<?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-4656485148740879589</id><updated>2011-07-30T19:40:57.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chermaine, ohdear.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260500113086698066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/S64BGS1ZHgI/AAAAAAAAA58/fhzJHOgmCqI/S220/P.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656485148740879589.post-3709888358477863651</id><published>2009-08-30T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T03:55:46.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome back (:</title><content type='html'>I know I know.&lt;br /&gt;The blog is so so so dead!&lt;br /&gt;But I'll try to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So recently, my phone got stolen.&lt;br /&gt;Some freaking bugger went and took my new phone away.&lt;br /&gt;And with it also took my precious keychains (that I really really love), and my handphone pouch (which isn't sold anymore). &lt;br /&gt;And then I had to cancel my SIM, and call Samsung to bar off the phone so that that bugger can't use it.&lt;br /&gt;And I got a lecture from my father, scold scold scold scold scold, like there's no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Happy Belated Birthdays to EVERYONE in August, that includes Enid, Litong, my Brother, Zhong Heng, and anyone whom I missed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to make the Twitter update area a bit bigger so that you can see all thats happening and my randoms. &lt;br /&gt;Mostly because I really couldn't care much to blog anymore, but I'll try!&lt;br /&gt;But Twitter is my Number 1 "blog" and my "schedule".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I love my life now!&lt;br /&gt;How much can you get after the storm? Alot.&lt;br /&gt;I really love my friends for being there when I lost my phone- I was bawling my eyes out.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, my life blossomed after everything. &lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, he showed me concern and care during that period and you can say  that I'm back on the track (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, got to go and download songs (:&lt;br /&gt;Buhbye (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656485148740879589-3709888358477863651?l=thlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/3709888358477863651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/08/welcome-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/3709888358477863651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/3709888358477863651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/08/welcome-back.html' title='Welcome back (:'/><author><name>Chermaine, ohdear.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260500113086698066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/S64BGS1ZHgI/AAAAAAAAA58/fhzJHOgmCqI/S220/P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656485148740879589.post-365093510270591934</id><published>2009-08-07T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T22:29:54.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>National Day. Celebrations!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/Sn0MDriR03I/AAAAAAAAA2A/zyFpeuGShvE/s1600-h/5940_1186647580961_1071437243_30586381_3636814_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/Sn0MDriR03I/AAAAAAAAA2A/zyFpeuGShvE/s400/5940_1186647580961_1071437243_30586381_3636814_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367459588261139314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cutie pie Bryan :D My hair looks real messy though, I was prespiring alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a wonderful dayyyy!&lt;br /&gt;National Day Celebrations in school.&lt;br /&gt;With the CCKSS Finals.&lt;br /&gt;Haziq was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;I wished I didn't quit the CCKSS Idol halfway, or I'll be there too.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Baey's house too after school.&lt;br /&gt;Played, danced and sing.&lt;br /&gt;Clique was really fun (:&lt;br /&gt;And we took alot of group photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to Lot One.&lt;br /&gt;The guys wanted to actually catch a movie.&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, they went to LAN. (Which failed because they no membership)&lt;br /&gt;While me, Cecilia, Caroline and Cheryl staye at Lot One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the guys all went to buy Jelly bangles.&lt;br /&gt;Was cool to see one whole bunch of them with matching things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, goodbye. See you next week :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656485148740879589-365093510270591934?l=thlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/365093510270591934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/08/national-day-celebrations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/365093510270591934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/365093510270591934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/08/national-day-celebrations.html' title='National Day. Celebrations!'/><author><name>Chermaine, ohdear.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260500113086698066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/S64BGS1ZHgI/AAAAAAAAA58/fhzJHOgmCqI/S220/P.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/Sn0MDriR03I/AAAAAAAAA2A/zyFpeuGShvE/s72-c/5940_1186647580961_1071437243_30586381_3636814_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656485148740879589.post-1479413750127892138</id><published>2009-07-29T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T01:53:02.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>anniversaries.</title><content type='html'>Well, today was suppose to be a special day for me.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I completely ruined it with my wretched sickness.&lt;br /&gt;Way to go, fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the past few days, at home.&lt;br /&gt;Praying that I didn't get the H1N1 bug.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I didn't, (silent yays)&lt;br /&gt;But I still have a bad cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seemed kind of fustrated that I can't go to school.&lt;br /&gt;And that today they are resuming CCA!&lt;br /&gt;And that makes the whole matter worse.&lt;br /&gt;I missed CCAs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I heard that 2/6 has been relocated back to the former classroom.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss the quarantine class.&lt;br /&gt;Since the class still has so many sick people, &lt;br /&gt;why make us go back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awh, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is July 29th.&lt;br /&gt;A year from today, a special day to me- to us.&lt;br /&gt;Yet still, you are not intending to care.&lt;br /&gt;Not intending to even forget the fued.&lt;br /&gt;Yet still since today is a happy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy one year, Nicholas...