ people playing table-tennis, aiyo..... they keep dropping the&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; BALLS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember playing it with Shi Li when i was primary six, and how inspired we were to be top table-tennis players and intend to take part in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;olympics&lt;/span&gt;, LOL. and i remember how i wanted my husband to be a &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;badminton player&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; from the olympics.. aha, all that childishness!&lt;br /&gt;and i remember Shi Li and I wanted to go to Sports School &lt;i&gt;together&lt;/i&gt; after our PSLE, but it turned out we both didn't and now we aren't even talking or making it a point to contact each other. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;haix!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 592px; height: 444px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/chungcheng.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till now I don't understand what this&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 8 characters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; mean. sorry.. chinese ain't that good, X(.&lt;br /&gt;The principal and Mrs Sim always &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;constantly&lt;/span&gt; remind us of our moral values and sch motto, but till now it isn't registered in my head.. i wonder who else memorize them, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, the chinese school song is also too difficult for me to memorize. :(&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand it either, heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to sports carnival, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wenlin &lt;/span&gt;brought her camera! (: so she took photos &amp;amp; mrs tan borrowed the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 574px; height: 430px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/joycegang.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy and her gang, all of them looking so sweet !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 576px; height: 432px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/mrstan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mrs Tan was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;teleported &lt;/span&gt;in ! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 572px; height: 429px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/wanqi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pei Fang, Wen Lin, Wan Qi and Sze Yee! wenlin look soooooo happy lor, and she reveal her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sexy&lt;/span&gt; legs, wahahahha.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; sexy&lt;/span&gt; legs, wahahha. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sexy&lt;/span&gt; legs, wahahha&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;sexy&lt;/span&gt; legs, wahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 579px; height: 434px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/us.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl, Wenlin, Shermaine, Yvonne, Yi kai.. =0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 576px; height: 432px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/mrstan2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think Mrs Tan still have the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'inner-child&lt;/span&gt;' in her, or maybe like what Joyce Ng said before about everyone having an inner-child. I wonder what would happen to my friends and I 10 years later, would we still be joking around and laughing loudly in shopping centres?&lt;br /&gt;Or would we sit around a table quietly, strangers to each other? hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that it was really too bored so we played a game of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;dee dee dee . ji dan ji dan kan shui de xian puo! &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[translation: di di di. chicken egg chicken egg see which one first break!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 546px; height: 409px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/hands.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so everyone's chicken eggs were broken, lol. my hand is the one on the left!! see the blood clots? whose fault is it ah? who beat so hard one ah? * stares at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gamaliel&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 559px; height: 420px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/shyness.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gamaliel:&lt;/span&gt; What?! my fault again ah?! *hides face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wen Jie&lt;/span&gt;: haha.. i'm innocent. *world peace*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yi Chen&lt;/span&gt;: Yo, I'm the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;master&lt;/span&gt; of the hand-beaters. With my powerful hammering hands, no one can beat me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yvonne:&lt;/span&gt; Nooooooooooooo.. don't steal my title!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. ignore me, i'm just very, very bored now.. and boredom sometimes make me imagine too much, heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went forward to play "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MURDERER&lt;/span&gt;".. damn fun, haha!&lt;br /&gt;This time , since we had shortage of paper and pen, someone woul dhave to go around to tap the people's back to decide who is murderer, victim and detective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One tap = You're a Murderer&lt;br /&gt;Two Tap = You're a Detective&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 563px; height: 422px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/murderer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne and Wan Qi so cute lor! they said something like 'wenlin you die a terrible death' in chinese.. and wenlin laughed, she seem very happy that she died! :S.. i thought yvonne was s'ppose to be the ghost in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 561px; height: 421px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/frens-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the FIRST photo I took with &lt;a href="http://www.-paintedfence.blogspot.com/"&gt;Joyce Ng&lt;/a&gt; ever! X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 556px; height: 417px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/longlegs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the SECOND photo I took with her! haha, and my legs are so much longer.. but my body is so much shorter.. rwah~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 574px; height: 431px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/cutiepies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh.. aren't their smiles vibrant?