<?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-19539711</id><updated>2011-07-08T11:44:02.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>--[Elegance]--</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19539711.post-5368471446877662144</id><published>2009-09-29T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T20:09:33.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ris low Rant.</title><content type='html'>In regards to this:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.straitstimes.com/Breaking%2BNews/Singapore/Story/STIStory_435832.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, but I &lt;b&gt;have&lt;/b&gt; to rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So perhaps her spoken English could also be an effect from her Bipolar disorder.&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm sorry...&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;!? Who was this quoted from, or did you people make it up yourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I did a search on bipolar disorders, and this is what I came up with [definition by wikipedia]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Bipolar disorder, also known as manic depressive disorder or bipolar affective disorder, is a psychiatric diagnosis that describes a category of &lt;b&gt;mood disorders&lt;/b&gt; defined by the presence of one or more episodes of abnormally elevated mood clinically referred to as mania or, if milder, hypomania.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;There is &lt;b&gt;NO WHERE&lt;/b&gt; in that whole chunk of words that can imply in the slightest that bipolar can change a person speaking "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;perfectly good English" into one who wields the English language worse then a 3 year old kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Giving her the benefit of the doubt, I googled "bipolar affecting speech" and I got something known as pressured speech. Again, let me quote the definition of it. [bipolar.about.com]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dr. Jacob L. Driesen defines pressured speech as "&lt;b&gt;rapid, virtually nonstop, often loud and emphatic, seemingly driven, and usually hard to interrupt&lt;/b&gt;. It typically &lt;b&gt;occurs in mania&lt;/b&gt; and in some drug-induced states and in severe anxiety states." In her book &lt;i&gt;Bipolar Disorders,&lt;/i&gt; Mitzi Waltz uses the phrase "motormouth" to describe pressured speech.&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now, I reviewed the video on RazorTV. She did NOT seem to be "in mania", nor was it "rapid, virtually unstoppable, loud, driven" or "hard to interupt". She was comfortable and casual, even inserting quite plainly that she strutted down Orchard road in a bigini. She could've been a slight bit nervous, but probably nothing amounting to severity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Are you people in Straits Times reading this? If the statement was meant as a sarcastic comment, kindly state so. Otherwise, if may lead to many others thinking that maybe, just MAYBE, it was a possibility. This. Is. Not. Even. the &lt;i&gt;Slightest&lt;/i&gt;. bit. possible, or at least it hasn't been proven at the current moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The bipolar disorder is a mental disorder that &lt;b&gt;may &lt;/b&gt;affect speech in times of severe nervousness or panic. While it affects speech, it makes the one suffering from this disorder speak in a rushed manner, and not like &lt;i&gt;half their brain got shaved off with a cheese grater.&lt;/i&gt; It is also presumbly temporary and will wear off when their panic attacks settle down. As shown in the newspaper interview and the razorTV youtube interview, it seems that this is her normal way of speaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Please. I can maybe understand blaming her stealing on the bipolar, but the way the ERM is conducting itself is just plain ridiculous. "We didn't know" is not a valid excuse [as told many many times in attending school].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;We felt that person who made fun of her on YouTube was malicious and did not do her justice. The video clip was presented in a way to ridicule her&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sorry, presented in a way to ridicule her? Was there a mustache drawn on her face? A paper with "BIMBO!" stuck on her forehead? No, there wasn't. The questions were perfectly reasonable interview questions, and from there on it was just pure her. No one made her say what she said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The incident was a one-time interview which misled the Singapore public to believe she spoke English poorly.&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Miss Singapore World was a one-time 10 second thing too. That, coupled together with the fact that it was being filmed for the whole of Singapore to view, with judges judging her every move, and contestants behind her acting as competition. She probably CAN speak good English [then again, if she couldn't she would be a failure to Singapore and it's emphasis on English as it's first language], however the real fact behind it is that though she can, she doesn't do it often and that is what is peeving Singapore: Our 'beauty queen' in her true colours. The ugly canvas with the pretty veneer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I can keep going on, seriously, but quoting is getting pretty tiring, and I'll just end it at that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-5368471446877662144?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/5368471446877662144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=5368471446877662144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/5368471446877662144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/5368471446877662144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2009/09/ris-low-rant.html' title='Ris low Rant.'/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-624559593523267728</id><published>2009-07-10T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T22:00:14.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm killing the blog again. So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and for the record, LUCA OWES ME FIFTY BUCKS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-624559593523267728?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/624559593523267728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=624559593523267728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/624559593523267728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/624559593523267728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-killing-blog-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-6719648357513977778</id><published>2009-05-02T22:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T22:15:25.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoo...This is what I've been doing for the last few weekends. Sketch was done by Esther, and I did the lineart and colouring. Don't ask me what happened to the alpha egg form. I ate it. It's called Silaevia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAIBgUypp1s/SfxULm_NbjI/AAAAAAAAAE4/mU9HScVZw0U/s1600-h/Silaevia+pure+shrunk.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAIBgUypp1s/SfxULm_NbjI/AAAAAAAAAE4/mU9HScVZw0U/s400/Silaevia+pure+shrunk.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331228617320787506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SAIBgUypp1s/SfxUL9WS5tI/AAAAAAAAAFA/fuRamGLZhDo/s1600-h/Silaevia+Pure+Omega+shrunk.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 359px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SAIBgUypp1s/SfxUL9WS5tI/AAAAAAAAAFA/fuRamGLZhDo/s400/Silaevia+Pure+Omega+shrunk.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331228623323195090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-6719648357513977778?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/6719648357513977778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=6719648357513977778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/6719648357513977778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/6719648357513977778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2009/05/whoo.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAIBgUypp1s/SfxULm_NbjI/AAAAAAAAAE4/mU9HScVZw0U/s72-c/Silaevia+pure+shrunk.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19539711.post-376927099213639901</id><published>2009-04-05T15:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:48:08.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What YOU can do with a METAL BIBLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Sorry, I feel random today)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When getting mugged on the way to school, do not fret. Instead, follow these steps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;After he empties you with everything that looks valuable and starts running, Yell in a really loud 'religious' voice: "THE WORD OF MY GOD SHALL PASS JUDGEMENT UNTO YOU, EVIL SINNER!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aim and throw the bible at the mugger's head.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After a thunk is heard and the man is observed to slump unto the floor, calmly take your belongings back. You may also want to empty him of his belongings.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wipe off the blood with a piece of tissue, and continue on your way to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-376927099213639901?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/376927099213639901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=376927099213639901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/376927099213639901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/376927099213639901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-you-can-do-with-metal-bible-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-1168486771802861047</id><published>2009-03-22T19:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T20:34:47.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Valenth is PISSING ME OFF right about now..so I'm going to use this post to post links for easier feeding for myself. Ignore this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jack Sparrow - 1st priority Moody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://valenth.com/info/366414/Buttercreme+Bar"&gt;Buttercreme Bar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://valenth.com/info/366414/Wyrm+Fruit"&gt;Wyrm Fruit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://valenth.com/info/366414/Stolen+Soul"&gt;Stolen Soul&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://valenth.com/info/366414/Stuffed+Sprite"&gt;Stuffed Sprite&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://valenth.com/info/366414/Tainted+Ichor"&gt;Tainted Ichor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://valenth.com/info/366414/Suspicious+Green+Treat"&gt;Suspicious Green Treat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 - 1st Priority Calm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://valenth.com/info/366417/Gummi+Prrb"&gt;Gummi Prrb&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://valenth.com/info/366417/Faerwethr+Roast"&gt;Faerwethr Roast&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://valenth.com/info/366417/Balance+Elixir"&gt;Balance Elixir&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://valenth.com/info/366417/Sparkling+Water"&gt;Sparkling Water&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://valenth.com/info/366417/Strawberry+Tart"&gt;Strawberry Tart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Helios - 1st Priority Eager&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://valenth.com/info/366422/Sundrop"&gt;Sundrop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://valenth.com/info/366422/Ambrosia+Nectar"&gt;Ambrosia Nectar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://valenth.com/info/366422/Dreamdust"&gt;Dreamdust&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://valenth.com/info/366422/Sunstone+Pear"&gt;Sunstone Pear&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://valenth.com/info/366422/Jelly+Syringe"&gt;Jelly Syringe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jack Sparrow - Levelling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://valenth.com/info/366414/Gummi+Prrb"&gt;Gummi Prrb&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://valenth.com/info/366414/Faerwethr+Roast"&gt;Faerwethr Roast&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://valenth.com/info/366414/Balance+Elixir"&gt;Balance Elixir&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://valenth.com/info/366414/Sparkling+Water"&gt;Sparkling Water&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://valenth.com/info/366414/Strawberry+Tart"&gt;Strawberry Tart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=" http://valenth.com/info/366414/Sundrop"&gt;Sundrop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://valenth.com/info/366414/Ambrosia+Nectar"&gt;Ambrosia Nectar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://valenth.com/info/366414/Dreamdust"&gt;Dreamdust&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://valenth.com/info/366414/Sunstone+Pear"&gt;Sunstone Pear&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://valenth.com/info/366414/Jelly+Syringe"&gt;Jelly Syringe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 - Levelling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://valenth.com/info/366417/Buttercreme+Bar"&gt;Buttercreme Bar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://valenth.com/info/366417/Wyrm+Fruit"&gt;Wyrm Fruit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://valenth.com/info/366417/Stolen+Soul"&gt;Stolen Soul&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://valenth.com/info/366417/Stuffed+Sprite"&gt;Stuffed Sprite&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://valenth.com/info/366417/Tainted+Ichor"&gt;Tainted Ichor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=" http://valenth.com/info/366417/Suspicious+Green+Treat"&gt;Suspicious Green Treat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://valenth.com/info/366417/Sundrop"&gt;Sundrop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://valenth.com/info/366417/Ambrosia+Nectar"&gt;Ambrosia Nectar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://valenth.com/info/366417/Dreamdust"&gt;Dreamdust&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://valenth.com/info/366417/Sunstone+Pear"&gt;Sunstone Pear&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://valenth.com/info/366417/Jelly+Syringe"&gt;Jelly Syringe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Helios - Levelling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://valenth.com/info/366422/Buttercreme+Bar"&gt;Buttercreme Bar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://valenth.com/info/366422/Wyrm+Fruit"&gt;Wyrm Fruit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://valenth.com/info/366422/Stolen+Soul"&gt;Stolen Soul&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://valenth.com/info/366422/Stuffed+Sprite"&gt;Stuffed Sprite&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://valenth.com/info/366422/Tainted+Ichor"&gt;Tainted Ichor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://valenth.com/info/366422/Suspicious+Green+Treat"&gt;Suspcious Green Treat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://valenth.com/info/366422/Gummi+Prrb"&gt;Gummi Prrb&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://valenth.com/info/366422/Faerwethr+Roast"&gt;Faerwethr Roast&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://valenth.com/info/366422/Balance+Elixir"&gt;Balance Elixir&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://valenth.com/info/366422/Sparkling+Water"&gt;Sparkling Water&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://valenth.com/info/366422/Strawberry+Tart"&gt;Strawberry Tart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-1168486771802861047?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/1168486771802861047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=1168486771802861047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/1168486771802861047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/1168486771802861047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2009/03/valenth-is-pissing-me-off-right-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-7831688742266235705</id><published>2009-03-18T21:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T21:05:51.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got burnt. by a glue gun. And what's your first instinct when hot glue touches your flesh? You try to get it off. In the process, I peeled off MY OWN SKIN. holy CRAP. I never knew it was freaking humanely POSSIBLE. DAMN. Just a bit higher and I might be considered a very well equipped emokia.....its somewhere just below and to the right of a vein of my wrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not talking to you Daryl.......oh and I'm NEVER going Ngee Ann Poly. I'm sorry its not a personal grudge to the teachers or people in the school. Its just....Too damn far, too damn isolated and too damn lacking of air-conditioned walkways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-7831688742266235705?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/7831688742266235705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=7831688742266235705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/7831688742266235705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/7831688742266235705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-got-burnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-4300768354291829027</id><published>2009-03-09T18:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T21:48:14.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This made me laugh so hard. Rofl. Got help from my iPhone's shuffle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Put your iTunes/Napster/Zune Player/WinAmp/etc on shuffle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;4. Tag 10 or more friends who might enjoy doing this as well as the person you got it from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Yo Mama Jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The Best Damn Thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Numb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Salut d'amour Op.12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What Makes a Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Fences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Who Said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What's This?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Broken Wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Rehab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Let the Flames Begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1001 Arabian Nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Like A Knife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The Boys are Back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Tyrant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Dance, dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;An Improvisation Of Canon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Who Will I Be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Gotta Find You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;HOW WILL YOU DIE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Now or Never [LOL!?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Believe In Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Should've Said No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You Make Me Feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Leave (get out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Shadow Of The Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Another Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Believe Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;East Northumberland High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-4300768354291829027?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/4300768354291829027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=4300768354291829027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/4300768354291829027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/4300768354291829027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-made-me-laugh-so-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-3677155394191555498</id><published>2009-02-20T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T21:40:58.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well. Today sucked. Today was hit-gwen-with-a-projectile day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got hit by a flying ball in PE on the thigh, and got mowed over by a flying Charmaine trying to GET to the flying ball after that -.-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which we went to help out at some athletes competition thing, where Chieh Lee, Esther, Rizuan [replaced by...Joshua from 2/3] and Me were in charge of the Javelin part, and by Javelin I mean things that looked like a PETrocket =_=;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got hit once of the god damned forehead by the OTHER team, twice on the arm, once on the ankle. Damn. Those lil athletes sure can throw &gt;&lt;;;;;; Ow &gt;: Now I'm like 3 shades darker then i was before and sticky. EEW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-3677155394191555498?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/3677155394191555498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=3677155394191555498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/3677155394191555498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/3677155394191555498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2009/02/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-1837479959253890615</id><published>2009-02-17T17:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T17:43:57.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH. MY. GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or in Rizuan's words....&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ROFLMAYO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOPPED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Chinese. CHINESE! OF ALL SUBJECTS. In my class. Holy crap. ROFL. I don't know whether to feel happy, insulted, totally high or emo. I sat for this dumb test in Chinese class, included was one close passage and comprehension passage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I randomly chose any words that seemed familiar for the cloze passage. And I got 21/30. Holy crap. Yes I can't stop saying holy crap. Holy crap. Totally freaked out here. I guess I could relate to what the passage was talking about [Something like this 30+ year old man worked there for most of his life and when he was nearing retirement age he got fired, so he emoed around in a coffee shop and one day he met his friend and together they started a new business] as my dad got fired at 30-40 cos apparently they didn't need an entrepreneur reaching retirement age. So my dad went back to the company my mom and him owned for a while, invested some money in their friend's company which went bust, worked for a branch of Singtel for a while and finally ended up as a Republic Poly teacher. Yeah. So, holy crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, a new age is born! Yet another milestone is made in my easily impressionable time of youth! TODAY, we shall conquer al- Oh just ignore this, i'm crapping LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And apparently topping my class for Chinese didnt bode well with my 'fengshui' cos i dropped cheese fries on my skirt, and I spilt half my coke on my floor. Gah. But, holy crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-1837479959253890615?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/1837479959253890615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=1837479959253890615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/1837479959253890615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/1837479959253890615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-3031574990727516305</id><published>2009-02-14T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T22:17:56.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>....I just read some blog about superTeens back in 2005, and..well lol it just emphasized what i stated of him, so imma post it here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes from the blog. Click &lt;a href="http://j-rummer.blogspot.com/2005/05/super-teens.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for the blog page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someway halfway through the talk, I think after our lunch break, there was a commotion going about with some of the girls at the back. They were late, and they were, well as told by Mr Wong, to do 10 “Up downs” or something. Now don’t think dirty. Its some stupid action the girls will do when they are punished. Simply just pull your ears with your hands crossed and go up down up down. Yea stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway, somehow, Ms Fang the teacher in charge at the point of time, started talking to those girls. Someone that sparked off an “argument” and well al the trainers left to get it sorted out. After a long delay, Ms Fang came in with the speaker phone in her head and told us that our behaviour is bad blah blah blah and we should like, treat the trainers with more respect. We were given a break too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, me and the guys went down, rather affected by the delay. 150 bucks for a delay. Man that’s not that good. Anyway, we met Ernest Wong downstairs and well, we apologized and asked what was wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;However we got a rather unexpected reply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ernest Wong just “shouted”, “Aiya don’t give a f*** lah!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is like, one of the rare times I see aged man over 50 (Anyway, he is 50) to scold the F-word, and so loudly and proudly. Man that screwed my views about him at that moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-3031574990727516305?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/3031574990727516305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=3031574990727516305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/3031574990727516305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/3031574990727516305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-422839173516987010</id><published>2009-02-01T01:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T20:57:14.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOL. Weird happenings today. Today was the nationwide flag day, consisting of 20 other schools. On the same day. All simultaneously collecting funds. I don't know any other way to show you how totally DUMB that is. Everywhere we went there were schools left right and centre with the exact same bag that stated "Student Advisory Centre". At this point I would really like to PONDER what the HELL is with the sticker on the bag. If I knew that the sticker supposedly supposed to explain to people what we are collecting for was going to be so unbelievably helpful, I would've come up with a cock-and-bull story the day before so as to not look like a jackass when they ask me what I was collecting for. Most conversations went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me, would you like to donate?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh sure. Whats it for?"&lt;br /&gt;"Erm...Its for the needy students in our school. The funds would go to buying that books and stationary for them to study"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh...why does that donation bag say that then..?"&lt;br /&gt;".................................Erm.............................................because ..............................this is the company that we are working for........!"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh...haven't heard of them before.."&lt;br /&gt;"...*mutters under breath* Well, neither have I.."&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh nothing. Thank you for donating~! :DD"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one thing i did that was majorly embarrasing but somewhat satisfying tho. It went like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me, would you like to donate?"&lt;br /&gt;(Ang Moh dude) "Oh..sorry..no coins. *to prove it, he smacks his hand against his pants pocket, but instead of getting an empty smack, it went clink*"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh..okay. Thankyou~! *turns to Esther, assuming he was far enough* He lie. He had coins. It went cling"&lt;br /&gt;*Ang Moh stops. Digs hand in pocket. Turns around* "Ah..sorry. Here you go"&lt;br /&gt;"O_O...........................................(shit he HEARD me!?)Ah.........Thankyou!!! &gt;////////&lt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-422839173516987010?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/422839173516987010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=422839173516987010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/422839173516987010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/422839173516987010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2009/02/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-1766270027244352980</id><published>2009-01-16T17:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T17:50:28.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I.Am.Sick. Yesterday my fever was so high it was approx 38.7 degree, and i wake up this morning having muscle aches in my chest and stomach. The ones in my stomach subsided.. but the one in my chest is now preventing me from breathing. It hurts every time I do. All I can do now is breathe shallowly, listen to my also rather shallow heart beat and just wait to die =_=. It.is.so.fucking.painful....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-1766270027244352980?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/1766270027244352980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=1766270027244352980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/1766270027244352980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/1766270027244352980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2009/01/i.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-8072713539194913012</id><published>2009-01-15T16:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T01:24:38.