&lt;br /&gt;It'll be the day you'll never remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656485148740879589-1479413750127892138?l=thlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/1479413750127892138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/07/anniversaries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/1479413750127892138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/1479413750127892138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/07/anniversaries.html' title='anniversaries.'/><author><name>Chermaine, ohdear.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260500113086698066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/S64BGS1ZHgI/AAAAAAAAA58/fhzJHOgmCqI/S220/P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656485148740879589.post-5742491831665209708</id><published>2009-07-20T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T23:57:33.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some quiz I am doing when I'm bored.</title><content type='html'>From Weixuan's blog.&lt;br /&gt;Just felt that I want to do them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Real name : Chong Kai Min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Nickname(s) : Min, Shortyyyyyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Male or female : Female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Primary School : Teck Whye Primary School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Secondary School : Chua Chu Kang Secondary School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. JC/Poly : Not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Hair color : Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Tall or short : Short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Loud or Quiet : Both, mostly loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Health freak : Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Drink or Smoke? : Neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you have a crush on someone? : Is it counted as a crush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Piercings : Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Tattoos : Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Long or short [hair] : Medium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Shorts or skirts : Shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Boy or girl : Girl&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Been in an airplane : Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Been in a relationship : Maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Been in a car accident : Yeahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Been in a fist fight : I think so? With Arjun? Maybe that doesn't count...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. First piercing : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. First best friend : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. First award : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. First crush : Yesssssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.First kiss : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. First vacation : Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Last person you talked to : Cecilia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Last person you Msg : Cecilia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Last person(s) you watched a movie with : Parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Last food you ate : Alphabet Soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Last movie you watched : Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Last song you listened to : Faber Drive - Tongue Tied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Last thing you bought : Hairbands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Last person you hugged : Cecilia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Food : Italian cuisine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Drinks : Green apple mixed with Starfruit smoothie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Clothing : Shirt dress and short shorts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Books : Stephanie Meyer, Jodi Picoult and Nicholas Sparks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Song : I especially like Taylor Swift and Faber Drive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Flower : Blue Hydrangea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Colors : White, Pink, Teal. Pastel Colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Movies : Titanic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Phrase : I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Subjects : Maths. (I am crazy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN 2008, I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. [ ] Kissed in the snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. [ ] Celebrated Halloween&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. [x] Had your heart broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. [x] Went over the minutes on your cell phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. [ ] Someone questioned your sexual orientation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. [x] Came out of the closet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. [ ] Gotten pregnant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. [ ] Had an abortion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. [x] Done something you've regretted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. [x] Broke a promise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. [x] Hid a secret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. [x] Pretended to be happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. [x] Met someone who changed your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. [x] Pretended to be sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. [ ] Left the country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. [x] Tried something you normally wouldn't try and liked it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. [x] Cried over the silliest thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. [x] Ran a mile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. [x] Went to the beach with your best friend(s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. [x] Stay single the whole year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTLY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Eating : Potato Chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Drinking : Plain Water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Touching : Computer Keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Listening to : Second Chance - Faber drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Plans for tomorrow : School?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Waiting for : Anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Want kids? : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Want to get married? : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Careers in mind : Dancer, Author, Whatever that makes money, but more than $6000/per month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER WITH GIRL/BOY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Lips or eyes : Eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Shorter or taller? : Taller. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Romantic or spontaneous : Both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Nice stomach or nice arms : -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Sensitive or loud : Loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Hook-up or relationship : Relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Trouble-maker or hesitant : Both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Lost glasses/contacts : No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84.Ran away from Home: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Hold a gun/knife for self defense : Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Killed somebody : Nope. Maybe in Gunz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Broken someone's heart : Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Been arrested: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Cried when someone died: Like yeah I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIVE IN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Yourself : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91.Miracle : Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92.Love at first sight : Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93.Heaven : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Santa Claus : I don't think soooo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Sex on the first date : Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Kiss on the first date : Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. Is there one person you want to be with right now? : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name? : N..... Eh, better don't say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. Are you seriously happy with where you are in life? : Nope. Not actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Do you believe in God? : Yesssssss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULE 1: You can only say Guilty or Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULE 2: You are not allowed to explain anything unless someone messages you and asks! Now, here's what you're supposed to do... And please do not spoil the fun. Copy and paste this into your notes , delete my answers, type in your answers and tag 5 or more of your friends to answer this. Then see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked someone to marry you. - Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;Kissed one of your Facebook friends? - Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;Danced on a table in a bar? - Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;Ever told a lie? - Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;Had feelings for someone whom you can't have back? - Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;Ever kissed someone of the same sex? - Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;Kissed a picture? - Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;Slept in until 5 PM? - Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep at work/school? - Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;Held a snake? - Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;Been suspended from school? - Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;Worked at a fast food restaurant? - Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;Stolen from a store? - Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;Been fired from a job? - Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;Done something you regret? - Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? - Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;Caught a snowflake on your tongue? - Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;Kissed in the rain? - Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;Sat on a roof top? - Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;Kissed someone you shouldn't? - Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;Sang in the shower? - Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? - Guilt.&lt;br /&gt;Shaved your head? - Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;Slept naked? - Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;Had a boxing membership? - Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;Made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? - Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;Been in a band? - Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;Shot a gun? - Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;Donated Blood? -Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;Eaten alligator meat? - Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;Eaten cheesecake? - Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;Still love someone you shouldn't? - Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;Have/had a tattoo? - Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;Liked someone, but will never tell who? - Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;Been too honest? - Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;Ruined a surprise? - Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;Ate in a restaurant and got really bloated that you can't walk afterwards? - Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;Erased someone in your friends list? - Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;Dressed in a woman's clothes (if you're a guy) or man's clothes (if you're a girl)? - Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;Joined a pageant? - Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;Been told that you're handsome or beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said?- Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;Had communication with your ex? - Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;DATING Someone? - Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;Get totally drunk one night and you have an important exam tomorrow morning? - Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;A total stranger treat you by paying your jeepney/tricycle fare? - Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;Get totally angry that you cried so hard? - Guilty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656485148740879589-5742491831665209708?l=thlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/5742491831665209708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/07/some-quiz-i-am-doing-when-im-bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/5742491831665209708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/5742491831665209708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/07/some-quiz-i-am-doing-when-im-bored.html' title='Some quiz I am doing when I&apos;m bored.'/><author><name>Chermaine, ohdear.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260500113086698066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/S64BGS1ZHgI/AAAAAAAAA58/fhzJHOgmCqI/S220/P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656485148740879589.post-6500410202468889583</id><published>2009-07-20T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T21:38:24.