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that we went to lecture theatre to watch a very nice show from Discovery Channel. Thanks Mr Thong ! It was damn funny,&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;PENGUIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; can only jump 6m!&lt;/span&gt; haha. frog rocks! X)&lt;br /&gt;I used to have terrapins and frogs as a pet.. and I used to be so afraid of frogs because it always jummp around when i was washing the 'tank'. I remembered it jump out of my hands and jump around the house and I had a hard -time catching it since my hands are so tiny. :(&lt;br /&gt;haha, and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ELEPHANT&lt;/span&gt; cannot lift weights, right wenlin?! X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Frog IS the most powerful of them all.&lt;/span&gt;. X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it was recess, many people gathered at the sports hall to see them play basketball.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a photo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 562px; height: 421px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/hahahaha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From the left:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gamaliel Ma [english horse: &lt;s&gt;black&lt;/s&gt;white beauty]&lt;br /&gt;Wen Jie [sexy back?! LOL]&lt;br /&gt;nicholas lim [strawberry head]&lt;br /&gt;guan chiap [retro hair boy; curry puff head]&lt;br /&gt;lua jian wei [can't think of any..dunno him much in pri sch]&lt;br /&gt;ng hong quan [&lt;s&gt;bald&lt;/s&gt;hairy head]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa.. i really liked the trick when Jadrien bounced the ball hard on the floor to trick Jasper! haha, shall tease abt it to jasper some time, since he's such a &lt;s&gt;big&lt;/s&gt; fat &lt;s&gt;stupid ugly idiotic smelly stinky barbaric&lt;/s&gt; bully..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; BLUE &lt;/span&gt;house was the overall winner! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;YELLOW&lt;/span&gt; house was the last!&lt;br /&gt;stupid, haha. Leona and I were predicting in the morning that yellow will get first again since yellow always get first since we are sec one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after recess went to multi-purpose hall, i had a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GREAT &lt;/span&gt;time. X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and saw Leona again! we both agreed that it was the sec 4s who helped yellow to win first place constantly.. with the sec 4s gone,&lt;br /&gt;Shall end off with ..&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOOD LUCK TO WEI XUAN, WEI QUAN, YAN XING, JASPER LEE FOR THE LAST STAGE&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; [and other people who are taking o'lvls and n'lvls too.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 564px; height: 423px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/chungcheng2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Failure is a stepping stone to success&lt;br /&gt;You never know success if you never know failure&lt;br /&gt;Oh, sweet victory-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549947198604969279-1691954067564772461?l=littlehappygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1691954067564772461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549947198604969279&amp;postID=1691954067564772461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/1691954067564772461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/1691954067564772461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/friday.html' title='Friday!'/><author><name>Shermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021071963873833727</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-2549947198604969279.post-1667809871038452834</id><published>2007-10-19T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T08:16:53.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bang!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QDm03Foq2T0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QDm03Foq2T0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to HQ for this song, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very meaningful.. I don't know what else to complain about now.&lt;br /&gt;There are times where people make use of others, or when people get made used of....&lt;br /&gt;Those who make use of others never know how bad that is.&lt;br /&gt;Those who get made used of knows it hurts, and this may continue to hurt years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is life! (:&lt;br /&gt;So why not live every other day happily ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;hey, passing stranger.&lt;br /&gt;what do you know about us?&lt;br /&gt;tell me, who do you have-&lt;br /&gt;in times of need and grey?&lt;br /&gt;you bring along your cold stare&lt;br /&gt;who's gonna warm you when you're bare..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549947198604969279-1667809871038452834?l=littlehappygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1667809871038452834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549947198604969279&amp;postID=1667809871038452834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/1667809871038452834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/1667809871038452834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/bang.html' title='bang!'/><author><name>Shermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021071963873833727</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-2549947198604969279.post-6850940489281489438</id><published>2007-10-18T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T09:06:49.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;GOD BLESS YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, what can we all do..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549947198604969279-6850940489281489438?l=littlehappygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6850940489281489438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549947198604969279&amp;postID=6850940489281489438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/6850940489281489438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/6850940489281489438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/quotation.html' title='Quotation'/><author><name>Shermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021071963873833727</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-2549947198604969279.post-2316211237349108328</id><published>2007-10-17T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T08:29:38.