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SuperTEENS workshop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you are reading this in an attempt to find out what the hell 'SuperTEENS' is about as your school practically forced you into spending $60 to attend this 3 days, aka 39 hour course, I would first and for most like to express my greatest condolences to you. SuperTEENS, led by My Ernest..Wong i believe? is the most &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dirty&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lowlife&lt;/span&gt; way to earn money from the unsuspecting parents of these poor children. He is a self-proclaimed millionaire at the age of 30 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He runs this course with 2 other guys, Ken and Peter, whom I should mention at this point are pretty respectable. I believe &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(this is not a claim that it is true, but merely my thoughts)&lt;/span&gt; that the first and last days of the course were merely a cover up for what is to happen on the 2nd day. On the first day, he leads us into thinking that he is a cool, level-headed (if not slightly wacko) dude, and teaches us some rather meaningless things while laughing and joking with us. I returned home from the 1st day, exhausted but feeling that the course was not as bad as hearsays. I believe it was their intention deceive you into thinking you can trust him and that he is your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 2nd day however, things went downhill. He starts things along asking us "If your brother or sister died to save you, would you mourn?" The answer replied was of one voice "Yes". He then goes on asking us to do a bunch of other things like "What would you do if you were a cat, monkey, and king". Thinking that he was just kidding, we replied some rather stupid and brainless answers for him to write on the board. After it was done, he slamed the whiteboard and instantly the lights flickered off. (I was led to believe he whacked it so hard, the lights got affected, but it was merely one of his help switching off the lights at a rather marvelous timing). He yell to us something along the lines of "LIARS. You guys are all LIARS. 20 million sperms died in order to create you. 20 million sperms died to CREATE YOU! You say that you would mourn, well what about them! They sacrificed their life to create you into what you are now, but yet you are WASTING off your life by things like "lazy" or "cannot". You guys are FAILURES!" I must say at this point I cannot recall his whole speech, and seriously do not want to. He spoke angrily, emotionally, and probably was just his job into motivating us to study. I must say I felt quite emotional at that point of time, though i did not drop a tear, thinking it was illogical to cry over something as meaningless as sperms, where the male population can create 20 million more at just a picture of a hot babe. We then were dismissed for dinner, a solemn affair. After the dinner, we were presented with Ken, (The most well-liked lecturer in the whole course by many). I began to think that it was preplanned so that Ken would be able to remove the tears of our tear-stained faces before we go home, incase they were sued or somehting else, I would not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3rd day was slightly better. Well, not really. Ernest was with us the whole damn day, and were told to present ourselves if we could name all 30 words in sequence within 6 secs (to get $50) and 10 secs ( to get $10). Fiona, my dear friend, had been preparing her self to earn that $50 to spilt within the class, bless her soul. She went up the first time, did it flawlessly in 5 seconds, but Ernest just looked her in the eye "Gone.". She tried again, 3 times. "Gone. Gone. Gone". At this point in time, there were many protests flying in the air, as many people started to pay attention to the most dumbest form of scammage to be performed among 400+ students. Fiona went back dejectedly, but she instead comforted ME, saying "Its no use to be angry lah..". Few other students tried, but they all got 15 secs and above. Fiona went up to him 3 times, each time trying 4-5 times, and everytime he said "Gone.". When she went back to her seat, one of the minor helpers form the back went to her and asked her to repeat the words. When she did it flawlessly, the girl tried to explain (more like make an excuse) that Ernest was very particular about pronounciation, but I pointed out that you can't enunciate each word properly and get it below 6 seconds. She motioned Fiona to try again, and she did. He then yelled at us, saying that we were lying when we said we wanted to do better yesterday when he was yelling at us, and that we better come and try, 1 minute was given to remember it. Afterwhich many people tried, only to be turned away. Fiona tried again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiona: *recites 30 words*&lt;br /&gt;Ernest *looks at clock* ..15 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;*Crowds start throwing abuse to him* "THAT WAS NOT 15 SECONDS YOU BASTARD"&lt;br /&gt;*Ernest turns to help, complaining that her timer had a problem&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; over the mic&lt;/span&gt;* His help appeared, and she murmured to him the reason. At this point I believed that he would lie and put the blame on the poor helper's phone stopwatch if not for a girl nearby who amplified the problem for the rest to hear "YOU DIDN'T PRESS THE RESET BUTTON LAH!!!!!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He laughed bitterly and turned his back to face the crowd, probably regaining his composure and lost of shame. When he turned back, he started yelling to the crowd again. "Fiona came and tried countless of times. She actually got it the first time, and I said 'Gone'. "gone, gone, gone" This was to mean my MONEY was gone. So Fiona, I present to you your rightfully earned $50. *No applause, just waiting for him to explain* I want to ask, why weren't you the one who is in Fiona shoes, why did you merely cheered from your seat? YOU WILL NEVER SUCCEED IN LIFE WITH THAT ATTITUDE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point of time, I lost the little amount of respect I held for him. From what I could make sense from my 'failure' brain, He made an obvious coverup story, and relinquished his $50 to prevent an uproar, as well as to cover up his foolish mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to piece together the pieces that made this course 'a success'. (Again, these may not be totally true, its just my 'failure' of a brain's interpretation) He was the type of person that is very good at feigning emotions. He could feign his anger when he wanted to, and he could&lt;br /&gt;probably squeeze out a tear when needbe. His lack of composure when he was found to have made a mistake, showed through his shallow character. He didn't care about us. He only cared about doing his job that he was paid Fifteen thousand dollars for, and if what he needed to do to earn that big amount of money was to yell, oh he would yell, hard and loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not call this success in life. I call it letting money rule you, wrap around you, and monopolise you into doing what it tells you to. I lost every single thread of respect for this man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What he did after that emphasized everything that was going through my mind at that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pulls out $10 bill* "Who wants money? Who wants money? Who wants money?" &lt; &lt; style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My personal opinion is that it is just wrong. &lt;/span&gt;I of course may be just a dumb student whom will 'see the error of my ways and realise in the future how much the course has help to make me into a successful ______, but at this moment I do not think this is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'm going to get in trouble for this, but if I'm told to take it down I will. Its to show how majorly irritated I am at him to the world. Peaceout.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-8072713539194913012?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/8072713539194913012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=8072713539194913012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/8072713539194913012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/8072713539194913012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2009/01/superteens-workshop.html' title='SuperTEENS workshop'/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-2527771864666139524</id><published>2008-12-29T12:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T13:06:06.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>......&lt;br /&gt;My video I made in sec 2 for the movie maker course apparently just got BLOCKED for "copyrighted content". While I don't know whether the "copyright content" was the Nanoha Strikers episode or the "What I've Done" song by linkin park, I did actually credit both of them in my video =_=. A quick search in youtube also shows many other AMVs using both content mentioned above, some even exceeding 2 years from creation date. I really want to know why in the WORLD mine was that special that it couldn't even reach its 2 year old birthday. I REALLY want to know, but it seems that if I presented this case to them, I could get banned if they didn't like where my arguement was going/if they thought it was a useless arguement, all probably without ever needing to reply me. Bah. Well, whatever. Youtube will become useless in times to come if even the smallest bits of materials used from others get claimed for copyright. Time to move on the the next trend before it gets ruined....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-2527771864666139524?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/2527771864666139524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=2527771864666139524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/2527771864666139524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/2527771864666139524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-7361984368789720407</id><published>2008-12-27T19:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T19:37:25.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was once told a love story between an ordinary girl and the leader of the yakuza. Like any other good love story, this particular story comes with it's own problems and obstacles to overcome. One particular story, however, caught my attention.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was once a girl, raised with all the wealth she could have and more, in a world inwhich she grew up seeing every problem and every desire righted with money. She grew up, a beatiful woman unafraid of anything and anyone. One day, she caught sight of the leader of the yakuza and fell in love with him, only to be harshly rejected. Scorned and humiliated by this, she sought to get revenge. She marched into the hideout of a rival of the yakuza gang, only to be sneered at and captured. The girl was then violated and left at the door of her house, with a note that said that the yakuza was the one who did it to her. Enraged, her father in turn captured the ordinary girl, with incoherent thoughts of violating her for revenge (as she was the yakuza's koibito), but instead of meeting the same fate as the other girl, she was saved at the last minute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This got me thinking. We have always thought of ourselves as the main character of our own lives, the character who, no matter what circumstances in the story or comic, would never meet harm, or the story would end. However, what if the life that we hold so near and dear was just another character in a story, not necessarily the one whom always get saved at the last minute? Like how we are placed on the world just to make the main story interesting for one person, and while that person gets saved, we meet a trajic end to bring the story a bit of flavor, or in simpler words, placed on the world just for the purpose of living our life and dying when the times comes. That's the feeling I get sometimes, when life goes peachy for others while I, whom I always think of as a sort of protegonist Of my own life, lives such an imperfect life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is currently 2.40am, I woke up in a daze at 2.15 and started to write this nonsensical essay on my iPhone out of the blue. I don't know what it means, just that the idea suddenly came to me, and wouldn't stop bugging me 'till i noted it down. This happens sometimes but this is the firsttime I ever wrote it down. So enjoy this rather emo essay and i'm going to sleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;EDIT: Holy crap, it really DOESN'T make sense. What was I THINKING!?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-7361984368789720407?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/7361984368789720407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=7361984368789720407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/7361984368789720407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/7361984368789720407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-was-once-told-love-story-between.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-5238852854115996266</id><published>2008-12-26T23:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T00:45:45.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;TCH. The GMs in my game (MabinogiTW) apparently screwed up the game and made the people who are not from Taiwan unable to log into the game, and even possibly lose all their equipment. I am bored and PISSED. Perfect mode to do a tagged quiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 11px; line-height: 10px;"&gt;9 People To Tag:&lt;br /&gt;O_o..Why don't i just name people I know.&lt;br /&gt;Ryan&lt;br /&gt;Lucas&lt;br /&gt;Esther&lt;br /&gt;Ara&lt;br /&gt;Chieh Lee&lt;br /&gt;Luvisha&lt;br /&gt;Angeline&lt;br /&gt;Maurice&lt;br /&gt;Atul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pick a word that begins with the first letter of your name.&lt;br /&gt;G.....astly? o_o;;;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who are you missing right now?&lt;br /&gt;No one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your ex shows up randomly at your house , what do you say?&lt;br /&gt;...............Who the hell are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How many bedrooms are in your house?&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Is there a reason for your profile song ?&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you hate the last girl you were talking to?&lt;br /&gt;Uhh..Esther? nopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Who was your last text message from ?&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not wrong its from my ex-church teacher Claire....o_o Do I really have to type the damn messge out? Its like 3 messages long =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What time did you wake up this morning ?&lt;br /&gt;12.45pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If someone liked you right now , would you want them to tell you ?&lt;br /&gt;I...guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you mean it when you last said "i love you" ?&lt;br /&gt;Erm. Sorta, kinda, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Is it okay if you kiss people when you're single ?&lt;br /&gt;Wha- huh?....really...huh???? Too shocked at the weird shit qns to think of anything witty to type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is wrong with you now ?&lt;br /&gt;What makes you think there has to be somehting wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you think you'll be married in 10 years?&lt;br /&gt;I hope so =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Would you kiss someone to make your ex bf/gf mad ?&lt;br /&gt;Wh- how- wha- HUHHHH!?!?!? OF FREAKIN COURSE NOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you believe exes can really ever be "just friends"?&lt;br /&gt;Erm. Probably..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.Do you use T9 , word or abc?&lt;br /&gt;I use an iPhone ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Do you tell your mum everything?&lt;br /&gt;Uhh..No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Who was the last person you cried in front of ?&lt;br /&gt;I dunno o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Have you told anybody you loved them today?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.Who can you trust ?&lt;br /&gt;Esther...たぶん。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiz 2.&lt;br /&gt;1. Besides Your Lips, Where Is Your Favourite Spot To Get Kissed?&lt;br /&gt;Forehead..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How Did You Feel When You Woke Up This Morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 10px;"&gt;Sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Who Was The Last Person You Took A Picture Of?&lt;br /&gt;Some guy cosplaying in Cosfest EOY'08 lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Would You Consider Yourself To Be Spoiled?&lt;br /&gt;Probably. I get pretty expensive gifts =/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Would You Ever Donate Blood?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have You Ever Had A Best Friend Who Was Of The Opposite Sex?&lt;br /&gt;Nopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do You Want Someone Dead?&lt;br /&gt;Do I EVER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What Does Your Last Text Message Says?&lt;br /&gt;Do i HAVE to type it out!? its like, 3 messages long =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What Are You Thinking Right Now?&lt;br /&gt;Holy SHIT HOW!? HOMEWORK!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do You Wish Someone Was With You Right Now?&lt;br /&gt;Uhm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What Time Did You Go To Sleep Last Night?&lt;br /&gt;1.45am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Where Did You Buy The Shirt You're Wearing Now?&lt;br /&gt;I dunno. Malaysia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Is Someone On Your Mind Right Now?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. My poor llya. And those horrid GMs waiting to strip her of her equips =_= Sicko bastards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who Was The Last Person To Text You?&lt;br /&gt;Ex-Church teacher, Claire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 9 person you just tagged:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 10px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 11px; line-height: 10px;"&gt;Ryan&lt;br /&gt;Lucas&lt;br /&gt;Esther&lt;br /&gt;Ara&lt;br /&gt;Chieh Lee&lt;br /&gt;Luvisha&lt;br /&gt;Angeline&lt;br /&gt;Maurice&lt;br /&gt;Atul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 10px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;15.Who Is The Number 2 Having A Relationship With?&lt;br /&gt;Lucas is probably single=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Is 3 A Male Or A Female?&lt;br /&gt; Female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What Is Number 1 Studying About?&lt;br /&gt;Ryan? He studys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. When Was The Last Time You Had A Chat With Them?&lt;br /&gt;Them as in No. 1, 2 and 3? few days ago, at the Twilight outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Is Number 4 Single?&lt;br /&gt;Ara? Probably lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.Say Something About Number 2.&lt;br /&gt;Lucas: Emokia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What Do You Think About Number 3 And 6 Being Together?&lt;br /&gt;Esther and Luvisha? Aww so sweet, they're getting along...^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.Describe Number 9.&lt;br /&gt;Maurice. Two words. Hentai Otaku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What Will You Do If Number 6 And 7 Fights?&lt;br /&gt;Luvisha and Angeline? Doubt they would x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiz 3.&lt;br /&gt;1. What’s your nickname?&lt;br /&gt;Gwen, Gwennie, Qwennie, Queenie, Gwenness, Gwenology, Gwenniversity, Gwenning, llya, Newg (WTF? My name backwards), And a bunch of other bullshit crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;15+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When’s your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;22 October 1993&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What’s your special skill?&lt;br /&gt;Tolerance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What’s your horoscope?&lt;br /&gt;Libra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Who pass this survey to you?&lt;br /&gt;Mister Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. She’s your….?&lt;br /&gt;Friend, who owes me chocolate. (BTW, I didn't know he was a girl..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you wanna talk to him/her?&lt;br /&gt;About random things. Its fun ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What you think about him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Random, on the verge of being a playboy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When you know him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Sec 1 or 2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How’s her attitude?&lt;br /&gt;Cocky =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. If one day , your lover tell you that he/she loves you too , how will you do ?&lt;br /&gt;Look around and try to figure out HOW THE HELL HE BECAME MY LOVER WITHOUT TELLING ME THAT BEFORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Are you well-being now?&lt;br /&gt;..Yes, I am a well-being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Why god give you courage ?&lt;br /&gt;The same reason why he didn't give you the gift of grammer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Who’s the people that you like ?&lt;br /&gt;My friends..&gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Which color you like most ?&lt;br /&gt;Baby blue, white, light gold (Wait a minute...aren't those the colours of an angel? Wow..how contridicting..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. God give you 4 wishes:&lt;br /&gt;1) I wish I was smart without needing to study&lt;br /&gt;2) I wish I had free flow of cash&lt;br /&gt;3) I wish...well those things are pretty much it so, I WISH FOR WORLD PEACE!&lt;br /&gt;4) I..wish Singapore was filled with bishounens &gt;.&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you like to smile and laugh ?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I suppose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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/19539711-5238852854115996266?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/5238852854115996266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=5238852854115996266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/5238852854115996266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/5238852854115996266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2008/12/tch.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-2896917533398523353</id><published>2008-12-01T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T12:58:02.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boo. Went shopping yesterday with my mom to buy dresses to attend some wedding. Bought a knee length-ish black dress that was pretty nice, but am too lazy to take a picture of, as well as a gorgeous watch from Tag Heuer. Its an Aquaracer something or other. Yay~! Gah. Don't really feel so enthu right now, stupid garang guni man as well as cheena bitches quarreling with each other in the corridor woke me up too early.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-2896917533398523353?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/2896917533398523353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=2896917533398523353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/2896917533398523353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/2896917533398523353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2008/12/boo.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-8321947783369579761</id><published>2008-11-26T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T22:17:46.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow I'm irritated. Gah. I shall now list down the reasons why living in a HDB sucks and how my old condo ROCKED, as well as give the special recognition to the people who have lived in HDBs their whole lives. You guys rock and I had NO idea you guys faced this much shit on a daily basis =_=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What the FUCK is the garang guni man doing honking his FUCKING horn at approx 9 in the morning. Not only is it repetitive and wakes me UP, its lasts for 1-2 HOURS, him just honking the BLOODY HORN again and AGAIN and AGAIN. DUDE GET A CLUE. IF NO ONE APPEARS IN THE FIRST 15 MINS GO SOME WHERE FRICKIN ELSE. And thats not even enough. After that 2 hours when the sound finally fades and I fall asleep again, guess WHAT. ANOTHER one appears and starts honking his stupid horn. Oh wait, this one is different. This one honks in a specific rhythm. Such a lovely wake to wake up is it not? YES IT IS SO NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The traffic. Ahh, yes. This issue. Everyday at night, at approx 11.30 pm there would be this lovely gidiot who would LOVE to rev his goddamn engine so loudly to show the world ( which I might add, at that time WOULD NOT BLOODY CARE) how loud it can purr, while speeding down the street of Tampines, Singapore. Keyword here: SINGAPORE. WHO THE HELL NEEDS SUCH A LOUD ENGINE IN PUNY SINGAPORE, MUCH LESS ONE THAT HAS TO MAKE SO MUCH NOISE GOING SO FAST. Its SINGAPORE! No matter how much you speed, there would be a frickin TRAFFIC LIGHT, and if you beat one and are feeling good, GUESS WHAT. There would be another one no less then 500m AWAY. Hooray to you, you've just wasted approx 50 000 SGD on a really powerful engine that you would most probably NEVER GET TO USE TO THE FULLEST EXTENT. The world is going through a RECESSION. Stop. Wasting. Money. On. Petrol. And. Useless. Engines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These guys make living next to a graveyard a LUXURY. The loudest thing you could actually hear in the damn place are crickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The neighbours. Oh. My. God. On the very rare occasion that I am not awakened by the LOVELY live classical concert show going on downstairs featuring the garang guni man and his HORNS, I would get awakened by the neighbours KIDS. Apparently, being awake at 12 am in the morning crying and yelling their little heads off keeping me awake if I sleep at that time (At this point I might like to add that they are approx 5-6 years old of age, not some newborn BABY. Translated, THATS PRIMARY 1.) doesn't affect them, and they are able to wake up approx 8-9 am in the morning, so that they can cry/yell/gurgle/choke and irritate the hell outta me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously, the only common corridor I shared was with one other family, and though we are so close to each other that we can say hi to each other just by looking over the balcony, never ONCE was i subjected to wake up because someone was CRYING. UGH. Thin walls much!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What the hell is up with the volume of WATER. Or should I say, the LACK of it. I don't even WANT to ask WHY or explain this. When I want to get a glass of water from the kitchen tap (mine has that water purifier on it) it takes me approx 30 seconds standing at the tap waiting for the water to crawl out of its HOLE. Picture if you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. 2 words. Jealous Neighbours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Another 2 words. Rude Neighbours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the condo, if you didnt like someone you could just avoid them =_= Common corridor schommon morridor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is currently:&lt;br /&gt;Hating the new house, wishing for sound-proof windows for my room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-8321947783369579761?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/8321947783369579761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=8321947783369579761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/8321947783369579761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/8321947783369579761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2008/11/wow-im-irritated.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-8403531440376084308</id><published>2008-11-05T21:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T21:52:55.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tagged by Ryan x.x'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you have secrets?&lt;br /&gt;Like you wouldn't believe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Will you fall in love with a girl that is younger than you?&lt;br /&gt;....no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Do you enjoy going to school?&lt;br /&gt;No not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Will you fall in love with your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;If my best friend was a guy....well.....he would probably be pretty special to make it as my best friend above Esther as well as be a guy at the same time so....most probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;Both..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.What would you do if you have a billion dollars?&lt;br /&gt;SPLURGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.List out your 15 favourite songs.&lt;br /&gt;Caramelldansen (speedycake remix) - Caramell (its Swedish)&lt;br /&gt;Stop and Stare - OneRepublic&lt;br /&gt;I Want It All - High School Musical 3 Sharpay and whatshisname&lt;br /&gt;I Got Nerve - Miley Cyrus&lt;br /&gt;Cruella De Vil - Selena Gomez&lt;br /&gt;I Won't Say I'm In Love - Hercules&lt;br /&gt;Lost My Music - Hirano Aya (The Melancholy of Suzumiya Haruhi)&lt;br /&gt;Meikyuu Butterfly - Nana Mizuki (Shugo Chara)&lt;br /&gt;Minna Daisuki - Buono! (Shugo Chara)&lt;br /&gt;B What U Wanna B - Darin&lt;br /&gt;All Fall Down - OneRepublic&lt;br /&gt;Fall For You - Secondhand Serenade&lt;br /&gt;FALL IN LOVE - Lena Park&lt;br /&gt;You Raise Me Up (Japanese) - Lena Park (Romeo x Juliet anime)&lt;br /&gt;Futari wa NS - KiraPika (Kirarin Revolution)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.If the person you liked has already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;I don't fall in love with attached guys. Thats just slutty and wrong. If it really were to happen, I'd judge whether she deserved him or not, if yes I'd leave them alone, and if no....weeelll.....bad things would start 'mysteriously' happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Is there anything that has made you extremely happy?&lt;br /&gt;My iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.What makes you angry?&lt;br /&gt;Mmm...acting like you're a snob thats better than the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.How would you see yourself in 10 years time?&lt;br /&gt;Married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Who is currently the most important people to you?&lt;br /&gt;Hmms. Good question. No idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.What is the most important thing in life?