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile.</title><content type='html'>So long since I've posted?&lt;br /&gt;But if you need to know about whatever I'm doing, just go to my twitter.&lt;br /&gt;I'm making sure that I have my TweetSG ready everyday to update.&lt;br /&gt;I need to thank Dion &amp; Huda for the link,&lt;br /&gt;and for more information about that thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been so bored.&lt;br /&gt;Quarantined for the 6th day.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I could get to school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I really missed my classmates.&lt;br /&gt;Awll obb demmmm (All of them.)&lt;br /&gt;I'm just in a poor attempt to start a baby talk.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really seriously,&lt;br /&gt;If you want to get the update on me, follow my Twitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I've been listening to Pixie Lott and Taylor Swift's songs.&lt;br /&gt;I can't peeeeeel myself away from the songs!&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All rightios. &lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656485148740879589-6500410202468889583?l=thlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/6500410202468889583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-been-awhile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/6500410202468889583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/6500410202468889583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile.'/><author><name>Chermaine, ohdear.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260500113086698066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/S64BGS1ZHgI/AAAAAAAAA58/fhzJHOgmCqI/S220/P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656485148740879589.post-3897058508849074216</id><published>2009-07-16T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T00:48:27.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gone were the days.</title><content type='html'>Okay.&lt;br /&gt;First thing first.&lt;br /&gt;I hope Fitri a speeeedy recovery!&lt;br /&gt;He was our class's case of confirmed H1N1. (God Bless)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I'm sitting next to him everyday,&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be quarantined. &lt;br /&gt;But I don't feel like :/ &lt;br /&gt;I'd rather go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus tomorrow we'll be going to Ballet Under The Stars.&lt;br /&gt;The dance group.&lt;br /&gt;And dress code is formal.&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing formal to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I'll find something while raiding my closet.&lt;br /&gt;Will be updating Twitter. Not updating blog any sooner.&lt;br /&gt;So keep posted by following on Twitter (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656485148740879589-3897058508849074216?l=thlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/3897058508849074216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/07/gone-were-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/3897058508849074216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/3897058508849074216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/07/gone-were-days.html' title='gone were the days.'/><author><name>Chermaine, ohdear.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260500113086698066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/S64BGS1ZHgI/AAAAAAAAA58/fhzJHOgmCqI/S220/P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656485148740879589.post-6185389372169437001</id><published>2009-07-04T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T19:26:35.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another day without you with me, is like a blade that cuts right through me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/SlAOo8nH_AI/AAAAAAAAA14/rKT2kxpmhg8/s1600-h/Photo0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/SlAOo8nH_AI/AAAAAAAAA14/rKT2kxpmhg8/s400/Photo0035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354796053571304450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Don't blame me for having a messy room.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored bored bored. &lt;br /&gt;Monday have no school.&lt;br /&gt;Something is wrong with Arjun's friqqing phone.&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't do project.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh, hecks with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like going to Kbox with cousins again.&lt;br /&gt;I remembered singing my lungs out.&lt;br /&gt;Even to the songs I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now finding games that is compatible with my new phone.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder where to find.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone knows what games are compatible with Samsung Preston (Touchscreen).&lt;br /&gt;Please please tell me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored with the games installed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656485148740879589-6185389372169437001?l=thlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/6185389372169437001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-day-without-you-with-me-is-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/6185389372169437001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/6185389372169437001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-day-without-you-with-me-is-like.html' title='another day without you with me, is like a blade that cuts right through me.'/><author><name>Chermaine, ohdear.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260500113086698066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/S64BGS1ZHgI/AAAAAAAAA58/fhzJHOgmCqI/S220/P.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/SlAOo8nH_AI/AAAAAAAAA14/rKT2kxpmhg8/s72-c/Photo0035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656485148740879589.post-5761273453848161567</id><published>2009-07-02T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T23:44:08.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>famous.</title><content type='html'>Learning from the argumentative essays that we are suppose to learn on:&lt;br /&gt;(Going to be just a joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is being famous really that important? I know that people get loads more money by acting/posing for advertisments rather than just stay at home and be a potato couch. Look at Emma Watsons. She already own 10 million (in London bucks) all by herself just by acting in Harry Potter series. I can't believe how much will others earn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm stupid for writing this. And its not really argumentative. &lt;br /&gt;But really. 10 million.&lt;br /&gt;I would have to work my butt off for a few hundred years to get that.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could move to Hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;Make a movie, earn big bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just joking.