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kbox again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS TO &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ONG WEN LIN&lt;/span&gt; FOR PHOTOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" 5 chicken rice , 5 hot lemon tea"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 489px; height: 367px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/icelemontee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up having 9 cups of tea due to the extension of time ! X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 479px; height: 359px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/food.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks yummy? Looks rare deceiving.. they look rather neat in the plate don't they? I really like the idea of chicken floss with rice, never tried that before.. the chicken ok la, tender enough.. the rest........... er... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! we went to kbox again, because it was only $5+++ as they had their anniversary or something. big thanks to wenjie who told me that, 'else i wouldn't know a thing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we headed off to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amk's big mac centre kbox&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 514px; height: 386px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/cold.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so cold.. just like being in a freezer *shivers*&lt;br /&gt;Anyway cold is good, so when you sing song you can vibrate your notes and fake it like a professional.. and instead of going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you go..&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ahh..h.h.h.h.h..hh........h....~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed on to neBo after that, yi kai wasn't at amk anymore.&lt;br /&gt;ate strawberry waffle, mm.. too sweet, shld have bought the butter one, haha X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wenlin ate calamari rings, but lied to me that it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;onion rings&lt;/span&gt;! boohoohoo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 332px; height: 249px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/D-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, our hero gave us a treat in Pizza Hut!!!&lt;br /&gt;yah, gam was really funny, in fact, his whole family is funny!&lt;br /&gt;something about the "eat more" thing, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 463px; height: 348px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/cheeky.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there you go. X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so Wen Lin, Gamaliel and I ate beef lasagne and drank ice-PEACh tea and chicken soup.&lt;br /&gt;Hong Quan had spaghetti, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, we tried putting CHEESE in soup, didn't taste all that bad. X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 495px; height: 371px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/lasagne.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lasagne was very very filling, i just love cheese.. except &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; cheese, haha.&lt;br /&gt;blue cheese is horrible lor, i wonder how cheese lovers can take it, it looks like rotten cheese, smells like rotten cheese..taste like one... but some peopel go 'mmm very nice' T_T&lt;br /&gt;maybe its just different taste buds, i don't know. X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tell me&lt;br /&gt;in a river of icy water&lt;br /&gt;can you still see your own reflection?&lt;br /&gt;now go&lt;br /&gt;to a river of clear water&lt;br /&gt;beneath that reflection lies someone so different&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/2549947198604969279-2316211237349108328?l=littlehappygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2316211237349108328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549947198604969279&amp;postID=2316211237349108328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/2316211237349108328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/2316211237349108328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/kbox-again.html' title='Kbox again!'/><author><name>Shermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021071963873833727</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-2549947198604969279.post-4067730220575671329</id><published>2007-10-15T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T08:34:48.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day Out.</title><content type='html'>Today went out with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yvonne Teo, Yi Kai and Wen Lin&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;was commanded to dress punk by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yvonne&lt;/span&gt;, but each of us had our own genre, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yvonne&lt;/span&gt; dressed punky[damn nice, like S.H.E!], &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yi kai&lt;/span&gt; dressed funky [vibrant orange!!] and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wenlin&lt;/span&gt; dressed gothic, like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lolita&lt;/span&gt;, X) and I dressed Victorian, like white ghost again? don't care, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 643px; height: 482px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/frens.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So four all of us shopped around, saw this really big plushie for $39.90.. so nice to touch, so nice to feel, so nice to molest. But yvonne said that the fur will turn hard after a period of time, so it doesn't seem worth buying.. in fact, $39.90 is so expensive! haha, ok, this is so unnecessary X).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was thinking of &lt;a href="http://www.-paintedfence.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joyce Ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and she smsed me! said that she was going to IMM, and that celeste was also in bugis! don't know who is she, but her name always sound so familar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we headed to food court and eat,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 407px; height: 305px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/yikai.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a photo of yiiiiiiiiii kai, i shoot her secretly XP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/vonne.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne looks nice with her hair let down, and i especially like her skirt, look like got jewels on it ! X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yvonne bought &lt;/span&gt;a bowl of BAN Mee, and Wenlin and I bought a bowl of Beef noodles which cost $3.80. It was tasty, the first beef noodles I ever ate you know? So i don't know what's the standard of it in singapore, but the beef was chewy enough.. noodles was fine..soup was fragrant. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 491px; height: 370px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/beefballsoup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks plain? tts cos i asked for no veg, no beanstalk, ahahaha. i dont like veg! i dont like ! NOOO~ i dont like!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wenlin &lt;/span&gt;was very kind enough to exchange it with me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thanks wenlin!&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;after that we walked awhile, saw Norvin [&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'M ALWAYS SEEING HIM EVERYTIME I GO OUT, IN SCHOOL, EVERYWHERE?!&lt;/span&gt;] again !!!!!! then we went home&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;, stupid taxi drive&lt;/span&gt;r kept changing gear, i don't know if he purposely or he doesn't know how to drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of going home, i went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wenlin&lt;/span&gt;'s house instead! haha, she was very kind to let me use her piano again, how I wish I had a piano man! i should have saved money since 5 years old for a piano, oh.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;piano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 270px; height: 203px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/PICT0057.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A random -stuff of Piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My piano doesn't have a name.&lt;br /&gt;I don't play it, for it isn't a game&lt;br /&gt;My piano doesn't gain me fame&lt;br /&gt;but with it at night i shall reign&lt;br /&gt;in kingdoms i own and dreams i shall fly,&lt;br /&gt;just with keys pressed in shiny black and white.&lt;br /&gt;And soon echoes leave off notes to die,&lt;br /&gt;the end has come, it's time for goodbye&lt;br /&gt;but upon waking i have realised&lt;br /&gt;there's no piano, there's no name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's true isn't it? about people, not being satisfied with what they have.&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the grass is always greener on the other side. will you ever be content, on your side of the fence&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;i've got a keyboard, but i want a piano. i bet if i have a piano, i want a grand piano. X(&lt;br /&gt;i should do some soul searching, *hides in her own ghost hive again*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549947198604969279-4067730220575671329?l=littlehappygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4067730220575671329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549947198604969279&amp;postID=4067730220575671329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/4067730220575671329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/4067730220575671329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/day-out.html' title='A Day Out.'/><author><name>Shermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021071963873833727</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-2549947198604969279.post-800280302458282578</id><published>2007-10-14T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T09:21:01.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Botanic Gardens</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Presenting&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*drum rolls*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;family day-out &lt;/span&gt;at Botanic Garden! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Featuring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Lau Da, Mr. David&lt;/span&gt;..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 556px; height: 418px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/papa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Lau Er, Mrs Josephine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="width: 401px; height: 407px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/MAMIIIE.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Scary Lau San, Melvin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 396px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/melvin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lau Si, Shermaine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/tiny.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we all four took the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MRT&lt;/span&gt; to Orchard Road, before taking a bus ___ [DON'T KNOW WHAT NUMBER] to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Botanic Gardens&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/busstop.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel anyhow taking photo again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we ended up alighting the bus one stop earlier! So we had to walk one more stop, and the journey was damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/middlesex.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome To &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;middleSEX&lt;/span&gt; road. X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cheeky&lt;/span&gt; papa first to discover it! Haha, don't worry, he isn't pointing middle finger..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes walk, we finally reached &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Botanical Gardens&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First&lt;/span&gt; stop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHIONG TO FOOD COURT&lt;/span&gt; ah!! HUAT AH~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 554px; height: 416px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/hungry.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm buay song. I'm unhappy. I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;I want food. I need food. I want to eat.&lt;br /&gt;No food = no energy = no smile = no laughter = angry shermaine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 547px; height: 411px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/chickenrice.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here comes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plate of chicken rice&lt;/span&gt;. Look at the shape of the rice! Er, chicken not nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Soup? Damn shiok.&lt;/span&gt; I recommend &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cheese Prata&lt;/span&gt;, don't have the photo here since I gobbled it down straightaway. It cost &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$2 for ONE cheese Prata&lt;/span&gt;! X) That's the price you have to pay for good food..