&lt;br /&gt;Brains and brawns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Would you be rather single and rich or married but poor?&lt;br /&gt;Why would i want to be either? Such a depressing thought, to have to choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.You prefer fresh milk or chocolate milk?&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate milk ftw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, which would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;Ehh...? The one that asks me out first. Or the one I like more/I like for a better reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing someone has done?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on what the person has done. I'm abnormally tolerant to torture, or so people tell me x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.What would you want to tell the person that you like?&lt;br /&gt;Daisuki ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.What type of person will you fall in love with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;An obvious height difference compared to me (and I mean that as in, he has to be taller), witty, cocky without bordering on arrogant, cute, is able to converse easily with me, and...&lt;/s&gt; I know the only thing that matches the descriptions are bishounens from animes. rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 8 people who are going to do this quiz:&lt;br /&gt;I always hate this....&lt;br /&gt;Lucas and Ara i guess?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-8403531440376084308?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/8403531440376084308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=8403531440376084308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/8403531440376084308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/8403531440376084308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagged-by-ryan-x.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-3076167469421871210</id><published>2008-10-25T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T12:12:02.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay I bought a cam for NZ. hahah. If I'm not wrong its a Canon Lumix FX38? Yay~~ Thanks a bunch to my dad, and nothing but hopes of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;other parent&lt;/span&gt; dying. ONE DAY TO NZ WOOHOO!!! I NEED TO PACK NOW ROFLMAO BAIIIIIII!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-3076167469421871210?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/3076167469421871210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=3076167469421871210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/3076167469421871210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/3076167469421871210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2008/10/yay-i-bought-cam-for-nz.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-1095664497817576380</id><published>2008-10-24T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T18:23:06.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tch. seems all my posts are about quizes now. Since I owe Ryan (You know what, I'm sick of putting {Luca's cuz} beside every 'Ryan' word, so from THIS moment on, any mention of Ryan is referring to Luca's Cuz and not the one in my school, not the one from maple, and not that idiot in church) and ZW..heres one more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: 7 things/people that make you smile&lt;br /&gt;- Ryan talking. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;- Lucas' reactions to things&lt;br /&gt;- Atul's natural cute reactions to things ROFL&lt;br /&gt;- Esther and Me talking about random crap that on one else understands&lt;br /&gt;- SILKY DOING THAT lick-paw-then-uses-paw-to-clean-ear TRICK. SO CUTE! awwww&lt;br /&gt;- ZW getting kicked&lt;br /&gt;- GOTHIC LOLITHA~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2: 7 things to do to win your heart&lt;br /&gt;- Don't try to intimidate me with your richness. It doesn't prove fuck and I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;- At least speak English most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;- Refer to 1st one, only using your skills in basketball/soccer/whatever applicable&lt;br /&gt;- Easy-going personality?&lt;br /&gt;- Refrain from flirting with every thing standing on 2 legs and having female bod parts. or male parts come to think of it...eww.&lt;br /&gt;- Get past Esther to get to me. ^-^&lt;br /&gt;- Uhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3: 7 things that I believe in.&lt;br /&gt;- I'm random and weird&lt;br /&gt;- I hate my new house&lt;br /&gt;- Esther can be pretty D:&lt;br /&gt;- Gothic Lolita ROCKS&lt;br /&gt;- I don't like music&lt;br /&gt;- Manga is good.&lt;br /&gt;- Anime is good too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4: 7 things that I'm afraid of&lt;br /&gt;- Luca's Mom&lt;br /&gt;- Natalie o_o (no offense.)&lt;br /&gt;- Being bankrupt ):&lt;br /&gt;- The Bermuda Triangle&lt;br /&gt;- A Fire&lt;br /&gt;- Being lonely&lt;br /&gt;- Being backstabbed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5: 7 things I want now&lt;br /&gt;- Pass O levels with a decent score&lt;br /&gt;- Go to NZ&lt;br /&gt;- Learn Archery&lt;br /&gt;- Go Cosfest EOY'08&lt;br /&gt;- Subway cookies!&lt;br /&gt;- Hmms...A new lab top&lt;br /&gt;- ***** to die. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6: 7 things I do everyday&lt;br /&gt;- Watch anime&lt;br /&gt;- Read Manga&lt;br /&gt;- Chat with alot of people&lt;br /&gt;- Do homework&lt;br /&gt;- Design work for practise [Mom promised $100 for each design order she gets]&lt;br /&gt;- Laugh&lt;br /&gt;- Stress about O levels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7: 7 people to do this quiz&lt;br /&gt;- Lucas&lt;br /&gt;- Esther..? If she had her blog -_-&lt;br /&gt;- Ara..?&lt;br /&gt;- erm.&lt;br /&gt;- Well....&lt;br /&gt;- IF YOU REACHED THIS POINT YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT I DON'T KNOW WHO ELSE!&lt;br /&gt;- Gah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-1095664497817576380?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/1095664497817576380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=1095664497817576380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/1095664497817576380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/1095664497817576380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2008/10/tch.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-5955301900523859494</id><published>2008-10-18T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T23:14:56.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>4th post in a day!&lt;br /&gt;*Note. Following letter is not real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ryan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, but I dislike you. I think I realized it when I quoted Santa In your apartment and I saw you carve your initials into my father. I'm sure you're cowardly enough to understand how awful I've felt . I'm returning your ring to you, but I'll keep my virginity as a memory. You should also know that I am better off without a new life as a clone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go burn,&lt;br /&gt;Gwen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do the "Letter MEME". Tag no less than 5 other people. Then copy the "How-to" Letter Meme, and finish your Journal entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear (the last person who left a comment on your journal):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, but (1). I think I realized it (2) (3) and I saw you (4) (5). I'm sure you're (6) enough to understand (7). I'm returning (8) to you, but I'll keep (9) as a memory. You should also know that I (10) (11).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___12___,&lt;br /&gt;-Your name-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What's the color of your shirt?&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Our romance is over&lt;br /&gt;Red - Our affair is over&lt;br /&gt;White - I'll join the monastery&lt;br /&gt;Black - I dislike you&lt;br /&gt;Green - Our horoscope doesn't match&lt;br /&gt;Grey - You're a pervert&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - I'm selling myself&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Your nostrils are insulting&lt;br /&gt;Brown - The mafia wants you&lt;br /&gt;No shirt - You're a loser&lt;br /&gt;Other - I'm in love with your sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Which is your birth month?&lt;br /&gt;January - That night&lt;br /&gt;February - Last year&lt;br /&gt;March - When your dwarf bit me&lt;br /&gt;April - When I tripped on sesame seeds&lt;br /&gt;May - First of May&lt;br /&gt;June - When you put cuffs on me&lt;br /&gt;July - When I threw up&lt;br /&gt;August - When I saw the shrunken head&lt;br /&gt;September - When we skinny dipped&lt;br /&gt;October - When I quoted Santa&lt;br /&gt;November - When your dog ran amok&lt;br /&gt;December - When I changed tennis shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Which food do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;Tacos - In your apartment&lt;br /&gt;Pizza - In your camping car&lt;br /&gt;Pasta - Outside of Chicago&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers - Under the bus&lt;br /&gt;Salad - As you ate enchilada&lt;br /&gt;Chicken - In your closet&lt;br /&gt;Kabob - With Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;Fish - In women's clothing&lt;br /&gt;Sandwiches - At the Hare Krishna graduation&lt;br /&gt;Lasagna - At the mental hospital&lt;br /&gt;Hot dog - Under a state of trance&lt;br /&gt;None of the above - With George Bush and his wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What's the color of your socks?&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Hit on&lt;br /&gt;Red - Insult&lt;br /&gt;Black - Ignore&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Knock out&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Pour syrup on&lt;br /&gt;White - Carve your initials into&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Pull the clothes off&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Put leeches on&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Castrate&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Pull the toupee off&lt;br /&gt;Barefoot - Sit on&lt;br /&gt;Other - Drive out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's the color of your underwear?&lt;br /&gt;Black - My best friend&lt;br /&gt;White - My father&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Bill Clinton&lt;br /&gt;Brown - My fart balloon&lt;br /&gt;Purple - My mustard soufflé&lt;br /&gt;Red - Donald Duck&lt;br /&gt;Blue - My avocado plant&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - My penpal in Ghana&lt;br /&gt;Orange - My Kid Rock-collection&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Manchester United's goalkeeper&lt;br /&gt;None - My John F. Kennedy-statue&lt;br /&gt;Other - The crazy monk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you prefer to watch on TV?&lt;br /&gt;Scrubs - Man&lt;br /&gt;O.C. - Emotional&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill - Open&lt;br /&gt;Heroes - Frostbitten&lt;br /&gt;Lost - High&lt;br /&gt;House - Scarred&lt;br /&gt;Simpsons - Cowardly&lt;br /&gt;The news - Mongolic&lt;br /&gt;Idol - Masochistic&lt;br /&gt;Family Guy - Senile&lt;br /&gt;Top Model - Middle-class&lt;br /&gt;None of the above - Ashamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your mood right now?&lt;br /&gt;Happy - How awful I've felt&lt;br /&gt;Sad - How boring you are&lt;br /&gt;Bored - That Santa doesn't exist&lt;br /&gt;Angry - That your pimples are at the last stage&lt;br /&gt;Depressed - That we're cousins&lt;br /&gt;Excited - That there is no solution to this.&lt;br /&gt;Nervous - The middle-east&lt;br /&gt;Worried - That your Honda sucks&lt;br /&gt;Apathetic - That I did a sex-change&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed - That I'm allergic to your hamster&lt;br /&gt;Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men&lt;br /&gt;Overjoyous - That I'm open&lt;br /&gt;Other - That Extreme Home Makeover sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What's the color of your walls in your bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;White - Your ring&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Your love letters&lt;br /&gt;Red - Your Darth Vader-poster&lt;br /&gt;Black - Your tame stone&lt;br /&gt;Blue - The couch cushions&lt;br /&gt;Green - The pictures from LA&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Your false teeth&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Your contact book&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Our matching snoopy-bibs&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Your old lottery coupons&lt;br /&gt;Pink - The cut toenails&lt;br /&gt;Other - Your memories from the military service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The first letter of your first name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Your photo&lt;br /&gt;C/D - The oil stocks&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Your neighbour Martin&lt;br /&gt;G/H - My virginity&lt;br /&gt;I/J - The results of your blood-sample&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Your left ear&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Your suicide note&lt;br /&gt;O/P - My common sense&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Your mom&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Your collection of butterflies&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Your criminal record&lt;br /&gt;W/X - David's tricot outfits&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Your grades from college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The last letter in your last name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Always will remember&lt;br /&gt;C/D - Never will forget&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Always wanted to break&lt;br /&gt;G/H - Never openly mocked&lt;br /&gt;I/J - Always have felt dirty before&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Will tell the authorities about&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Told in my confession today about&lt;br /&gt;O/P - Was interviewed by the Times about&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Told my psychiatrist about&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Get sick when I think of&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Always will try to forget&lt;br /&gt;W/X - Am better off without&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Never liked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you prefer to drink?&lt;br /&gt;Water- Our friendship&lt;br /&gt;Beer - Senility&lt;br /&gt;Soft drink - A new life as a clone&lt;br /&gt;Soda - The incarnation as an eskimo&lt;br /&gt;Milk - The apartment building&lt;br /&gt;Wine - Cocaine abuse&lt;br /&gt;Cider - A passionate interest for mice&lt;br /&gt;Juice - Oprah Winfrey imitations&lt;br /&gt;Mineral water - Embarrassing rash&lt;br /&gt;Hot chocolate - Eggplant-fetishism&lt;br /&gt;Whisky - To ruin the second world war&lt;br /&gt;Other - To hate the Boston Celtics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?&lt;br /&gt;Thailand - Warm regards&lt;br /&gt;USA - Best regards&lt;br /&gt;England - Good luck on your short-term leave from jail&lt;br /&gt;Spain - Go and drown yourself&lt;br /&gt;China - Disgusting regards&lt;br /&gt;Germany - With ease&lt;br /&gt;Japan - Go burn&lt;br /&gt;Greece - Your everlasting enemy&lt;br /&gt;Australia - Greetings to your frog Leonard&lt;br /&gt;Egypt - Fuck off now&lt;br /&gt;France - In pain&lt;br /&gt;Other - Greetings to your freaky family&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-5955301900523859494?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/5955301900523859494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=5955301900523859494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/5955301900523859494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/5955301900523859494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2008/10/4th-post-in-day-note.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-4231540456152660055</id><published>2008-10-18T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T12:27:28.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For the first time, 3 posts in a day LOL. I BOUGHT MY GOTHIC LOLITHA SET!!!!! WOOHOO!!! from Atsuki @ Liang Court for  $79 for the top, $75 for the shirt. all together 142, 10% discounted price=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres a bad quality pic of it. &lt;s&gt;Will upload a better one later!&lt;/s&gt; weeell its not that much better=/. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SAIBgUypp1s/SPn5T3xZkuI/AAAAAAAAADg/I1CpnRBti2E/s1600-h/Pictures+from+iPhone+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAIBgUypp1s/SPq2UdF44fI/AAAAAAAAADo/NQb1EyJDID0/s1600-h/Pictures+from+iPhone+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAIBgUypp1s/SPq2UdF44fI/AAAAAAAAADo/NQb1EyJDID0/s320/Pictures+from+iPhone+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258715977431441906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SAIBgUypp1s/SPq2UWBTEkI/AAAAAAAAADw/y1q-Q-cvqg8/s1600-h/Pictures+from+iPhone+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SAIBgUypp1s/SPq2UWBTEkI/AAAAAAAAADw/y1q-Q-cvqg8/s320/Pictures+from+iPhone+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258715975533138498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAIBgUypp1s/SPq2UubzfHI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Qw9tS9wYNo0/s1600-h/Pictures+from+iPhone+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAIBgUypp1s/SPq2UubzfHI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Qw9tS9wYNo0/s320/Pictures+from+iPhone+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258715982086765682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-4231540456152660055?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/4231540456152660055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=4231540456152660055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/4231540456152660055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/4231540456152660055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-first-time-3-posts-in-day-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAIBgUypp1s/SPq2UdF44fI/AAAAAAAAADo/NQb1EyJDID0/s72-c/Pictures+from+iPhone+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19539711.post-5236269989234196417</id><published>2008-10-18T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T17:36:03.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;For EOY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;English&lt;br /&gt;B4&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Emath (P1 [A1], P2 [B3])&lt;br /&gt;A2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amath (I DIN'T FAIL! NO QUALIFICATION TEST BABEH)&lt;br /&gt;C6&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Literature (I feel so damn pissed at the teacher. 10 people passed, no distinctions at all. GEEZ I DON'T EVEN GET Cs and i FAILED!? GRR!)&lt;br /&gt;D7&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Combined Sciences (Chemistry and Physics) [D7, B4]&lt;br /&gt;Most probably C6&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Combined Humanities [Geography and Social Studies] (C6, C6)&lt;br /&gt;C6 (duh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Overall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;English&lt;br /&gt;B4 (I'm...not sure?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Emath&lt;br /&gt;A2 (74%, OH MAN I MISSED A1 BY LIKE, 1%)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amath&lt;br /&gt;C5 (ahah! ^-^)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lit&lt;br /&gt;No Idea (pleasebeatleastB..pleasebeatleastB..)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Combined Science&lt;br /&gt;Most likely C5&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Combined Humans&lt;br /&gt;Most likely C5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-5236269989234196417?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/5236269989234196417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=5236269989234196417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/5236269989234196417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/5236269989234196417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-eoy-english-b4-emath-p1-a1-p2-b3-a2.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-5774996985973942046</id><published>2008-10-18T17:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T17:06:31.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm bored so...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Gwen Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are deeply philosophical and thoughtful. You tend to analyze every aspect of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are intuitive, brilliant, and quite introverted. You value your time alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often times, you are grumpy with other people. You don't appreciate them trying to interfere in your affairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very charming... dangerously so. You have the potential to break a lot of hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how what you want, how to get it, and that you will get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the power to rule the world. Let's hope you're a benevolent dictator!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-5774996985973942046?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/5774996985973942046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=5774996985973942046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/5774996985973942046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/5774996985973942046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-bored-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-6761850487393083727</id><published>2008-10-11T23:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T16:13:49.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg this is so cool! I'm blogging with my iPhone! Nah I'm not rubbing it in your faces. I'm just currently surviving my first 24 hours without a working com with access to Internet (well that's partly untrue cos I have it now and the wireless is up...but my com is under my bro's bed and it's heavyyyyy )): ) as well as my first sleep over in my puny new house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway as I type, my Dąd is trying out his new flat screen TV (no idea what model it is, just that it's a samsung one, its series 8, it claims to be slim, and it's buttons are all activated by touch!) and he is testing out his TV's functions. So he gets to the photo album part where there were 3 options, one of which was 'relaxation'. We stared at it for a while and I said    '...go on and press okay. It won't hurt I guess' so he did and suddenly pictures of Mountains and stuff started appearing on the screen. We stared at the screen for a couple of minutes, we my Dąd broke the silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:"well it's prett-"&lt;br /&gt;Me:"turnitoff.pressbackpressbackpressbackpressback."&lt;br /&gt;D:"I can't!!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "PRESS UNDO! RETURN! END!! ESC!!! ....f***(yes it was censored in real life. He's my Dąd after all.)  I don't know, PANIC BUTTON! NAO!"&lt;br /&gt;D: "*starts laughing* what about the ctrl-alt-del button? Oh there it's off!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "WTF was that!? o_o!"&lt;br /&gt;D: "We're never gonna use that again.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which he continued to explore, and he found the news button after connecting the wireless Internet. So we were flipping thru' the brief summary of the news for the day when he got to one that read &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;•'Philippines Health Minister has stopped sending Bird flu samples to the US for fear that they would turn it into a biological weapon-like bomb. US minister &lt;/span&gt;&lt;insert high="" ranking="" us="" personnel="" here=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; says it's 'the nuttiest thing he has ever heard'•&lt;/span&gt; And I started laughing like crap. I now have a whole new respect for the Philippines' Health Minister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I felt bored and felt like sharing today's funny events. &lt;s&gt;I'll edit in all the bold effects and crap when I get an actual computer to work on&lt;/S&gt; Done. Ciao! &lt;/insert&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-6761850487393083727?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/6761850487393083727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=6761850487393083727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/6761850487393083727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/6761850487393083727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2008/10/omg-this-is-so-cool-im-blogging-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-3644010739444451814</id><published>2008-09-27T16:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T18:52:09.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; What have you been doing recently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating Dinner. Listening to "Like A Knife" by secondhand serenade&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you ever turn your cell phone off?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never. Unless it hangs, then I immediately turn it back on&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What happened at 10.00am today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was rudely awaken from my slumber by an irritating woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When did you last cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last friday. Tears of boredom in tuition. The last time I really cried was quite long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Believe in fate/destiny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll believe it when I see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you want in your life right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a hacker. ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you carry an umbrella when it rains, or just put up your hood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually have an umbrella. If not, then I'll start running~! :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's your favourite thing to have on your bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My comforter, or my bolster...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What bottom are you wearing now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/4 Shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's the nicest text in your inbox say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Retardacy brews insanity which keeps the human sane" &lt;from&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you tend to make a relationship complicated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to keep it simple. By rejecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you wearing anything you borrowed from someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Eww?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was the last movie you caught?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp Rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are you proud of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My iPhone. My soon-to-be-ex-house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What does the oldest text message in your inbox say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;singtel&gt; Stand to WIN an iPhone 3D 8GB handset weekly! Simply call *886 &amp;amp; answer a series of 3 questions. Each set of correct answers gives u a chance to win this cool gadget!21.4cts/SMS reply applies, multiple entries are accepted&lt;stop&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/stop&gt;&lt;/singtel&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was the last song you sang out loud?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like A Knife - Secondhand Serenade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have any nicknames?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwen. Gwengwen. Gwennie. Qwennie, Queenie, Gwenny, Newg (..? my name backwards), Princess Gwen. Gwenness. llya [IGN]. Gwenniversity. Gwenology. Gwenning. Bitch. WTF I HAVE ALOT LAAAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What does your last received text message say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, most people from 3e1 are self centered bitches." From ZW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What time did you go to bed last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approx 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you currently happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Not much patience to humor this quiz at the moment, so I'm answering it lifelessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who gives you best advice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you eat whipped cream straight from the can?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you TASTED that crap from the can? It. Tastes. Horrid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who did you talk on phone last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I didn't. Was SMSing Ryan (Teo) tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is anything bugging you right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom. The heat. The sweat on my skin. This quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What/who was the last thing/person to make you laugh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zheng Wei. Lol. *Gwen seals Zguwie's asshole with cement* *Zguwie WTFs* *Gwen ROFLs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you wear toe socks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eew..thats like, wearing gloves on your feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who was the last person you missed a call from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever had your heartbroken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm. I guess...but I got over it within an hour, so does that count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What annoys you most in a person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A freeloader who just stands there and orders people around, after which she claims all credit for doing all the work by herself by complaining to her friends about incompetent team mates, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;acidentally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;'&lt;/span&gt; leaks it to the teacher. Note &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;exaggerated&lt;/span&gt; 'inverted' commas. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YES you know who I'm TALKING about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have a crush on anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Don't. Know. I try not to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever done cocaine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the Singapore Government stupid and incompetent? Yeah I guessed as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is the colour of your room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my big luxurious condo? Light purple. In my shoe box flat? Ivory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you kill someone you hate for a billion dollars?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that an official offer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you believe in the saying of : talk is cheap?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who was the last person to lie in your bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself. After which is...Esther and Sylvina? =/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who was the last person to hug you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Esther &gt;.&gt;. NO WAIT. Chieh Lee. At the Giant at Marine Parade on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did anyone see the last person you kissed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I..think so...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have a life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I don't. I'm just a very intelligent ghoul, sitting in the attic of Heaven, using an age old computer on dial up, doing this quiz. What do you think Jackass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever thought someone died, when they really didnt die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream about the tsunami in what looked like Batam, a few days before one hit. I still can describe the beach scene. I've also had dream of..Daryl and Maurice dying, both times I woke up in tears and started crying for like 10 mins before I got out of my drunken half asleep stupor and realised that it wasn't possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is the reason behind your profile song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who was the last person you saw in your dream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm...Esther and Maurice. Can't remember about what tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last time you smiled?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you changed this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I grew 1 cm -_-. At least I've finally hit the 160cm mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are you listening right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God knows" by Suzumiya Haruhi, aka Hirano Aya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you talking to someone when you doing this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, no. One of those weird days where its quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you walk with your eyes open or closed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I walk with my eyes closed everywhere. God loves me so much he has protected me from every cross junction, every bloody traffic light, and every natural disaster known, my wonderful saviour. What do you THINK!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is there a quote you live by?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes 42 muscles to frown, but just 28 muscles to smile. Though it only takes 4 muscles to reach out and slap someone on the mouth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you want someone you cannot have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm...I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever played an instrument?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I USED to play piano in kindergarten, but i demanded to stop when i reached P1. Same for recorder &gt;.&gt; never played it after P6. And for a brief 3 month period in PYSS, I learnt the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was the worst idea you've had in this week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating chocolate when I had no water and had a viral infection in my throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are you doing last night at 11pm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatting with people while searching for nice mangas to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you happy with your love life right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm actually quite content with the lack of it. Somewhat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What song best describe your love life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fuck you right back by Frankee"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does the person know that you like him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know whether I do or don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who always make you laugh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zheng Wei. Lucas. Esther. Ryan. Atul. Pandey. Afiq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you speak other language other than English?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does half of Chinese count..?:x and a small dose of Japanese. and Malay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favourite website(s)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.google.com [YEAH. USE IT. IT'LL DO YOU GOOD]&lt;br /&gt;www.mangatraders.com&lt;br /&gt;www.fansub.tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's your middle name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have one. Full name is Gwendolyn Wong Shu Ping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Japanese Classes. Gonna buy my four poster bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you think you are like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bitch. ^-^. I think I'm a slacker, just waiting to be freed from this jail called school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who will you choose to die with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't plan to die. Not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where have you been today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melting {LITERALLY} at the new house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What game do you play often?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latale, MabinogiTW, O2Mania&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who are you missing right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't miss anyone O_o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you have to choose between friend and love, who will you choose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both or nothing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are you doing right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This IQ decreasing quiz that makes me re-live unpleasant memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which primary school are you from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prestegiously slackerific Temasek Primary School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Name 3 colours that you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby blue, Silver, Pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What emotion you like to show?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nonchalant, uncaring facade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your life to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a waste of finite resources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you have something troubling you, what will you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STFU and act normally, if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who did you last chat in msn today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zheng Wei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who do you admire most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma Watson (AKA: Hermonie Granger): a freaking GENIUS as well as a HELL of a good actress, getting famous WITHOUT the help of Disney. And still a seemly modest person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which month are you born in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How are you feeling right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like puking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is the time now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.11 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What kind of person do u think the one who tagged you is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ripped of ZW's blog. Hes a dork.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What colour did you use to dye hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who said I dyed my hair? I LOVE my hair colour. Brown, with  natural 'highlights'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why are you doing this test?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i ripped it 4 hours ago, I was bored. Now, im just doing it outta obligation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you do when you're moody?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STFU and tell people to stay the fuck away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At which age you wish to get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approx 20?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who is more important to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If today is the last day of your life, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Make a cliché scene and run around in circles screaming, yelling "WHY GOD!?" What? Don't look at me like that. thats the very last recreational activity I would be able to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who is the person you trust the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after a rain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not &lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STUPID&lt;/u&gt;. I ACTUALLY study ACTUAL SCIENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you have a dream come true, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmms O_o. I would wish I were the offspring of some wealthy Foreigner from England or Japan &gt;.&gt;. And go to international schools where I can insult the teacher without fear of being reprimanded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your goal for this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass Amath successfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you believe in eternity love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Although, since I get bored of people very easily, that might not be possible in my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What feeling do you love most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deep, dark bloodlust of the devil inside me, just waiting for the perfect opportunity to rise and strike. Just kidding. The feeling of accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you really think its Global Warming now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, because I'm not some completely ignorant self centered jerk who believes crap like conspiracy theories and such. Like I've always said its similar to: "Its better to believe in God, and when you die you find out he doesn't exist, then To not believe and find out that he DOES exist. Then you're screwed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What feeling do you hate the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy. Being alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I weigh it as worthy and not full of lies, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you believe in God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do actually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who cares for you most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ties to sanity. AKA my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What will you bring when you fight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An M16 Machine Gun. [Damn guns can never fire fast enough...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What have you done and now regret doing in your whole life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret becoming cosy in PYSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What would you feel if no one no longer cares for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't feel anything, unless the cold numbing sensation is something.., until up to the point where I jump off a building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What if your boyfriend/girlfriend two-timed you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh he will wish he never met me....or any other girl for that matter. I swear that He. Will. Die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOW DO U FEEL NOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relieved! now that I've finished this I can go bathe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-3644010739444451814?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/3644010739444451814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=3644010739444451814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/3644010739444451814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/3644010739444451814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-have-you-been-doing-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-7666269262826807264</id><published>2008-09-23T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T20:33:42.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God dammit. I'm getting really sick of this skin. I see a stupid bimbo every time I go to my blog &gt;.&gt; WHY COULDN'T IT BE IKUTO!? (don't ask. or answer.). Maybe after the EOYs I'll get off my lazy ass and design a new blog skin. Most likely not though :P Hate making blog skins. its tedious! gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm rambling on and on about stupid useless worthless insignificant irrelevant revoltingly boring tediously annoying  stuff because, well, I don't feel like studying. Did Emath work when I'm supposed to be studying SS, and studying SS when I'm supposed to being memorizing letter formats. I'm such a screwed up bitch aren't I? &gt;&lt;"  Ahhh well. Might as well make a plan of what I want to achieve once my exams are over   &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Celebrate my 15th Birthday!&lt;/span&gt; IC! Woohoo! It's like, such a big deal. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Complete my Japanese course. &lt;/span&gt;Hahahah. I really hope there isn't a proficiency exam at the end because I'm helpless without that list of words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GO NEW ZEALAND!&lt;/span&gt; Hell yeah! Onwards, To the country with 3 times more sheep than humans!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get a new Cosplay costume&lt;/span&gt; - Yeaaah. Even if I could, I wouldn't suggest anything because I don't really fancy any of the costumes as of this moment. Except my BELOVED VK uniform!&lt;/s&gt; So this is on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pause.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Attend Cosfest EOY 2008!&lt;/span&gt; The last one I would allow myself to go to until after O's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[Hopefully] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get Archery lessons!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get a complete set of Twilight Books&lt;/span&gt; for my birthday (because my mom would buy me something I would never ever use unless I give her an idea of what I want)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Slack at home, play the computer and become a couch potato for 2 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is what I'd be doing for the majority of the time anyway.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Watch Twilight the Movie showing in Dec &lt;/span&gt;- HELL YEAH! I almost forgot about this!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And because I wanted a whole round number, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fulfill that dumb &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;threat&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; promise to Zheng Wei about going jamming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-7666269262826807264?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/7666269262826807264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=7666269262826807264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/7666269262826807264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/7666269262826807264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2008/09/god-dammit.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-5703142266338141386</id><published>2008-09-15T21:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T22:20:28.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IM BAAAACK!</title><content type='html'>WHOOO. &lt;s&gt;back to take revenge&lt;/s&gt; *cough* I mean take this weird quiz i ripped of ZW's blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. The person who tag/pass you is?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea what the shit this means. Dude get some English classes. Well, according to ZW's blog, the ans probably should be "I got it from ZW's blog"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Your relationship with him/her?*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hes my (replacement) punching bag and Esther's kickstool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Your five impressions of him/her?&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;An idiot. A despo. An Emo. A Despo. An idiot. Did i mention a despo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. The most memorable thing he/she had done for you?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh. Since my memory fails me, I'll skip this qns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.The most memorable thing he/she has said to you?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..o_o that would be "Gweeeeeen"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. If he/she become your lover, you will?&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Self mutilate, tie and gag myself up, ride the lift to the top of some tall building and throw myself down. And repeat until i die and/or break every bone in my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. If he/she became your lover, he/she has to improve on?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying not to make me go suicide at the very thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. If he/she became my enemy, you will?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ahahah.....You reaaally don't wanna hear the gory details...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. If he/she became your enemy, the reason will be?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. The most desired thing you want to do for him/her is?&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Kick him off a snow covered ledge, accidentally. Why snow covered? 'Cos its pwetty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Your overall impression of him/her is?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dork D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&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;Violent, Random, Really messed up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. The characters you love of yourself are?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I honestly want something, I get it. (FYI ITS CHARACTERISTICS NOT CHARACTER YOU JACK ASS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. On the contrary, the characters you hate yourself are?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't quit school 'cos I know its bad for me ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. The most ideal person you want to be is?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart, pretty, witty, fluent &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. For people who care and like you, say something to them.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh....You must be screwed somewhere to put up with all my crap o_o I Applaud your efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Pass this quiz to first 10 person that you can think of, how they feel about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1.Esther - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"How did you survive to Secondary School!?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Fiona - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"SILKY!!! XDD"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Luvisha - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Grow up la Gwen!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Chieh Lee - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Gwennie Chan! :3"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Zheng wei - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Gweeeeeen"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Atul - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Stop Hitting me D:"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Lucas - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What did I do!?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Ara - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Anime freak!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Maurice - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Crazy cat woman"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Siang Kiat - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Why do you like to hit people.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. Who is no.6 having a relationship with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o_o Miss Deepa..? LOL I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. Is no.9 a male or female?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mau) Guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. If no. 7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lucas x Siang Kiat)...LOLOLOLROFLMAO NO! DEFINITELY NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. What is no. 2 studying about&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Lets see.....Piano..? Bio..? Track and Field..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 22. When was the last time you had a chat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you count the one I'm having now with Mau then its today, at this very time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. What kind of music band does no.8 like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ara) Uhm. I dunno. I know shes doesn't like Fallout boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. Does no. 1 have any siblings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Esther) Yeah. Two. One older and one younger. Older one is Rebecca and Younger one is Elizabeth. Temasek peeps FTW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. Will you woo no.3?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Luvisha) You sick bastard.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. How abt no.7?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lucas) &gt;.&gt;? Eew. No. Even if i tried crazy women would come hunting after me. Not worth the trouble I tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. Is no.4 Single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chieh Lee) /gg. Maaaaaybe.....heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. What is the surname of no.5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Zheng Wei) Uh...Lim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. What’s the hobby of no.10?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Siang Kiat) Uh...that martial art thingy...Kendo?Fudo? somehting like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. Do no. 5 and 9 get along well?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Zheng Wei and Mau) [WTF nice pairing...]...I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31. Where is no.2 studying at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Fiona) Bedok View Secondary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;32. Talk something casually about no. 1.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(Esther) STOP FREELOADING OFF OF ME O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;33. Where does no.9 live at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mau) Uhhhh..Somewhere near Temasek Pri?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;34. What colour does no. 4 like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chieh Lee) Orange..? Her bag is orange..her file is orange...her hand carry bag is orange..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;35. Are no.5 and no.1 best friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Esther and Zheng Wei) BOOOY how the hell do I get these awkward pairings. Obviously not, shes MINE *sticks tongue out at ZW*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;36. Does no.1 have any pets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Esther) SILKY!!!! (TSUKI O_o?) &lt;33&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;37. Is no.7 the sexiest person in the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lucas) HOLY FUCKING SHIT THAT ALMOST MADE ME WANNA GAG. NOOOOOOO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-5703142266338141386?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/5703142266338141386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=5703142266338141386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/5703142266338141386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/5703142266338141386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-baaaack.html' title='IM BAAAACK!'/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-267297699811821770</id><published>2008-02-24T19:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T19:10:58.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh. Cool. My dad went to some press meeting thing in San Fransisco, America, and he bought me a 16 gig iPhone! Ahahah. Loves him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-267297699811821770?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/267297699811821770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=267297699811821770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/267297699811821770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/267297699811821770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2008/02/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-2819163306435091933</id><published>2007-12-29T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T11:25:07.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll make this my last post ^-^ not because i'm going emo and gonna kill myself, but, to put it bluntly, I can't be F**Ked to update this blog. Yeap. I said it. :D Updates....Ah. MY grandmother [dad's side] passed away in KL, and we had a maximum of 3 days to get there. It so coincidently happened, that that week, I was prepped up to go for the cosfest'o7...and I had to leave just 1 day before the actual event. And this happened AFTER spending approximately $150 in props. Meh. Theres always next year i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother passing away a week before christmas ALSO means that I won't [or CAN'T] be spending Chinese New Years celebrating, having the reunion dinner or collecting ang baos. DAMMIT. Was looking forward to that..):...and my mom told her designer person to design some dresses for me for next year, because I'm "Too picky to do shopping by looking through windows, and even if I did find a full set of what I moderately liked out of a shop, it would cost about the same to make something I REALLY like".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after arriving at my uncle's (?) bungalow type house, the exact same traditional-chinese-funeral thing that was held for my grandfather [also dad's side] not more than three years ago proceeded. I do not wanna go through details here so moving on... I cut my hair&gt;&lt;. In malaysia. On the only free day we had to go out. Damn. I'm soo missing my lack of hair now! Oh and while waiting for the hair stylist guy to finish my hair, my mom told a women to give me a pedicure, which WOULD'VE been pleasant if my handphone hadn't dropped into the tub of water-and-soap mixture with a sickeningly sweet "plop" sound. Thank GOD its still working. THANK Kami-sama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents bought me an iPod Touch [16 Gig]! YES! My dad bought for himself an iPhone and when he wanted to order one for me, the Singapore Government clamped down on people selling iPhones, making the price rise from.... $800 to $1000+ I think. Damn. Guess I'd hafta settle for the iTouch. [Not that I'm complaining much (;] My mom was complaining [as ever] about how much was spent [$600 or $700. Can't remember well] and how I would lose it, so she insisted she bring me to some engraving company to use some sorta laser technology to carve my name outta the shiny metal behind. I had to follow her around for 4 hours before she finally decided she was ready to go to the engraving company =_=. Thats my mom. Always leading you on, and then making you spend the day with her in her freaking office. Geez. Now my iTouch reads "Gwen Wong" above the Apple logo and Apple name. *pokes people eyeing my iTouch* You no touchy my iTouch! It actually has my name on it (:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my parents got my brother a PSP Slim, [which in a way is uber unfair, considering that was supposed to be my birthday present BUT my mom din't want to 'spoil me'. Hmph. So she can spoil my brother? &gt;&lt;. She bought me my approx $150 VK cosplay outfit though.] because my brother was complaining saying he din't get anything. $380 PSP slim with a 4 Gig Memory Stick. Not bad actually. I'm done with this post! YAY! Now I don't hafta update for the next....1/2 a year Pictures in Malaysia [the last few moments i had with my hair&gt;.&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SAIBgUypp1s/R3hdRNtQbfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BZzb7jfXtgo/s1600-h/IMG_0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149968724216802802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SAIBgUypp1s/R3hdRNtQbfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BZzb7jfXtgo/s320/IMG_0044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SAIBgUypp1s/R3hdRdtQbgI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gHLjFpLAP1s/s1600-h/IMG_0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149968728511770114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SAIBgUypp1s/R3hdRdtQbgI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gHLjFpLAP1s/s320/IMG_0045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SAIBgUypp1s/R3hdT9tQbhI/AAAAAAAAAAc/atVDztEx7f8/s1600-h/IMG_0049.