&lt;br /&gt;i can't even act. &lt;br /&gt;Who am I suppose to be kidding anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a boring day in school.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I like sleeping in class (:&lt;br /&gt;I just wish that I really could be more attentive and get better grades.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sudying as hard as I could!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656485148740879589-5761273453848161567?l=thlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/5761273453848161567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/07/famous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/5761273453848161567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/5761273453848161567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/07/famous.html' title='famous.'/><author><name>Chermaine, ohdear.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260500113086698066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/S64BGS1ZHgI/AAAAAAAAA58/fhzJHOgmCqI/S220/P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656485148740879589.post-4321875205090698102</id><published>2009-06-30T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T03:05:15.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SCHOOL SCHOOL SCHOOL.</title><content type='html'>Back to school.&lt;br /&gt;Not really that happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean,&lt;br /&gt;I have no happy moments now there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be changing seats.&lt;br /&gt;I am still at the back row :D&lt;br /&gt;But I'm far far away from him.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I just have to get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go do science and chinese homework (:&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm so good girl already.&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm really doing homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656485148740879589-4321875205090698102?l=thlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/4321875205090698102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/06/school-school-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/4321875205090698102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/4321875205090698102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/06/school-school-school.html' title='SCHOOL SCHOOL SCHOOL.'/><author><name>Chermaine, ohdear.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260500113086698066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/S64BGS1ZHgI/AAAAAAAAA58/fhzJHOgmCqI/S220/P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656485148740879589.post-1737007174412596956</id><published>2009-06-27T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T02:13:17.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not gonna write you a love song.</title><content type='html'>I've been so happy these days!&lt;br /&gt;Let's start from &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday, 25 June&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was BBQ Party for dance.&lt;br /&gt;And it was damn freaking fun.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I met with Peising at BPP.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to Watsons to buy 'Revlon Beyond Natural' (this stuff really works)&lt;br /&gt;and then we bussed to Hillview.&lt;br /&gt;And the funny thing is:&lt;br /&gt;We walked around for like 1 hour, calling our seniors trying to find the way to the party condo.&lt;br /&gt;When we finally saw the condo, car accident.&lt;br /&gt;BANG!&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party was ferocious.&lt;br /&gt;Games was fun!&lt;br /&gt;And I was singing and dancing like mad in the Karaoke room.&lt;br /&gt;Thn at 11pm, my father gave Peising a ride home.&lt;br /&gt;Thats about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/SkctBFxC1lI/AAAAAAAAA1I/A_0UdW0DSgk/s1600-h/P25-06-09_19.21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352296178904127058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/SkctBFxC1lI/AAAAAAAAA1I/A_0UdW0DSgk/s400/P25-06-09_19.21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/Skcs2D-LZ7I/AAAAAAAAA1A/fhw-HdaqjfU/s1600-h/P25-06-09_19.21%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352295989443782578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/Skcs2D-LZ7I/AAAAAAAAA1A/fhw-HdaqjfU/s400/P25-06-09_19.21%5B2%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/SkcsOf1nYrI/AAAAAAAAA04/Al-Gq8lBzAs/s1600-h/P25-06-09_19.37%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352295309729292978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/SkcsOf1nYrI/AAAAAAAAA04/Al-Gq8lBzAs/s400/P25-06-09_19.37%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/SkcrbkkLTaI/AAAAAAAAA0w/cfaVH5t6uHs/s1600-h/P25-06-09_19.41%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352294434824998306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/SkcrbkkLTaI/AAAAAAAAA0w/cfaVH5t6uHs/s400/P25-06-09_19.41%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/SkcrSarA_fI/AAAAAAAAA0o/FqoLdbhHha0/s1600-h/P25-06-09_19.42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352294277550505458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/SkcrSarA_fI/AAAAAAAAA0o/FqoLdbhHha0/s400/P25-06-09_19.42.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/SkcrHoweFaI/AAAAAAAAA0g/nzWzPy0XpQw/s1600-h/Photo0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/Skcq8OcOikI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/mpjQEWGFhs8/s1600-h/Photo0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/SkcqrVVHk7I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/rjJhLSx_SgM/s1600-h/Photo0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/SkczvLMiQPI/AAAAAAAAA1w/7EvBaGyZ7Gs/s1600-h/5158_1170444334107_1017950333_518115_3104602_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352303567705358578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/SkczvLMiQPI/AAAAAAAAA1w/7EvBaGyZ7Gs/s400/5158_1170444334107_1017950333_518115_3104602_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( I know I'm unfeminine.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/SkczqdNnaKI/AAAAAAAAA1o/kT-kqz4_NI4/s1600-h/5158_1170444374108_1017950333_518116_2416347_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352303486642383010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/SkczqdNnaKI/AAAAAAAAA1o/kT-kqz4_NI4/s400/5158_1170444374108_1017950333_518116_2416347_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/5 of the dance team. Of course there's more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday, 26 June&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up in the early morning, with a thought:&lt;br /&gt;TODAY I AM GOING TO GET A NEW HANDPHONE.&lt;br /&gt;The thought screamed in my head, silent but deafening.&lt;br /&gt;I dashed outside at looked at the clock, 7 am.&lt;br /&gt;I WOKE UP SO EARLY?&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I watched TV, and woke my parents up at 9.&lt;br /&gt;Went to IMM, to get new handphone.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted Samsung Jet.