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting our stomaches filled, we went ahead with our journey to the Boh teh nik garden.&lt;br /&gt;Many &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COUPLE&lt;/span&gt;s were having their wedding shots taken there! X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/marriage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First thought&lt;/span&gt; that came to my mind was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isn't she gorgeous?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Second thought &lt;/span&gt;that came to my mind was:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, how am I going to grow that tall ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Answer&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They invented high heels. X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered someone telling me that his/her uncle married a wife taller than him, and he had to actually stand on books ! X) It's quite sweet, because it seems to fulfill the saying of '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love overcomes all things&lt;/span&gt;'.. doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, but I read it on the forum something about the difference between the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; dream world and reality world&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dreamworld: He must accept me as who I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reality world: I must change for who he wants me to be. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, then we walked.. and walked and walked for so damn long. Saw many dogs, saw many little children, so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I really missed that&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; angmoh baby&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;blue eyes&lt;/span&gt;, so blue that I could see the colour of a lake running in those eyes. Her father was so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; lor! My brother was actually using the videocam to record her secretly, and he let my brother record by bringing the girl nearer to us leh! So friendly, haha. X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw Yvonne Teo's favourite animal, though it's a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;tortise/turtle&lt;/span&gt; instead of a terrapin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 545px; height: 409px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/YVNNE.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, they had.. more than a dozen of those in the lake. Little children were feeding bread and all kind of food inside, and they were so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt; when the fish were eating their bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So innocent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 554px; height: 415px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/drooling.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time seeing a swan, though I preferred the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;flamingo&lt;/span&gt; I saw when I was Primary one in the zoo.. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel's photoshot skills not bad huh? He could actually take the swan... drooling?!&lt;br /&gt;I liked the way the swan swims, with it's tail flapping around behind. ok, 'flapping' is not the correct verb to use... the swan's butt is so cute i feel like spanking it ! *grins evilly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND A GIRL FELL INTO THE POND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily her father caught her quickly, or else she might have dropped in too deep.&lt;br /&gt;It was scary, everyone was like screaming "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ah!&lt;/span&gt;" when she fell in.&lt;br /&gt;She was very brave though, didn't cry.. in fact, she still gave that 'i'm-in-a-daze' look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/taller.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this really &lt;u&gt;tall&lt;/u&gt; grassy place.. oh, I think only Hao Sen and Yao Ming can pluck the flowers lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/pakorma.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa Mama Kor Kor X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 580px; height: 435px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/karate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruce Lee vs. Chicken Little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 569px; height: 401px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/FAMILY.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EXTREMELY HAPPPPPPPPPPY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note: Sorry to Jia Wei, Kang Ming, Demi and the rest for not going Sentosa today..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; esp. jiawei, nxt time then ride bike with you okay T_T. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something random:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 540px; height: 405px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/KISS.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;eep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;imple, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;illy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;B1: Are you thinking what I'm thinking?&lt;br /&gt;B2: I'm thinking what you're thinking!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. STOP SMILING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549947198604969279-800280302458282578?l=littlehappygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/800280302458282578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549947198604969279&amp;postID=800280302458282578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/800280302458282578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/800280302458282578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/botanic-gardens.html' title='Botanic Gardens'/><author><name>Shermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021071963873833727</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-2549947198604969279.post-5168647744181945014</id><published>2007-10-13T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T10:34:06.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kbox!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KBOXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX ! BOX BOX BOX~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/101_0418.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;left&lt;/span&gt;: WenJie, Sheryl, Me, Gamaliel, Old Man Chen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was great fun, haha! To celebrate the end of EOYs, we decided to go to Cineleisure's kbox to sing.