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-2819163306435091933?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/2819163306435091933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=2819163306435091933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/2819163306435091933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/2819163306435091933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2007/12/ill-make-this-my-last-post-not-because.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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/_SAIBgUypp1s/R3hdRNtQbfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BZzb7jfXtgo/s72-c/IMG_0044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19539711.post-8323954698502832836</id><published>2007-07-23T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T17:40:45.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows spoilers and crap!</title><content type='html'>WHEE! ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAD LIST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hedwig&lt;/span&gt; [Hit by a stray killing curse while Harry was being rescued by the order]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Madeye&lt;/span&gt; [Mundungus {is that how you spell it?} got scared when a killing curse was heading straight for him and apparated away from the scene. In stead of hitting Mundungus it hit Madeye straight on his chest, who wasn't prepared for it]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dobby&lt;/span&gt; [..i have no idea. book wasn't clear. All i know is Dobby saved him from Draco's Manor where they were about to summon Voldy to kill Harry. Dobby apparated into the Manor on Snape's orders and apparated them out of the scene. When they reached Dobby's destination, which was Bill's new house Shell Cottage, he had the Sword of Griffindor sticking out of his chest. The last words he said was "Harry.....Potter...."]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-8323954698502832836?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/8323954698502832836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=8323954698502832836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/8323954698502832836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/8323954698502832836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2007/07/harry-potter-and-deathly-hallows.html' title='Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows spoilers and crap!'/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-8398738871016991275</id><published>2007-06-25T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T19:01:32.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahh. i cant be bothered to write words and stuff in my..uh....oh yeah sloppeh style, so pictures will do right?=D=D&lt;br /&gt;ok vv.brief recap&lt;br /&gt;1) Shrek 3 and Planet shakers concert [with Diana, Sylvina, Daryl, Wilfred [daryl's lil bro dude], Joel [Daryl's ACS/MHSS friend dude]&lt;br /&gt;2) Life science Living in the Ocean camp [with life science dude and dudettes]&lt;br /&gt;3) Maples 2nd Anniversary @ suntec' o7: 2 COOL 2 be TRUE [with Daryl and Wilfred (small lil bro dude)]&lt;br /&gt;1) hmms. not much pics of that-_-buut..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img252.imageshack.us/img252/8066/planetshakersdarylfriendr7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img252.imageshack.us/img252/8066/planetshakersdarylfriendr7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queueing to get in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img338.imageshack.us/img338/126/1506071836tf4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img338.imageshack.us/img338/126/1506071836tf4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel [Daryl's friend] and Daryl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/9940/1506071837hd3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/9940/1506071837hd3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daryl (the black thing at the back) strangling his bro-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img411.imageshack.us/img411/9108/planetshakersconcert5pp0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img411.imageshack.us/img411/9108/planetshakersconcert5pp0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planet Shakers Concert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Camp! Not much pics still cos my phone kinda ran outta space during the camp and i'll chase Daryl later~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-8398738871016991275?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/8398738871016991275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=8398738871016991275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/8398738871016991275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/8398738871016991275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2007/06/ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-3945472303293153770</id><published>2007-05-30T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T15:09:05.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;right recap...lets see...in the past month we (the life science club dude and dudettes) had to facilitate Bedok Green Pri, Red Swastika, Sec 1/3 and 1/4 and Sec 1/1 and 1/2. the pri school kids were generally quite ok i guess...(Red Swastika was so quiet ~_~. not fun. did i mention they looked like p2 when they were p5?~&gt;_&lt;~) but the sec 1's...zomg =/. they were like a year younger then me and was still flirting.=_=. oh yeah one guy asked something like "oi! wheres the penis? liddat how to fuck?!"....uh huh. weirdoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyways...Mid year results. kinda sucky=/.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;English 69.7 B3 [LIKE SO UNFAIR RIGHT. i needed 0.3% to get an A2. ZERO POINT THREE!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese 52.3 C6 [I DINT FAIL! LOL]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maths 75.8 A1 [WHEE!! did i mention i love you mr.rizal? best tuition teacher EVER]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Science 57.7 C5 [DD:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Geography 61.1 B4 [I'm just happy i dint fail]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Literature 70.9 A2 [BAH. i couldve gotten an A1! MY A ONE! TT_TT] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okaay...my mom wasnt angry with my marks surprisingly..she was just glad i passed chinese and miss goh dint hate me=/. she bought me a Swavroski cross pendant thing from Marine Parade's Simont and took me out to eat Sakae Sushi. YAY! sakae! ahahah. i'm gonna grow fat-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Next is..camp i think? yeah was kinda...disappointing. we were locked in the classroom after 11. LOCKED DAMMIT T_T. everything was like, restricted and stuff. Ahh well. loved our peerleaders tho, namely Rachel, Derick and Yu Li. whee. Group fifth-teen rocks (x &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hope the Life Science camp at Sentosa would be better [hinthint]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;After camp my mom brought me to eat continental food i think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the next day was..erh...duck rice or something? then Gelatio ice cream. Then bak kwa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;God i'm gonna get FAT[ter].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-3945472303293153770?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/3945472303293153770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=3945472303293153770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/3945472303293153770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/3945472303293153770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2007/05/but-sec-1s.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-6131082034620751792</id><published>2007-05-03T19:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T22:29:11.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol ok...my CA1 results are as follows..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject&lt;br /&gt;CT1&lt;br /&gt;Tests&lt;br /&gt;Ca1 Avr Marks&lt;br /&gt;English&lt;br /&gt;72.5&lt;br /&gt;71&lt;br /&gt;71.8 (A2)&lt;br /&gt;Chinese&lt;br /&gt;32&lt;br /&gt;60&lt;br /&gt;46 (D7)&lt;br /&gt;Maths&lt;br /&gt;84&lt;br /&gt;65.2&lt;br /&gt;74.6 (A2)&lt;br /&gt;Science&lt;br /&gt;70&lt;br /&gt;52.5&lt;br /&gt;61.3 (B4)&lt;br /&gt;Geography&lt;br /&gt;64&lt;br /&gt;58.8&lt;br /&gt;61.4 (B4)&lt;br /&gt;Literature&lt;br /&gt;84.6&lt;br /&gt;82.3&lt;br /&gt;82.3 (A1)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-6131082034620751792?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/6131082034620751792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=6131082034620751792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/6131082034620751792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/6131082034620751792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2007/05/lol-ok_03.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-160839853726522773</id><published>2007-05-03T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T22:27:39.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol ok...my CA1 results are as follows..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject&lt;br /&gt;CT1&lt;br /&gt;Tests&lt;br /&gt;Ca1 Avr Marks&lt;br /&gt;English&lt;br /&gt;72.5&lt;br /&gt;71&lt;br /&gt;71.8 (A2)&lt;br /&gt;Chinese&lt;br /&gt;32&lt;br /&gt;60&lt;br /&gt;46   (D7)&lt;br /&gt;Maths&lt;br /&gt;84&lt;br /&gt;65.2&lt;br /&gt;74.6 (A2)&lt;br /&gt;Science&lt;br /&gt;70&lt;br /&gt;52.5&lt;br /&gt;61.3 (B4)&lt;br /&gt;Geography&lt;br /&gt;64&lt;br /&gt;58.8&lt;br /&gt;61.4 (B4)&lt;br /&gt;Literature&lt;br /&gt;84.6&lt;br /&gt;82.3&lt;br /&gt;82.3 (A1)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-160839853726522773?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/160839853726522773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=160839853726522773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/160839853726522773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/160839853726522773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2007/05/lol-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-5990840469899516802</id><published>2007-04-13T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T00:05:26.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;arghh shes doing it AGAIN. she vents her anger on me. ARGH it sucks to be the youngest in the house. I'm so called young and defenceless and the worst part is, i cant vent my anger back at her, cause my bro and dad already do that. WTF can she do since both are against her? Vent on ME. yeah ME. fucking bitch. i hope she dies soon, i cant take much of this bullshit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;yeah so what happened was my bro was blaming me for taking his freaking envelope with probably a bunch of useless-to-me-but-important-to-him papers. WHY the HELL would i take them for!? no fucking brains. yeah so anyway then the queen of bitches walks out of the computer room and startings whining about me talking her cd casing and now its lying there with dust covering it. I mean, HELLO. its a cd case, to carry cds. there are cds lying in it, i use them to put my disk, I do not bring my CDs everywhere i go. IS THAT LOGIC SO HARD TO UNDERSTAND BITCH. then i told her rather impatiently (since i was doing the debate research, how does the fucking bitch want me to get good marks WHEN SHE KEEPS INTERUPTING ME EVERYTIME SHE FEELS SHE WANTS SOMEONES ATTENTION!?) to just take it back if she wants it back so bad, whining like crap. Then she just sweeps all my CDs on the floor. like that. Said smth about having enough bull shit in the house. Uh, HELLO, if YOURE getting bullshit and im getting YOUR bullshit, shouldnt that be ME saying that i had enough? what does she think she is, the centre of the world? go fuck a tree bitch. Im on my last nerve, and thats the only thing keeping me from not bruising her like theres no tomorrow. I've had enough from this family. I already know that no one is expecting anything great from me, no one is planning for my future, and basically, i HAVE no future. I'm just waiting till its time for me to die. Why bother though, i could just plan my own future and shoot myself in the head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This is kinda a vulgar and depressing post, and yeah i dont want people tagging words of encouragement because honestly, they don't mean jack (no offense). You don't know the many years of hell i've been through, The torture i inflicted on myself to keep my self control and refrain from hitting her, the nights i cried myself to sleep. Doubt she'd, even if she noticed this post, would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;even do or feel anything from it. Gonna stop before i start crying bitter tears, and yeah. i promise the next post would be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh yeah. if there are spelling errors inbetween pardon them yeah? i'm writing this without looking at the keyboard (which i usually don't do), really fast and im really pissed off. that = bad spelling mistakes, lots of F words and depressing things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-5990840469899516802?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/5990840469899516802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=5990840469899516802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/5990840469899516802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/5990840469899516802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2007/04/arghh-shes-doing-it-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-4811530668084954856</id><published>2007-03-31T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T20:45:34.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah, one more thing. While we were waiting for those PEOPLE, this really nice woman came from a shop nearby and gave us drinks and what not. Yeah. GAVE. I'd really like to thank that nice woman for saving us from dehydration, cos not many people in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; SG is this nice, as I've found out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-4811530668084954856?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/4811530668084954856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=4811530668084954856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/4811530668084954856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/4811530668084954856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2007/03/ah-one-more-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-5833007771272940280</id><published>2007-03-30T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T18:45:34.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok, i feel really pissed off. after school, we had this CIP thing (collect old newspapers and clothes from blocks) and in my group was Luvisha, Chieh Lee, Cherie, Maurice, Daryl, Jun Xian and Bernard. We had to do blocks 3 and 5 but since we found 5 first, we decided to do that one. First Jun Xian and i went to the left most staircase to collect newspapers from lvl 9 upwards. While going up, i saw this.....drawing of yin and yang on the ground and ashes around it. I got really scared and went back to lvl 9 to meet up with the others. After that we decided to split into 3 groups to go down all 3 staircases. Pairings were Maurice and me (left most staircase), Luvisha and Bernard (i think....) (have nooidea how they separated themselves...just guessing), and Chieh Lee, Cherie and Daryl. So went down from lvl 9 with Maurice..this really creepy old fat man without his shirt on opened one of the doors...so we (me) asked for newspapers...and he told ME (not us) to come in get ourselves. Since we were told by the schools not to go in any of the houses, and we told the man exactly that. Then he gave this crap excuse that his elbow injured and when i looked, i dint see anything so i just left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After that Chieh Lee say she went to that house and the old man said the same thing to her (come in get newspaper) only he said got alot. She got freaked out and said don't want already. Then i went, he said his elbow pain. Then the 3rd time Jun Xian went, he said to him (since no girls went with him) dont HAVE. What the hell!? That made me more scared....after that imss goh called Luvisha, to tell us to come back by 4.45. At 4.20, we already had loaded everything at block 1, the meeting point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok this is the part i got irritated. After that [wait forgot to mention Zhi Yuns  group helped us. THANKS!] we saw another group coming with alot of newspapers so we helped them..(i think was Shermins group)...that after that ANOTHER group came. So we helped them as well, even though like, we were late. We help them ...and we got the message that they were still collecting, even after we told them we were late. And even after we said miss goh told us to go by 10 mins (like, 20 mins ago) they had the NERVE to go to 7/11 and take their time to buy drinks. And like, when we helped them, only the guys were working, we did not see no hide nor skin of them. My group guys 3/4 (literally 3/4, daryl was the only non there) were NCC men, so they had to help people, and we thought we'd help too. And we, who worked continuously, did not even THINK of going to buy drinks when THEY, who did NOTHING, went to buy drinks. Ok thats the first point that got me to feel irritated. After that when people said they were buying drinks, i got even more annoyed and told the group to go the bus stop to wait for the bus. While waiting, the truck we loaded the newspapers into was carrying THAT SAME GROUP THAT DID NOTHING. AND IT WAS ONLY THE GIRLS, NO GUYS. and they were like, "ohh too BADD, you fault LORS." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i got fking annoyed then.....and when they were sticking their tongues out and everything i din't even want to look at their faeces. Opps sorry, i meant faces. they just look soo alike. When the bus finally came, we went on it and after that ran to the AVA, only to see them ALREADY sitting there enjoying the aircon. Fine nevermind. Told miss goh what happened, about the truck and everything, and then after she talked to them she was like, defending them? said that it was harmless fun and what not. how fucking baised is that. I had already felt not as annoyed as when i originally was and then when she stood up for them, I got really pissed off again and just wanted to stop talking. After that we explained in detail what happened and she went to talk to the others again. I just left with Hidayah for the toilet, i din't need to hear anymore bullshit from anyone. Stayed there to drink water and retie my hair. All this while, from the bus stop all the way to the auditorium my face was god damned red, and even the auditorium aircon couldn't do anything about it. A few people goes in and asks if i feel alright and i just gave a fake smile back. What was i supposed to do? say no? Then THEIR group came in. Said sorry and what not and asked to forgive and i had to say nvm right? i couldn't just say that "no, you're not forgiven, just get lost". It looked like most of them din't mean it at ALL and just said it because they were told to. But what ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm a christian right?I remember one verse "...Forgive and Forget." "Love thy neighbour as thy self", and something about if someone slaps you on one cheek, turn the other cheek for them.  Fine. I will forgive and forget. I owe god that much since i'm a christian. But for now, i'll vent my anger. I din't mention any names since i don't flame, but probably everyone in class that reads this knows who it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To them: I'll let you know this much. im angry. im pissed off. but i'll have to forgive don't i. I'll just look at you guys in a different light. you'd never be the same person in my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To miss goh who is most probably reading this: you're right, but i at least have the right to feel that, considering they're supposed to be 'model students'. yeah right., some model students.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-5833007771272940280?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/5833007771272940280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=5833007771272940280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/5833007771272940280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/5833007771272940280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2007/03/ok-i-feel-really-pissed-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-5747693903822618993</id><published>2007-03-23T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T13:51:51.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahha yay! my dad bought me a 1 gig memory card! love him to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neways..today sports day was like, so boring...so all i did was listen music, sms, watch tokyo drift and happy tree friends(=_+) on Lucas' mp4. Chieh Lee brought her portable dvd player la...but being the forgetful person i am, i forgot to bring the cds to watch T_T. Plus the damned NPCC ppl keep asking me to go back to my own house, when i was at the bridge inbetween the two colours, and there where a mix of red and green there? SO biased. hmph. Poor Chieh Lee...no one talk to her and all she could do was throw eraser dust at Daryl. Ate a hell lotta snacks too...ahaha im gonna go fat* (more fat) again. bleahs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-5747693903822618993?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/5747693903822618993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=5747693903822618993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/5747693903822618993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/5747693903822618993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2007/03/ahha-yay-my-dad-bought-me-1-gig-memory.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-8313588197288569219</id><published>2007-03-18T21:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T21:05:05.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay!!!new hp!! hahas. today went to the hello shop in parkway parade to buy my mom's hp since she somehow screwed it up, and halfway through the horribly long queue to get a number, my mom asked my bro whether she could have his phone and let him buy one, which he said no cause my mom treats phones vv.badly ._.'. Then she asked me whether i wanted to trade which to i said yes, (DUH!?, my brother dint want to, 'cos he has a omfg good phone already) and i almost bought the sony ericson E something or other (new, ultra thin one with MINI SIZED BUTTONS) but din't really want it...so yeah. :D!!!yay!! also got to buy: honey baked chicken, choc cake, grapes all which i LOVES!!sinful food... TT_TT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-8313588197288569219?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/8313588197288569219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=8313588197288569219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/8313588197288569219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/8313588197288569219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2007/03/yaynew-hp-hahas.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-117342513123189831</id><published>2007-03-09T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T20:24:33.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ugh. Results in. English 83 A2, Lit ? A1 Chinese 32 F9, Maths 84 A1, Science 70 A2, Geography 64 B4. ROFL. Failed my chinese X_X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did our lit R and J thing to day. XP we sucked alot..half the lines were missing and no one managed the powerpoint slides.=_=' Also got scolded by miss deepa. (even more =____+) I'm too lazy to explain stuff, so too bad :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea. Miss Goh found the contents of my Project Work file on her table. Where is the file? Beats me -.-'. Should've collected it earlier eh, wasted my money photocopying. Now all thats left is the stupid CAMERA. GOD DAMMIT. I'm so gonna die.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-117342513123189831?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/117342513123189831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=117342513123189831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/117342513123189831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/117342513123189831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2007/03/ugh.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-117274804231824083</id><published>2007-03-01T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T19:20:42.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh.My.God. Ok this is just creepy. This week i have been super careless. I lost my Maths Notebook and Workbook, which i had to redo, my chinese text and workbook, and my life science file. Miss Goh din't kill me like i'd expected her to, but i ahad to redo everything, so i lent Luvisha's work and note book to photocopy and copy. During recess i went to the book shop to photocopy. After that i couldn't find Luvisha, so i just put the book on her bag and went to copy my work. We forgot all about it until the end of our literature at my house, when Luvisha suddenly freaked out when i said i put it on her bag. After that she went home and we all hoped it was going to be in my locker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;The next day i checked, it wasn't there so luvisha went to tell Miss Goh that i had lost it, which made Miss Goh angry and i had to write a reflection leter for her. So the day passed and then. i found out AGAIN i left my two chinese books and life science file on the locker, and forgot to put it in. It wasn't there anymore when i checked and I was damn stressed by then la..so after that i stayed back for life sciences....and then the weird stuff starts here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Luvisha first found my chinese workbook &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ON THE FLOOR IN FRONT OF MY LOCKER&lt;/span&gt;. It was not there at first and i just passed it off as someone took it then put it back. Hidayah, CHieh Lee and Shao Jie went to the shoops near TPS to eat maggie and chat, and went back at 2.40. AFter that all my things started appearing! As i wanted to put things in my locker, i walked to it and thought "if my chinese workbook was found near here, could it mean my other book is up on the lockers?" so then i started jumping and i FOUND instead my maths notebook. I rushed back to Luvisha and showed it to her and one whole group of us (Jaime, Luvisha, Esther, Hidayah, Chieh Lee) started jumping up and down and we found: My chinese textbook, mathes workbook AND my princess diaries book which i totally did &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOT &lt;/span&gt;leave there! I had left it either in Maths homeroom (which according to the teacher, no one used except for our class that day) or my chinese homeroom, which it also would've been safe at. I did not, under any circumstances leave it on top of the locker! After which we all got freaked out and went to Miss Goh to report what we found out, and she sugested that mmaybe someone had a grudge against me or something.... but who can it be? I talk to almost everyone in class and&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...............oh god. i think i have an idea who....can he get anymore crazier!?&lt;/span&gt; Im soo spooked right now... Who would go all the way just to steal my books AND throw it all over the locker top? I mean, there might be a slight chance that i left my maths note and work book up there, but my princess diaries book? no way. someone certainly took it down and threw it there. It wasnt even on top of my locker. it was further down the row. ohgodohgodohgod. Make it stop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-117274804231824083?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/117274804231824083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=117274804231824083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/117274804231824083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/117274804231824083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2007/03/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-117232661445207166</id><published>2007-02-24T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T22:27:39.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHAHAA. short sabo post. Tommy wears an energy bra!XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img410.imageshack.us/img410/4595/loleditrd8.png" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-117232661445207166?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/117232661445207166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=117232661445207166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/117232661445207166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/117232661445207166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2007/02/hahahaa.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-117137581874566460</id><published>2007-02-13T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T18:49:27.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ah, yes. Another thing i forgot to post. School ends early for Chinese New years!! Heres the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The principle (mr.khairunan) started talking about o level results and how good we've done, and then moved on to teachers' day. He said by right, Chinese New Years' day is on a Sat, so school doesn't need to end early. (everyone 'boo's here) &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;, since the o level students did SO well, school finishes at 10!WOOTS!!WE LOVE YOU MR KHAIRUNAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-117137581874566460?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/117137581874566460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=117137581874566460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/117137581874566460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/117137581874566460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2007/02/ah-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-117126741956279754</id><published>2007-02-12T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T15:18:44.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yea. Miss Huda lollipopped me. (forgot to post that in the prev post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img356.imageshack.us/img356/9854/0702071648ho5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img356.imageshack.us/img356/9854/0702071648ho5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...HAHAHS I HAVE SOMMORE SABOING TO DO. But first...On Sat, i went to Sylvina's church, Hope, which was like uber cool...because of the sole reason: ITS NOT RUN BY ADULTS. So everything was like, so crazy, it really felt like praising god, not like in my church. Had quite alot of fun there eh, too bad its so far away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok..on Sunday there was this Project Runway SSS [Senior Sunday School]. My church is divided into Sec1 girls, sec 1 guys etc.etc. So they gave us 1/2 hour to dress up one of the people in our group with recycled items and stuff they gave us, like paper, glitter, blahblah, but the theme must be about valentines'. During the half an hour we were busying dressing them up, the 'commitee' members made a makeshift 'stage' (out of tables ._.) When the "fashion show" begun, we all were like ROFLMAO. (sabo-ing begins) PICTURES!!!hahahahaaas. Sorry for the horrible quality, i was using my phone in zoom mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img383.imageshack.us/img383/4956/1102071318fm5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img383.imageshack.us/img383/4956/1102071318fm5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BROTHER XD He is supposed to be a modern day cupid, but hes holding a gun..hmms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img201.imageshack.us/img201/8624/1102071319co1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img201.imageshack.us/img201/8624/1102071319co1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img485.imageshack.us/img485/4654/1102071320jc4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img485.imageshack.us/img485/4654/1102071320jc4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 2 Girls (aka my class)'s design. Theme..Princess of hearts (thats my teacher) Its made up of..garbage bags, that long sparkly thing, paper hearts, cloth hearts earring made on the spot, LOADS of scotch tape, and crypt paper here and there. &lt;/span&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/19539711-117126741956279754?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/117126741956279754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=117126741956279754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/117126741956279754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/117126741956279754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2007/02/oh-yea.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-117103018620948741</id><published>2007-02-09T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T22:11:11.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;So sad...Miss Huda getting transferred to Ping Yi. Its like, the worst place a teacher could ever go to..I mean like, the whole class says they hate her, but we all know that she is the 2nd best science teacher in the school, and her lessons are funny, and she actually TEACHES, not throw us some notes and expect us to pass. Though she makes us stay back vvv.late, it was kinda a way to make us hurry up on our work. Sads...i made a card for her, and Miao Wen bought a cake. Take care Miss Huda...i'll visit you when i visit my Ping Yi friends :(.&lt;br /&gt;(card design)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img219.imageshack.us/img219/9592/farewellcardvy9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hahahs.Ok today my dad fetched me to school...and he wanted to drive in the school to drop me off...but there was one long queue to go in the school, so my dad just dropped me outside the gate. As i opened the door, (the one facing the kerb) a stupid motorcycle who tried to bypass my dads car (YEA.BY USING THE SPACE BETWEEN MY DADS CAR AND THE KERB) he almost fucking hit me with his stupid motorcycle. I mean, you AREN't supposed to overtake a car if its very close to the kerb, you're supposed to overtake on the other side, so people alighting wont exactly expect a stupid motorcycle almost crashing into them. Because of that, i forgot to take my storybooks i brought for the reading period in English and ended up having to borrow from my friend, which was a good thing, cuz guess what the book was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img525.imageshack.us/img525/255/angelsndemonsyr6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeapyeap. Angel and Demons, by Dan Brown.(if you din't already notice, try saving the picture and flipping it 180 degrees[thats upside down btw.]. It still says Angels &amp;amp; Demons) Its story is like, really cool and when i feel like it i'll summarize it up here &gt;_&gt; (Quotes singlish: "Wait longlong la!") Mm...and then..nothing must happened..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school went out with Diana to shop for my New Years' clothes (with only a $100 T_T) and bought a blouse and jeans skirt, and took some photos at Mac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img143.imageshack.us/img143/2502/0902071502fs4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dianas horrible photographing(she made me look horrible o_o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img201.imageshack.us/img201/6269/0902071503oj9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, by Diana using my phone. ANDD next....the most anticipated photo....&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DIANA BEING RETARDED!!!!Secret photos unleashed!(Diana is gonna kill me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/5362/0902071501wh7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL*runs and ducks for cover as Diana throwing her textbooks at me yelling bitch!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-117103018620948741?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/117103018620948741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=117103018620948741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/117103018620948741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/117103018620948741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-117076513771988651</id><published>2007-02-06T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T20:32:17.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah, ok..On saturday I went out with Diana to buy her friend's prezzie, along with her friends......(the guys were gay o_o ROFL :X)....went out with my family after that to wisma atria, bought a nike purple and black jacket, a handbag for my mom, and..i think thats it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday...someone got possessed in my school. At least they THINK its possession. Supposedly this sec1-2 guy suddenly punched the dicipline master and started shaking violently, muttering in a strange language. It took two PE teachers, the vice principle and the dicipline master to hold him down. Then they brought him to the general office..i think...cool huh? I saw a funeral near school today...wonder if that spirit was the one.O_o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-117076513771988651?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/117076513771988651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=117076513771988651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/117076513771988651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/117076513771988651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2007/02/ah-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-116973425960520208</id><published>2007-01-25T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T22:11:00.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>UGH.ok these past 2 weeks seriously sucks. Everthing started from the Literature grouping. The darn literature grouping. We were doing a skit on Romeo &amp; Juliet and needed a mixture of girls and guys in the team. at that time, my group was the only one with no guys in it, so i kinda pannicked at asked for a spot in Amanda's group. Then i told the rest, and they spent like 1hr telling me not to go (which i din't in the end). So now in my group are: Luvisha, Chieh Lee, Cheri, Me, Daryl, Jun Xian and Louis. Zheng Wei tried to like get his way in, but my group din't want him so, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that stressing week it leads to Zheng Wei starts this fked up rumor about me choosing Jun Xian instead of him because i wanted him to be Romeo and i be Juliet. I was so pissed that week that i made our Lit group choose the positions on the spot and finalized it..that took another few days. Finalized Positions are:&lt;br /&gt;Chieh Lee - Lady Capulet&lt;br /&gt;Louis - Lord Capulet&lt;br /&gt;Gwen - Juliet&lt;br /&gt;Daryl - Romeo&lt;br /&gt;Luvisha - Count Paris&lt;br /&gt;Hidayah - Nurse&lt;br /&gt;Jun Xian - Tybalt&lt;br /&gt;Cheri - Romeo's friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene - Ballroom Scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh then after that i got sick. REALLY REALLY SICK. Probably due to all the fked up crap i went through the whole week, and probably all the yelling i did. I was sneezing and coughing throughout the whole day and used up all of Hidayah's tissues (sorry TT_TT). To make it worst, it was raining the whole stupid day, cold winds, AND I HAD TO STAY BACK FOR CCA. Some lame card game which was similar in a way to YugiYoh game cards, except all sciencey. And on that same day (today), we had a science&lt;br /&gt;test which im POSITIVE i flunked. And tomorrow there is a Maths test. GREAT. pondering whether i shoul dgo school tmr or not. ARGH. my.life.sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-116973425960520208?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/116973425960520208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=116973425960520208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/116973425960520208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/116973425960520208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2007/01/ugh_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-116935308820579965</id><published>2007-01-21T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T12:18:08.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J0E3K8w_1AM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J0E3K8w_1AM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We're waiting Tommy!(:&lt;br /&gt;(P.S. Hes not holding my hand, ITS A PINKY PROMISE!!=_=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-116935308820579965?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/116935308820579965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=116935308820579965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/116935308820579965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/116935308820579965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2007/01/were-waiting-tommy-p.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-116930668285275223</id><published>2007-01-20T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T23:24:42.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A special message to someone who has been treating me quite mean-ish: i'm not stealing him. i'm not even interested in him. The same thing applies the other way around. We're just friends who quarrel and talk to each other, yea? He likes you.[there, blunt much?Hes gonna kill me for that..] So um, yeah. Hope you get this message through friends and whatnot, because i'm starting to feel really guilty-ish that you're thinking whatever you're thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-116930668285275223?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/116930668285275223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=116930668285275223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/116930668285275223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/116930668285275223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2007/01/special-message-to-someone-who-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-116922282649096639</id><published>2007-01-20T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T23:35:12.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ugh. Okay.My dad cracked and bought me a new phone, because he hates the fact that he cant contact me. Unfortunately, its back to the Motorola L6 because motorola Z3 stopped production of that phone..aww. My mom bitched about for 3 days before shutting up and accepting that i had a new phone..Typical eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...Sarah's BBQ bday party today..quite fun haha....until i got a stupid message from qiong yue. No, not because it was her (shes nice, why should i hate her &lt;3[this is here because some people thinks i have a grudge against qiong yue=_=]), but because Miss Goh informed her that she posted something on the school portal, the format of how to do homework in the A4 exercise book. SO PISSED OFF can!? i Already DID it. THEN she posts it, what rubbish is this?If she wants to tell us the format, then be a responsible teacher and post it/tell us after she tells us the homework!arghh. Don't care ehh. I sent a message to her=/. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-116922282649096639?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/116922282649096639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=116922282649096639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/116922282649096639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/116922282649096639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2007/01/ugh.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-116876217844884881</id><published>2007-01-14T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T16:09:38.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;i hope my DEAR mother gets run over by a car, then lie there until she dies from loss of blood so that she feels the pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay. So i lost my phone. I got pickpocketed just because she asked me to go to some stupid market and follow her like a little dog. I explained to her. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;I am 100% SURE i brought the phone because i went up to my computer just to get it. I am SURE that when i went out of the car after she parked at the market that i still HAD my phone, because i stuck my hand in it and felt it there. After that i went up the stairs, my hand was no longer in my pocket. So it should be lost around the supermarket, right? I did not run, did not bend down, did not do anything that would make my handphone drop&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; Any human with a proper functioning brain could've told you that. But noo. Not my mother. She insisted that i lost it around the car and din't let me walk around ther supermarket to find it. If i went up to the supermarket, i would've heard my ringtone and confronted the fucking bastard who pickpocketed me. But my mother din't want to. She fucking blamed me of dropping my phone when every EVIDENCE points to pickpocketing. Then my dad found out from my mother's mouth (which is the WORST way he could find out) and now he isn't going to buy me a new phone!EVER! I seriously hate that bitch soo much. Even the Motorola Z3 he was going to buy for me because of my mother isn't going to happen. ARGH. Oh and to make things worst, she met her friend at the supermarket and kept going on about how i'm a failure to her as a daughter and my PERFECT brother NEVER lost a handphone in his life and he is SO responsible and independent in this "Oh, what bad luck for me to have such a fucked up daughter, aww poor me" type of voice. I'm the black sheep of the family, what do you want me to do? Jump off a building? As much as i would love to (seriously, i've considered it) the pain in doing so is not worth her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't care how many other children have complained about their mother on their blogs, and how many people think we're just spoilt or rebellious, but THIS IS SERIOUSLY TOO MUCH. its the real deal, not like most of the other people who has complained about their mothers. I never did this before because i believed everyone's lies about how she really cares about me. Fine, you want proof that she doesn't care? Here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. She said infront of me "Gavin, i have an amount of money kept for you in my bank to go overseas to study next time. Gwen ah....aiya when the time comes then see la. Worry about your future for what." (wtf worry about it when the time comes? oh, yeah, keep money for the older's future, don't care about mine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Everytime some new gadget comes, and its given to me, she tries to sabotage EVERY chance i have to give to my brother. And usually it works, though i usually argue my way into getting it back, to her displeasure. Well, her displeasure is my happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;3. She tries to act like she cares for me, when all she cares is for my brother, a.k.a the next manager of her company,to get everything and ANYTHING he wants. I know this because when me dad is angry with me she will whisper things in his ear, claiming it to be things like "don't be angry with her la.." and things like that. Then my dad comes out and with new accusations that WAS SO NOT TRUE, and my mom has this nasty little smirk on her face, and raises her hands behind of my dad, mouthing "i tried". Oh right. Tried. To make my dad more angry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;4. I have NEVER taken money from her, because she refuses to give me moeny even though it is really important. She says shes broke now, no money to give, but when my brother appears and ask for $20, money mysteriously appears in her wallet. The fucking bitch doesn't even care if i have no money for ez-link topup, and won't even spare me $1 in coins. Which caring mother does this!? Oh, and then she rants to everyone she knows how i leech all her money from her wallet, when she doesn't give me a fucking CENT. Sometimes i wish i was adopted. I've seen movies on how when people find out they're adopted, they get all sad and depressed. No, not me. If its true i'll gladly accept it and move in with my real mother, never once turning back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;i Hate the fucking bitch named my 'mother' in my birthcert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-116876217844884881?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/116876217844884881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=116876217844884881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/116876217844884881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/116876217844884881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-hope-my-dear-mother-gets-run-over-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-116869650135611660</id><published>2007-01-13T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T21:55:01.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;FUCK. That all i can say for now. too pissed off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-116869650135611660?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/116869650135611660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=116869650135611660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/116869650135611660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/116869650135611660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2007/01/fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-116859652714914581</id><published>2007-01-12T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T18:09:47.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok...today officially sucks. After school when i came outta the bus, i thanked my lucky stars for it not raining. God must really hate me or something (not suprised) and halfway up the hill i had to walk to reach my home it started raining. heavily. And it being like, upsloped, all the rain water kept flowing down and as a result my shoes innards were SOAKED. Imagine trying to walk up a hill with water flowing down in squishy-because-its-wet-inside shoes, carrying a OMFG-wet bag and holding a leaking umbrella. Not sure it was leaking, though just before I awlked into my condo i noticed my hair felt like little droplets of rain kept landing on it.ARGH. And there is like tons of homework! I have a 10page scrapbook for Art, WB for geog, 3 WS for Science, 1 WS for Maths, and hopefully thats all to it. OH great it just started raining again. yipee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-116859652714914581?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/116859652714914581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=116859652714914581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/116859652714914581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/116859652714914581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2007/01/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-116662696968307818</id><published>2006-12-20T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T16:30:45.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;As i browse through the many blogs in blogger, reading posts or just looking at the design, a page caught my eye. No, it was not because of the style which was oh so common, but what was written inside. I rolled my eyes. A xiaxue wannabe, trying to get the xiaxue-type effect to insult someone? puh-lease. Even more ironically so, it was ranting about some copying issues. I thought, "Right...you're copying xiaxue's type of releasing-fustration-about-petty-things-in-life posts, to complain about ripping?thats really ironic. And it wasn't JUST complaining. It was more like, for lack of a better word, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BITCHING.&lt;/span&gt; I mean, humans LEARN from copying. If everyone was selfish, and the people who made languages kept it to themselves, each and everyone of us would now be talking in a different language that we made ourselves (some wouldnt even know how to talk because guess what? We never could've copied each other) and there would be a communication problem. Just use that 1% of your pitifully small brain to figure that out, which by the way is stuffed full of stupid things like guys, yourself, makeup, yourself, friends, yourself, clothes and guess who? YOURSELF. you're not that popular. Get over your overwhelming crush on yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This not just to rant about a certain someone who shalt not be named, but its a tribute to all xiaxue wannabes out there. 3 words, 1 meaning. GET A LIFE. She won the best blogger award BECAUSE she was using her style of posting, and her style was laughable material.(in near perfect english, of course) Find your own style, and if others want to copy it, WHO CARES. It belongs to you and they just want some limelight. But, that design was originally copied off someone already, i don't see why you should be bitching about it, as it didn't belong to you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thats just more pathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;P.S. Just so you know,i know you din't insult me, you just touched one of my nerves by acting so bitchy about stuff you don't own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh and before some shell-shocked-i-can't-believe-she-said-that-about-me people out there try to insult me because i tried to help them, save the HUMJIs. imma girl, if you din't already figure out from the blog skin. Of course i have don't own a set of balls.&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/19539711-116662696968307818?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/116662696968307818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=116662696968307818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/116662696968307818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/116662696968307818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2006/12/as-i-browse-through-many-blogs-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-116539602914085640</id><published>2006-12-06T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T20:43:22.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha...woots vvv.long nvr post :D. Ok...so...basically, the party SUCKED BIG TIME. :( it was really a waste of time cans..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyway...YAY DIANA'S CHRISTMAS PARTY!!!!c: c: hope its better then Kishendra's one *hinthint*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;____________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;If you aren't that good looking ,stop acting like you don't know it .[It's NOT a crime for being not beautiful.]The captions under your picture that says "top model pose", "sexy bitch", "aren't i hot", "i am so cool" ,blahblahblah ,doesn't convince anyone, its only to make YOU feel better. Remember, just realising that is already step one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;TWO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;To the people who have like 25,000 friends ,Are you serious ?Nobody in this universe can keep up with that many friends. You're pathetic, trying to appear really really popular. Do the world a favour and go play in the traffic (killing yourself in the meantime)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;THREE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't ever post pictures and say, "OMG, I'm so ugly" ,"OMG,I'm so fat".'Cause if you think you are ,you wouldn't post 'em .simple rule !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;FOUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Nobody cares about THREATS over the internet .Don't try to act hardcore with the keyboard .Fighting online is like racing in the special olympics; even if you win, you're still retarded .Don't waste your time trying to scold the guy "KNNCCB YOUR HUMJI ARH THEN COME GEYLAND STRT 5 AND DEAL WITH IT LA"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;FIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Making 20 bulletins a day about how you hate other people b/c your not on their top 8 .who really cares ,I mean get over it! If you act like such a Bitch, you'd be on NO ONE's top 8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;SIX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Making plenty accounts ,and invite the same people from your previous account to add you. (again) that's pathetic .Get a life !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;SEVEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Who really gives a crap if someone don't accepts you as a friend ? MOVE ON!!!Don't send 'em another request or message asking "what's up with you not adding me?"They don't want you as a friend; that's what's up!Go home and cry, bitch and whine to your dog then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;IGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Little 6th graders and younger who have MySpace or Friendster and look like sluts ,go somewhere else 'cuz nobody wants you here. Go slut somewhere else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;NINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;And if you open a bulletin/mail and it says sth like "repost this in 100 seconds or a ghost will rape your dog or your 'lil cute doll tonight" or, "SEND THIS ON OR A CLOWN WILL APPEAR UNDER YOUR BED AND STRANGE YOU TO DEATH" HELLO ?!IT'S NOT REAL !QUIT BEING AN IDIOT !!!!!!!!THOSE ARE REALLY PATHETIC ! If they were true, i would've died 6 times, been killed my 3 ghosts, strangled to death by a clown and if i had a dog it would've been raped 4 times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-116539602914085640?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/116539602914085640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=116539602914085640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/116539602914085640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/116539602914085640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2006/12/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-116299066573359703</id><published>2006-11-08T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T20:58:09.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay!!!my dad got the Samsung K5 (mp3 player that just came out a few days ago, 2 gig, ipod size, built in loudspeakers, sound quality SUPERB, colour screen) to write a story abt..and guess who gets to test it!=D!!soo soo cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, going to Kishendra's deepavali party~because i have nothing to do=D. meeting at diana's hse ard 1-2 pm and going to the party at 3 c:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-116299066573359703?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/116299066573359703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=116299066573359703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/116299066573359703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/116299066573359703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2006/11/yaymy-dad-got-samsung-k5-mp3-player.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-116261798790878864</id><published>2006-11-04T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:26:28.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So..havent posted for veryvery long...anyways...i lost my freaking handphone...(did i already type that?) the Motorola L6 one...you know, the only i got only this year? I haven't lost any handphones until now..why must i start!? Now i'm using my spare phone.. (Sony Ericsson T630).. hope that my dad would buy me a new handphone soon!(like, tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went malaysia for a week with my family, buying stuff and spending like $2000-$3000 SGD altogether. Yea, like WTF!?!? right? Ah..well.=/. Bought a nike sling bag (YAY!), a nike polo shirt, sports shoes, a white gold necklace with (part of my moms gift), and...i can't remember the rest.or if there is a rest.=/. STM ^-^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-116261798790878864?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/116261798790878864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=116261798790878864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/116261798790878864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/116261798790878864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2006/11/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-116149606478077942</id><published>2006-10-22T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T13:47:44.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahas..so far these people wished me!!=D&lt;br /&gt;1. Mom&lt;br /&gt;2. Bro&lt;br /&gt;3. Elaine&lt;br /&gt;4. Ben&lt;br /&gt;5. Ryan&lt;br /&gt;6. Zheng Wei&lt;br /&gt;7. Tommy&lt;br /&gt;8. Jia Yi&lt;br /&gt;9. Luvisha&lt;br /&gt;10. Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And My Prezzies:(excluding dianas and elaines ones)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2751/1472/1600/DSCF0789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2751/1472/320/DSCF0789.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moms gift (love it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2751/1472/1600/DSCF0791.