&lt;br /&gt;So they went to eat &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pasta Mania&lt;/span&gt; first, tho' I didn't eat since I ate &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt; with vonne and xiuyi earlier on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/101_0388.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really look like an old man, doesn't he? X) cheekopek staring at people, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/101_0392.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the food came. I didn't know Pasta had SOOO many different types!&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* The garlic bread didn't taste very good, kinda plain. It tasted better dipping in clam chowder, and.. and....... Chen's beef balls[&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;please don't think dirty&lt;/span&gt;] can make you feel &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;super full&lt;/span&gt; just by chewing one ball! so.. unless you are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really hungry&lt;/span&gt;, don't eat cow's balls . X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got the best room number-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; thirty eight(38)&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/101_0403.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, cineleisure's kbox is really cool. They had this 'sunlight' icons on the walls which glows and changes colour every other minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone was super high after singing Linkin' Park's song! Was it numb, i can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/teeth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wenjie so high!?! haha. Look at chen.. old man's getting tired I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sang a lot, but I still think it wasn't enough time! I think we sang more English songs than chinese songs, and damn funny, someone chose "How much is that doggy in the window?" and I can't stop laughing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How much is that doggy in the window?&lt;br /&gt;WOOF WOOF [at the background of the song]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ah.. i don't know why kindergarten songs always excite me, haha~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they had this very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;special drink&lt;/span&gt; now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOT COKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 473px; height: 354px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/DSC01721.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gam took Hot Coffee, and gosh... he just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DRANK&lt;/span&gt; it in one gulp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shermaine : " YOU DRINK FINISH YOUR COFFEE?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gamaliel: "Why? cannot ah?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shermaine: " BUT I JUST SAW YOU PUTTING IN SUGAR!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gamaliel: "Ya.. so?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shermaine: " OMG! SO FAST!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gamaliel gives his trademark stare again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/101_0396.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was termed as 'ghost' by Wen Jie, so here's a lady ghost singing Eternal flame..&lt;br /&gt;marmi's favourite song.. =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Close your eyes, give me your hand, darling.&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel my heart beating, do you understand?&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel the same?&lt;br /&gt;Am I only dreaming? Is this burning, an eternal flame? " &lt;/span&gt;*winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/101_0398copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was wondering why is chen covering the mic?! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chen and Sheryl &lt;/span&gt;sang very soft lorrrrrrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl puts her mic so far away from her, so can't really hear her voice but it sounded sweet..&lt;br /&gt;As usual, wenjie sings very nice lor. He should seriously join&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; campus superstar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/101_0399.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang Collin Raye's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love me&lt;/span&gt; ! omg, gam can sing quite well! haha, besties forever~ X).&lt;br /&gt;strangely, he doesn't sound like a robot when he sings! like, a lot of emotions put into the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still like them singing linkin' park song the best, it was so fun to make sheryl go deaf, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I WANNA HEAR~ I WANNA FEEL WHAT I THOUGHT WAS NEVER REAL."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhh.. so fun, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/101_0421.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twist X).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/101_0414.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/101_0419.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DOUBLE HAAAAAAAAPPPY~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks &lt;a href="http://www.randombleah.blogspot.com/"&gt;wen jie&lt;/a&gt; for most of the photos, hehs! X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random picture +  caption:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 611px; height: 457px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y198/xiaodianzi/esca.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You take me higher, you take me higher than heaven.&lt;br /&gt;You gave me faith, you stuck around.&lt;br /&gt;You gave me strength to move on.&lt;br /&gt;I have no doubt, I'm gonna hold my head high.&lt;br /&gt;This time round, I'm gonna keep my feet on the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549947198604969279-5168647744181945014?l=littlehappygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5168647744181945014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549947198604969279&amp;postID=5168647744181945014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/5168647744181945014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549947198604969279/posts/default/5168647744181945014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehappygirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/kbox.html' title='Kbox!'/><author><name>Shermaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021071963873833727</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>