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2751/1472/1600/DSCF0791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="241" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2751/1472/320/DSCF0791.jpg" width="319" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bros gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2751/1472/1600/DSCF0792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2751/1472/320/DSCF0792.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dads gift (and a new HP, soon =D)&lt;br /&gt;Its a SIM card btw..with the SIM card missing.XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2751/1472/1600/DSCF0793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2751/1472/320/DSCF0793.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidayahs gift =D its jumbo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2751/1472/1600/DSCF0794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2751/1472/320/DSCF0794.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chieh Lees gift!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-116149606478077942?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/116149606478077942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=116149606478077942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/116149606478077942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/116149606478077942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2006/10/hahas.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-116100784936659123</id><published>2006-10-16T22:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T13:13:12.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Went out last fri,(13th) with Diana and Elaine!=D.I and Diana went earlier cuz we had to buy Elaines 'surprise' gift..budden ended up pissing her off cuz we made her wait for quite long..=((.Aft that went to Minitoons to buy Diana's sling bag and to e wallet shop to buy my new pencil case!=D. Then went to take neoprints then Mac to wait till 3 for buffet at sakae! (i know, i SUCK at telling what i did, where etc. Lets just let the pictures do their work!=P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: LOL..i actually had this ready in draft mode since like 3 weeks ago.XP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2751/1472/1600/13-10-2006%2005;02;36PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2751/1472/320/13-10-2006%2005%3B02%3B36PM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana so evil!! put her&lt;br /&gt;hand on my back force me down=X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2751/1472/1600/S3000113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2751/1472/320/S3000113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Gift from elaine and diana lolx&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2751/1472/1600/S3000111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2751/1472/320/S3000111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elaine's extra gift to me=D&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2751/1472/1600/S3000114.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2751/1472/320/S3000114.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana and my gift to Elaine!=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2751/1472/1600/S3000115.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2751/1472/320/S3000115.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Twist! hahs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2751/1472/1600/S3000120.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2751/1472/1600/S3000120.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2751/1472/320/S3000120.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lousy photographing by none other then Diana XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2751/1472/1600/S3000121.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2751/1472/1600/S3000121.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2751/1472/1600/S3000121.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2751/1472/1600/S3000121.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2751/1472/320/S3000121.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mess i made.&gt;_&lt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2751/1472/1600/S3000122.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2751/1472/1600/S3000122.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2751/1472/1600/S3000122.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2751/1472/1600/S3000122.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2751/1472/1600/S3000122.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2751/1472/320/S3000122.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Diana is greedyXD.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2751/1472/1600/S3000125.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2751/1472/1600/S3000125.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2751/1472/1600/S3000125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2751/1472/320/S3000125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2751/1472/1600/S3000125.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2751/1472/1600/S3000125.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2751/1472/1600/S3000125.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2751/1472/1600/S3000125.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The 3rings we bought. Mickey!hahas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HOnestly, there is more, but it is like 1 AM here..ITS MY BIRTHDAY XD. So..im tired.gonna post my b'dae prezzies and maybe some more of the sutff later in the day bahs...wake me up at 11 AM =P. over and out!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-116100784936659123?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/116100784936659123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=116100784936659123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/116100784936659123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/116100784936659123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2006/10/went-out-last-fri13th-with-diana-and_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-116064799331906820</id><published>2006-10-12T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T18:13:13.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Whee!! exams over!!two days of marking day before the post exam activities and the checking of paper...going out with diana and elaine tmr!!!yay!! its been &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ages &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;since ive gone out.we're gonna go buy each other birthday gifts..lols..&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/19539711-116064799331906820?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/116064799331906820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=116064799331906820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/116064799331906820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/116064799331906820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2006/10/whee-exams-overtwo-days-of-marking-day_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-116039963183957390</id><published>2006-10-09T20:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T21:13:51.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; full name:&lt;br /&gt;Gwendolyn Wong Shu Ping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; name backwards:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Uhh.wtf?this is for..?gniP uhS gnoW nylodnewG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; were you named after someone:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't think there was a Gwen Stefani in my parents time so no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; meaning of name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;think was something like...white lily...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; nickname:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; uhh.Gwenness.-_-.Stupid Lucas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt; screen name: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hara Michiyo `&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt; D.O.B:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; 22nd October 1993&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt; place of birth:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; Thompson Medical. Why...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt; nationality: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Singaporean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;10. current location:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;In a chair, infront of my computer, in a condo beside a cemetery, on a Hill, in SG, that is in Asia, in the Earth.Specific enough?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;11. star sign:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Libra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;12. height:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;159cm.T_T.1 more cm!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;13. shoe size:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Umm.don't remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;14. hair colour:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Quite brown...highlighted look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;15. eye colour:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Brownish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;16. who do you look like: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;...If i knew, i would've christened her godtwin already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;17. innie or outtie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;-_-?meaning...like indoors or outdoors? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;both i guess...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;18. leftie or rightie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Leftie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;19. gay, straight, bi or others:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Straight...why?who wants to know? and there are others? like what!? im curious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;20. best friends:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't want to answer this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;21. best friend you trust most:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Elaine &amp; Diana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;22. favourite pals:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't think i have any in BV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;23. best friend of opposite sex:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Uh. Ryan i guess?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;24. best buddies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;All but people who arent. HAHS. betcha reread that sentence twice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;25. boyfriend or girlfriend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;If i had one it would be a boy.-_-.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;26. crush:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;You must be gullible if u think i'm going to write that on my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;27. parents:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Trust me, you don't wanna meet them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;28. worst enemy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Pearlene, Sharon LEE, TRX, Adrian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;29. favourite online guy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't really have a favourite in that department..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;30. favourite online girl:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Gurl...uh...that question doesn't sound right..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;31. craziest friend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Clarissas group...hahs no offense ^^"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;32. advice friend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Uh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;33. person you cry with:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't set a meeting to cry.havent cried in like.6 yrs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;34. any sisters: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;none. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;any brothers: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;one, you shouldve known that if you are here. the password remember?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;35. any pets: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Used to have  a big turtle and 2 small ones (big one got released, 1 small was stolen, other died.amen.)a gold fish, 3 angel fish, and alot of other fish i do not know the names of.Those named are my faves?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;36. any disease:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Is STM considered a diasease?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;37. pagers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;whats that?an old fashioned phone?XP just kidding. this is like the 21st century.who has pagers anymore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;38. personal phone line:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; 91737440...now i've revealed that, the password stays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;39. cell phone: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Motorola L6 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;40. pool or hot tub: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hot tub! if it was in my room's balcony it would be SO MUCH COOLER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;41. a car: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeap, a RX8. in my DREAMS. hahs i have a lil toy car RX8 tho.^-^.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;42. your personality: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;sarcastic, funnyish.cute i hope? =D=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;43. driving: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;If u handed me your carkeys and pointed a gun to my head to tell me to drive,it will be the last thing u'll do cause ill thrash your car and kill you in the process.*shrugs* advanced warning given&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;44. room:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;My room is in my house.duh.make the qns more specific..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;45. whats missing: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;A happily ever after ending?nahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;46. school: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Bedok View Sec Sch. C:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;47. bed colour:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Dark blue...why would you want to know..o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;48. relationship with parents:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;i hate my Mother, but with my Dad its okay i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;49. believe in yourself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; I strongly believe that i would fail my science EOY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;50. believe in love at first sight:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; No, thats called infatuation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;51. good listener: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Duh! i'm a part time advisor for PYSS 1o2! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;52. get along well with parents:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; You love hearing me say i hate my mom don't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;53. save email conversations:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;How do you have e-mail convers?thats WAY too slow..so no. IM convers? yes.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;4. pray: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Every Sunday in church, and when i really want to have/do/want it to be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;55. believe in reincarnation: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I guess...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;56. make fun of people: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I try not to, i really do, but i cant help it!(halo starts forming)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;57. like to talk on the phone: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Kind of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;58. want to get married: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Given a choice between a freaking jerk and being single, ill stay single.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;59. like to drive:Yeapp. Can i borrow your car?thanks..*vroom..SCREEECH BANG* heres your keys back. *shrugs again* i already gave u advanced warning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;60. motion sickness: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;61. eat stem of broccoli:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't really mind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;62. eat chicken with fork:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeap, when im in sme fancy pansy restruant or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;63. dream in colour:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; What does this mean..? Do your dreams come in black and white? You better go get a refund then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;64. type with your fingers on home role:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm getting really sick of questions that make no FKING SENSE. All i know is i type with my fingers, like most normal humans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;65. sleep with stuff animals: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Now? nopes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;66. next to you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;My brothers computer. The other side? A wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;67. on the walls of your room: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Painted, Air Conditioned, and i don't paste posters. Do nothing in my room except to sleep and get clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;68. on your mousepad:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;uh. geez i don't know.My MOUSE prehaps?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;69. dream car:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Some really sleek looking car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Like an RX8 or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;70. dream date:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Somewhere where u aren't there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;71. dream honeymoon spot:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hawaii, or Florida~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;72. dream husband or wife:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;You SERIOUSLY must be kidding me..how would i know? Over optimizing is a bad thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;73. bedtime: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Varies from 10.30-2 at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;74. under your bed: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;My carpet covered floor? It doesnt exactly float in midair, so i can't say Ooo! A bunch of houses!!75. single most important question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Who MADE this crappy quiz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;76. bad time of a day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;In the morning when my hair is messed up and i feel sleepy..*rubs eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;77. your worst fear: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Being left alone in the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;78. the weather is: HAZY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;79. time:6.49 PM. Oh look! its 6.50PM now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;80. date:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Seriously, the questions must be more specific. My fav date is my bdae date i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;81. best trick did on someone:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Some annoying bitch called Pearlene overheard that we were going TM, and said "Oh! I'm coming!". No one wanted her to go, so we told her the meeting place was changed to bugis, and told her to go first as they needed to go home to change. When Pearlene left, they headed to TM and off-ed their HPs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;82. theme song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; Inuyasha theme songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;83. hardest thing about growing up:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Having peer pressure, and having annoying parents that don't give you freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;84. funniest experience:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; Same as the best trick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;85. silliest thing you have ever said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Uhm.i Forced myself to forget those really embarrasing ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;86. scariest thing while you are with your friends:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;BVSS ghost house. Went in with 5 girls and a guy..and you are supposed to follow a small beam of light through a maze until the end. If u get lost, thats your problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;87.worst feeling: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Disappointment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;88. best feeling in the world: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Being happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;89. AND NOW THE SABOTAGING BEGINS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;- like, my frens don't blog, so this sadly im going to put as a blank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-116039963183957390?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/116039963183957390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=116039963183957390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/116039963183957390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/116039963183957390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2006/10/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-116023153138946839</id><published>2006-10-07T21:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T20:57:48.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;EEE!!! the haze so freaking horrible!!so unhealthy and..stuff.smelly too. Wish they would stop killing trees and polluting the world?this morn went to tuition...PSI was like.130? 100+ is already unhealthy and it was like 130!!!ahh!!so my dad sent me to tuition(XD).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-116023153138946839?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/116023153138946839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=116023153138946839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/116023153138946839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/116023153138946839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2006/10/eee-haze-so-freaking-horribleso_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-115986976620947206</id><published>2006-10-03T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T18:02:46.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;small update.the pearlene twin?yea.i just found out her name. Sharon Lee something something. forgot.=/.so now we know.^-^. The girl i got the name and  pic from (joey) is her friend, but i think shes quite nice?whats a girl doing like that befriending that Sharon girl i wonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-115986976620947206?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/115986976620947206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=115986976620947206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/115986976620947206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/115986976620947206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2006/10/small-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-115977716062663344</id><published>2006-10-02T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T16:19:20.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Update due to popular demand (XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;hahas....okies....ill now write what most secondary school pupils now will write on their blogs. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; OMG!!!EXAMS SO NEAR LIAOS!!Oct4-11 EHH!!STUDY MUZ STUDYY!!!&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahems....ok now that is done...update of my life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dat day i was waiting for the bus to my tuition teacher's house...and somehow this really big red ant crawled to my neck..but i dint notice anything...so when the bus came i sat infront of this middleaged woman. The lady noticed the ant and, unlike some really selfish people who would just ignore it, warned me and crushed it...hahas so nice rite? XP.(maybe i just have met too many unpleasant people that even that is nice XD) at first i was like..erh...why did that woman press my back?then she said smth like "xiao mei, you ge da de ma yi wor" haha ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways...i've gotten back my chinese oral marks...and GUESS WHAT!? i got 25/30 fer it!! miracle rite!!!THANK YOU GOD!!C: I LOVE YOU!!!(if u all are thinking 'whats so good about a 25?' its cuz i seriously &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CANNOT&lt;/span&gt; speak chinese...maybe i got a lax teacher?=/.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;i've gotten my geog mark back too. i mean for the newspaper project we did for the june holis.haven't taken the exam u noe~. i got a 21/30.T_T.hais...overall, adding all the previous tests and exams i had on geog, i think i got 60+.just scrapeda B4 haahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lit mark was out too.quite bad.overall is also 62.5 around there i think.haahs i'm lazy to go downstairs where my bag is to check them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;OH yea....if i havent written on this blog yet, (i know i spammed about it in the APS blog) i found this girl who is exactly like Pearlene...1 word for them,  BITCHES. B-I-T-C-H-E-S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-115977716062663344?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/115977716062663344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=115977716062663344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/115977716062663344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/115977716062663344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2006/10/update-due-to-popular-demand-xd-hahas.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-115847964776110585</id><published>2006-09-17T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T15:54:07.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;QUIZ/SURVEY TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;01) Your mood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;- hmms. Im having mood swing rite now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;02) Are you happy with your life now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;- NO NUH UH it sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;03) When you meet the right person,do you fall in love with him fast?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;- If the 'right person' has a crappy attitude to me? It will take veryvery long...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;04) Have you ever had your heartbroken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;- Not really...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;05) Do you believe there are some circumstances where cheating love is acceptable?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;- Unless i WITNESS that you lose all your memories and went out with another girl? Thats ok i guess. But you'll always be a SOB in my head.Either then that, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;06) Would you take someone back if he cheats on you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;- If he even dares to ask i'll bitch slap him to the moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;07) Have you talk bout marriage with another before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;- Its not good to be THAT optimistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;08) If someone like you right now,what do you think is the best way to let you know his feelings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;- Flirt and see how he reacts?LOL just joking...ask a friend to ask him i guess?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;09) Do you enjoy getting into relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;- Hmms.....LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;10) Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;- Not really...thats something called infatuation in my dictionary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;11) Are you romantic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;- How am i supposed to know?Ask the poeple i date..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;12) Do you believe you can change someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;- I aready did..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;13) Have you ever broken a heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;- Nopes.That is..i don't think so....Oh no..=/..maybe i did once..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;16) If one day your best friend falls in love with the guy you deeply in love with,what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;- If like, the guy likes her...i can't exactly snatch that away and force him to like me right..i'd probably give up..until they break.hahahaaa=X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;17) Are you missing someone now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;- Hell yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you have to ask 4 of your friends to do this survery!Write down their names in the list below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;-DIANA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;-ELAINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;-JASMINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;-KENGLIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-115847964776110585?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/115847964776110585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=115847964776110585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/115847964776110585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/115847964776110585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2006/09/quizsurvey-time-01-your-mood-hmms.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-115789542012296470</id><published>2006-09-10T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T17:52:48.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;1. Male friend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;I have alot of them, so i dont want to answer this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;2. Female: best female ____ ?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;f the blank is supposed to be friend, then its the same as guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;3. Vacation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Hmms, probably Famosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;4. Day of the week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;5. Food:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Chicken Cutlet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;6. Memory:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hmms. Now that private LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;1. Person you saw:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;My Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;2. Talked to on the phone:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Luvisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;3. Hugged: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;I don't do hugging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;4. Person u texted: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Elaine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;1. Is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Fk-ed Up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;2. Got any plans:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;WAS planning to go Sakae Sushi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;3. Dislikes about tomorrow:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;School...Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Favorites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;1. Number(s):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;7, 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;2. Song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Tokyo Drift(its my blog music, go figure.), Some Jap songs, most eng songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;3. Color:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Baby Blue, Hot Pink, DarkDark Purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;4. Season:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Winter.Feel that SG is too hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Currently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;1. Missing someone:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Totally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;2. Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Somewhere between happy and pissed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;True or False&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;I am a morning person:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I am a perfectionist:F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;I am an only child: F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I am currently in my pajamas: F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;I am online 24/7: A close T, but F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I am very shy around the opposite gender: F, unless its a guy i like, then its T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;I currently regret something that I have done: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I enjoy talking on the phone: T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;I have a lot to learn: T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I have a secret: T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DON'T TAKE IT IF YOU'RE GOING TO LIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.WHAT KIND OF SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;- Blue Shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2.WOULD YOU KISS ANYONE ON YOUR FRIEND'S LIST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- Newsflash, i don't make friends with people to KISS them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. DO YOU HAVE "A THING" FOR ANYONE ON YOUR TOP FRIENDS LIST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;- The response is similiar to 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;4. HOW MANY PEOPLE ON YOUR LIST DO YOU KNOW IN REAL LIFE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- Most of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. HOW MANY KIDS DO YOU WANT TO HAVE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;- I'll ponder on that when the time comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;6. DO YOU HAVE A GOOD RELATIONSHIP WITH BOTH YOUR PARENTS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- I HATE my mom, ok with my dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. WHAT NAME WOULD YOU WANT TO HAVE BESIDES THE ONE YOU HAVE NOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;- Hmms.hailey maybe?Sounds nice hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;8. WOULD YOU EVER MAKE OUT WITH SOMEONE OF THE SAME SEX?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- Unless i turn lesbian?No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. WHAT DID YOU DO FOR YOUR LAST B-DAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;- Eat out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;10. WHAT TIME DID YOU WAKE UP TODAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- 5.50 A.M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. WHAT WERE YOU DOING AT MIDNIGHT THREE NIGHTS AGO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;- Hmms..thats...Fri....i was on the com i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;12. DO YOU LIKE HAVING YOUR HAIR PULLED?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- Would you like it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. NAME SOMETHING YOU CAN'T WAIT TO DO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;- Go out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;14. LAST TIME YOU SAW YOUR MOM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- Yesterday, but i dont even want to see her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. WHAT IS ONE THING YOU WISH YOU COULD CHANGE ABOUT YOURSELF?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;- To be less sarcastic?hahs.NOT! XP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;16. IF YOU HAD 250,000 DOLLARS... WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH IT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- Buy lots of useless stuff..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN AT YOUR CURRENT JOB?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;- Child Protection Law prevents me from working. Not that i want to, though if there wasn't any such law i bet my mom would force me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;18. HAVE YOU EVER TALKED TO TOM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- Who is he?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.DESCRIBE WHAT UNDERWEAR ARE YOU WEARING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;- Okaay.Which SICKO made this quiz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;20. LAST THING YOU ATE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- A gummy bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. WHATS YOUR FAVORITE MONTH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;- October ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;22. YOUR LEAST FAVORITE MONTH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- The months before exams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. WHAT'S THE LAST PIECE OF CLOTHING YOU BORROWED FROM ANYONE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;- Hmms.Boxshorts from Diana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;24. WHO IS GETTING ON YOUR NERVES RIGHT NOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- Apart from the flirt and the person who made this quiz?No one~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. MOST VISITED WEBPAGE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;- Erhms....www.mediaminer.org hahs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;26. LAST PERSON YOU TEXT MESSAGED?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- Elaine......Why is this question repeated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. LAST PERSON TO MAKE YOU SAD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;- HIM....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;28. WOULD YOU TAKE A BULLET FOR YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- Depends who...no BFF?~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. FAVORITE KIND OF DRINK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;- Gassy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;30. HAVE YOU BEEN TO EUROPE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- Dont think so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. IF SOMEONE YOU HATED DIED, WHAT WOULD YOU DO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;- Depends who...some of them i wouldn't even go to their funeral. Call me heartless, but u don't know what they did so you have no right to comment&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/19539711-115789542012296470?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/115789542012296470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=115789542012296470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/115789542012296470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/115789542012296470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2006/09/best-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-115512992819038217</id><published>2006-08-09T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T21:25:28.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;mmm...e national day concert was quite nice...the recollection thing was dam farni LOL. At first the teacher incharge was like saying.."we are going to show you all a video based on the recollection.please try to refrain your laughter as this is a solemn event" (something like that) then they showed a vid on some of the teacher acting like villagers and some as japanese...the villagers trying to run from the japs and some got caught..so the "japs" used their pointy looking guns and poked them on the stomach etc...its was like..dam hilarious to see e teachers doing that..especially my form teacher, being a jap LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-115512992819038217?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/115512992819038217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Man...yesterday i went for MP...then we went to the library to do some collam making competition...(it was humanities week..wdv dat is) which consisted of us pasting coloured rice on a piece of paper to form smth dat represents Singapore...so my group did a NeWater bottle...spent like.2hrs doing dat!!*bleahs*...i reached home at about 5.45...dunno y was so tired..slept at ard 10.30..(so early rite?X_x.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-115391683071549533?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/115391683071549533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=115391683071549533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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life...basically nth much happened la..so..yea...oh yeah...omg!!!...exams next week le...=/.so fast...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Last fri we went for e road run (cross country) at bedok reservior (4.2km)..but since e day they choose also ish racial harmony b4 e run we muz do some simosimo mass dance or smth...its realreal stupid...hahas...but luckily i dint need to dance and/or run!!power to Media and Promo!! i was assigned (actually i chose) to take pictures of the mass dance and road run..so we were excused from both!!!wheee!!=)) sooo tmr meeting the MP teacher to give her e pics and the form for some photography course...(can u believe it it was reprinted like 4 times)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-115374498258935180?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/115374498258935180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=115374498258935180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/115374498258935180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/115374498258935180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2006/07/hahaa.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-115236635783778205</id><published>2006-07-08T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T21:01:41.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2751/1472/1600/08-07-2006%2002;18;26PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2751/1472/320/08-07-2006%2002%3B18%3B26PM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2751/1472/1600/08-07-2006%2002;44;02PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2751/1472/320/08-07-2006%2002%3B44%3B02PM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2751/1472/1600/08-07-2006%2002;52;42PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2751/1472/320/08-07-2006%2002%3B52%3B42PM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2751/1472/1600/08-07-2006%2002;29;29PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2751/1472/320/08-07-2006%2002%3B29%3B29PM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;went to TPS colours of life earlier todae...abt 10..it was soo dam boring... new principle doesnt care abt fun anymore i guess...=.=...anyways..after that we went to take neoprints!!=)) me like neoprints!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-115236635783778205?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/115236635783778205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=115236635783778205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/115236635783778205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/115236635783778205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2006/07/went-to-tps-colours-of-life-earlier.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-115227951068640530</id><published>2006-07-07T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T21:39:11.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Visited PYSS today...hahas...went to TM with my friends and bought a pair of dangling earrings wif butterflys on them..haha~met Jia Yi,Keng Lin and dat biatches sis joycelyn there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;We went ta macdonalds after that and was sitting beside dis proud mom and her son (we think he is in RI)...so i over heard them talking about how PYSS ish not a good sch wif horrible students (was hinting at us =_=) and dun mix with them etc (i was wearing PYSS uni) so i typed it on mi HP and let mi 2 fwens see.then one of them started talking VERY loudly abt how PY choir got in SYF, Football got 1st in east zone (i think), Millitary Band,etc. and even though PY name ish nown to be a paikia sch our cca ish gd, and that last year 90% of the students passed o lvls and got in JC, while the other two of us laughed.more like ROFLMAO kinda laugh. So i heard her again saying that CCA isn't important and something like "see this is their way of thinking that their sch is good".So i said lets go home b4 mi fwen starts again...we told the guys (they sat veryVERY far away from us) and on the way out mi fwen passed by the same mom and whispered VERY loudly "PYSS ROCKS". after that we all were laughing like crazy..hahaaa.i hate those kinda moms that think dat everyone ish below her son...HATE... though her son kept looking at me for some reason..O_o...weirdo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-115227951068640530?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/115227951068640530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=115227951068640530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/115227951068640530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/115227951068640530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2006/07/visited-pyss-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-115191443359598963</id><published>2006-07-03T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T16:13:53.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;lol..my old sch, PYSS, called mi mom up..."do you know that your daughter has not been coming to sch for a very long time?" "excuse me, there must be a mistake here.My daughter transferred from PYSS 3 months ago!" "*silence* ok..thanks for telling me that." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;LOL..i mean..after 3 mths of thinking dat i skipped sch then they call.strange huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-115191443359598963?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/115191443359598963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=115191443359598963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/115191443359598963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/115191443359598963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2006/07/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-115113681525071242</id><published>2006-06-24T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T16:15:49.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;went to chalet like 2 days ago...it was kinda boring..-.-...v.lil ppl went..so..yea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2751/1472/1600/S3000028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 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Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/115113681525071242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/115113681525071242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2006/06/went-to-chalet-like-2-days-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-115064288241508167</id><published>2006-06-18T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T23:01:22.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;YAY~!new phone~!Motorola L6..hahas...*happy* finally i get a new phone aft like..2-3yrs of waiting..haha~!=D=D hafta wait 8 hrs for it to charge...=((.. changed mi line too...to e I one plus (i1+) student plan...free 1k messages and free incoming..finally can conference LOL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-115064288241508167?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/115064288241508167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=115064288241508167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/115064288241508167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/115064288241508167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2006/06/yaynew-phonemotorola-l6.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-114908449000411680</id><published>2006-05-31T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T22:08:10.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2751/1472/1600/aps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2751/1472/400/aps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;lols..I'mma proud member of e Anti-Pearlene Society! e pic ain't well done but heck...y bother making it so nice for DAT biatch...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-114908449000411680?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/114908449000411680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=114908449000411680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/114908449000411680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/114908449000411680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2006/05/lols_31.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-114908401473019742</id><published>2006-05-31T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T22:00:14.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;lols...ok..my marks..&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Eng B4&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Chi E8&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Maths C5&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Science B4&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;History C5&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Lit B4&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;D&amp;T C5&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Art B4&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;CME B&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Music C&lt;/span&gt;..so...erh..its quite bad la..hahas..34/38 in class position..X_x...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;i can skip e chi blogging class tmr! yay!got some dental appointment..hahas...beats going to CHINESE blogging class...on fri going out to TM wif mi church fwens...sat a church camp...sun e sunday market~!..and e GDOP, Global Day Of Prayer....bleahs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-114908401473019742?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/114908401473019742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=114908401473019742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/114908401473019742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/114908401473019742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2006/05/lols.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-114792675237211867</id><published>2006-05-18T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T12:38:18.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CELEBRATE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yeah!exams over!woots...hahas...long time dint update...^_^" tmr ish e starting of e post exams activities....bleah..ahh well...*opens champagne bottle and dumps contents on pearlene's head* cheers!haha xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;post activities include...cleaning up east coast beach (CIP) and a sandcastle building competition..chinese blogging classes....history lecture...trip to science centre for another lecture..sunday market!!=))...ok...next time ill write a longer one..im not the journal writing kind so..yea...ttfn!&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/19539711-114792675237211867?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/114792675237211867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=114792675237211867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/114792675237211867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Though it only takes 4 muscles to reach out and slap someone in the mouth"&lt;br /&gt;Dat soo makes sense...feel like doing dat to dat backstabbing..*inaudiable mutterings*..anyways...YAY!! theres no sch today as mi sch ish used for some voting centre thing..so im gonna visit mi PYSS fwens today..then i study...well it beats studying e whole day..like my mom will force mi to...gonna go back PYSS and maybe use those 4 muscles to slap dat biatch..and probably another 28 muscles to smile sweetly to her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-114610943187651356?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/114610943187651356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;mi bro was getting ready for a party of some kind...i was on e com.He walked out of e toilet..his perfume bottle thingy in his hand... when i realised wad he was abt to do and ran... but he finally caught mi and guess wad he did? *spraysprayspray* aww yuck now i smell like male perfume..it STINKS..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tries to rub off e perfume* =.=...anyway...any1 noticed e sky colour?its orange! cool huh? it turned orange abt 6.50..turned purple around 7..its gonna b one heavy thunder storm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-114561854829543190?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/114561854829543190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'>WHeee...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;lols...ok..hmms..wad to write..oh yeah..OMGG...EXAMS 28 april... haiss... booooooo ..i havent studied yet ... im sure im gonna fail e history...and chinese for sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;lols..had media and promo today..(my CCA)...all we did over there was staple together e BV Blaze (sch newsletter)... it started like 2.30 and i left at 2.50...waste of time huh?y did she get all the photographers and designers juz to do dat? and cuz of dat i got drenched..again...dis time mi skit+ shirt + bag was totally wet..lifes a bitch sometimes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-114551985817322091?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19539711.post-114466146744483063</id><published>2006-04-10T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T17:31:07.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NAPFA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;omg...we weren't even infromed in advanced dat dere was napfa..until 2day..da running day...we ran at bedok reservior abt half its distance b4 u turning and running back..and i think i failed e timing(released tmr)...and position...54/80 so dead tired..took a taxi home..gonna go relax now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-114466146744483063?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19539711.post-114456988939742141</id><published>2006-04-09T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T16:04:49.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>erh hehe ^_^"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;erh....lols sry i kinda 4got abt dis blog..hehe ^_^"..anyways...update of mi life...e bbq basically suxed..as it rained..mi and gurleen were drenched..even with an umbrella...and of course since it rained we couldnt have e BBQ...found out dat e class separated themselves to 2 groups...and dere was some tension...cuz i dun even belong to dat sch anymore...and like..dint knoe wads going on..so i was like dragged from this group to dat with them telling mi different things abt e other group...so...imagine how dat feels...lols...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Rite so now i hab 2 music proj..1 history proj..tons of hw plus e exams coming...stress!!dat reminds mi...need to go 2 e bedok view portal to do some quiz b4 e teacher bites my head off again...dun think i can go in as like im new and i cant even borrow books using mi ex-link card!!.. ok..so erm..till next time~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-114456988939742141?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/114456988939742141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=114456988939742141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/114456988939742141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/114456988939742141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2006/04/erh-hehe.html' title='erh hehe ^_^&quot;'/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-114370658661889325</id><published>2006-03-30T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T16:19:47.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mdm Bibi Jan's BBQ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;im gonna leave in a few mins for it.hahas..can finally knoe wad mi results/position in class is! so erh....yeah..meeting gurleen at e kembangan and taking bus to her hse...hope its gonna b fun..i look dam weird..hahas...ok..gtg cyas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-114370658661889325?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/114370658661889325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=114370658661889325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/114370658661889325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/114370658661889325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2006/03/mdm-bibi-jans-bbq.html' title='Mdm Bibi Jan&apos;s BBQ'/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-114311258819583144</id><published>2006-03-23T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T19:16:28.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Obviously, i wasnt completeing...juz sitting dere and cheering my lungs out...it ended at 12.30 and i had to walk all e way back to BVSS and take e bus home..after that i had tuition! torture or wad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah..i found out...SOME people in PYSS are angry wif mi transfering to BVSS...well..wdv to them...they only think for themselves..fairweathered fwens...i wont put their names up here as dat would b flaming....but you knoe who u r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539711-114311258819583144?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/114311258819583144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=114311258819583144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/114311258819583144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/114311258819583144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2006/03/sports-day.html' title='Sports Day'/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-114293696375950444</id><published>2006-03-21T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T19:21:47.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired X_x</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Stayed in sch yest till like...6?6.15? theres was this lit enrichment thing...actually it was quite farni larh hahas...the guy made us laugh the whole time while he taught poetry...was so tired wif a maths, sci and his books in mi bag...thankgoodness Luvisha's mom gave mi a ride home!=))&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/19539711-114293696375950444?l=xxelegancexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/feeds/114293696375950444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539711&amp;postID=114293696375950444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/114293696375950444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539711/posts/default/114293696375950444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxelegancexx.blogspot.com/2006/03/tired-xx.html' title='Tired X_x'/><author><name>Gwen ^-^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17317430743051407351</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-19539711.post-114274165020292732</id><published>2006-03-19T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T19:21:33.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trans got through</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;dis ish quite old news but i trans-ed from e PYSS to BVSS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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