&lt;br /&gt;But in the end got Samsung Preston.&lt;br /&gt;Its a lovely phone.&lt;br /&gt;But please, don't think of the name.&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer affiliated to the name 'Preston' anymore, other than friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to fetch my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;Went to East Coast Park.&lt;br /&gt;Roller blade, muscle ached, fell down 2 times.&lt;br /&gt;Roller bladed for very long, and finally BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw one cute dog!&lt;br /&gt;Which you can see in the picture. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get a tan, as I expected.&lt;br /&gt;That's sad ):&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/SkcuBjRMqnI/AAAAAAAAA1g/FrxUtIgRUqY/s1600-h/Photo0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352297286335244914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/SkcuBjRMqnI/AAAAAAAAA1g/FrxUtIgRUqY/s400/Photo0011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/Skct6uLj_hI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/w7TFIFryI6c/s1600-h/Photo0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352297169005313554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/Skct6uLj_hI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/w7TFIFryI6c/s400/Photo0015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/Skct0BpNM4I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/r7tYEGQe8Nk/s1600-h/Photo0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352297053970838402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/Skct0BpNM4I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/r7tYEGQe8Nk/s400/Photo0027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656485148740879589-1737007174412596956?l=thlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/1737007174412596956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-not-gonna-write-you-love-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/1737007174412596956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/1737007174412596956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-not-gonna-write-you-love-song.html' title='I&apos;m not gonna write you a love song.'/><author><name>Chermaine, ohdear.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260500113086698066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/S64BGS1ZHgI/AAAAAAAAA58/fhzJHOgmCqI/S220/P.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/SkctBFxC1lI/AAAAAAAAA1I/A_0UdW0DSgk/s72-c/P25-06-09_19.21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656485148740879589.post-1981277157951448656</id><published>2009-06-23T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T07:17:37.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss the old days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/SkDje-DoPFI/AAAAAAAAA0I/eGeG6uw5Axw/s1600-h/n733762177_733429_6371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/SkDje-DoPFI/AAAAAAAAA0I/eGeG6uw5Axw/s400/n733762177_733429_6371.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350526478509947986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am always so weepy when I turn back to the past.&lt;br /&gt;Sec one camp photo, from Ms. Wee's facebook.&lt;br /&gt;Stumbled on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've always noticed you are bold in front of cameras.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored. &lt;br /&gt;I wish to get a new handphone soon :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656485148740879589-1981277157951448656?l=thlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/1981277157951448656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-miss-old-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/1981277157951448656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/1981277157951448656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-miss-old-days.html' title='I miss the old days.'/><author><name>Chermaine, ohdear.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260500113086698066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/S64BGS1ZHgI/AAAAAAAAA58/fhzJHOgmCqI/S220/P.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/SkDje-DoPFI/AAAAAAAAA0I/eGeG6uw5Axw/s72-c/n733762177_733429_6371.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656485148740879589.post-8941597600539297264</id><published>2009-06-20T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T19:26:37.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>URGENT</title><content type='html'>Important: Especially to my History and Science groupmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY HANDPHONE JUST BROKE DOWN. ITS OUT OF ORDER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do understand.&lt;br /&gt;Anything requiring the dates to do our projects please call my house.&lt;br /&gt;I won't be getting a new handphone until, I don't know when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry sorry sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I will inform you people once I get a new handphone, or spare.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry sorry sorryyyyyy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656485148740879589-8941597600539297264?l=thlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/8941597600539297264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/06/urgent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/8941597600539297264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/8941597600539297264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/06/urgent.html' title='URGENT'/><author><name>Chermaine, ohdear.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260500113086698066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/S64BGS1ZHgI/AAAAAAAAA58/fhzJHOgmCqI/S220/P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656485148740879589.post-4273436856086699799</id><published>2009-06-12T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T00:13:11.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it be a sweet sweet sound.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A LONG POST, BECAUSE I DON'T FEEL LIKE POSTING FOR A WEEK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days, I've been continuing on the story: Reflection.&lt;br /&gt;Gahhhs, I have to fight my free time.&lt;br /&gt;Its coming out nicely (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While writing it, I felt suddenly close to my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;Just to say thankyou to all the ones that has been thorugh hardships with me.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't thank them enough.&lt;br /&gt;Cecilia, Peising, Haohe, Andre, Bryan, and all the others, espicially the clique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then, I hope I can make a post long long long enough so that I can concentrate writing on my story.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to write a playlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Every time I feel so insecure, I just think of the happy moments that helps me past by-friends and familys. So no doubtly, &lt;strong&gt;It Feels Like Home by Chantel Kreviazuk&lt;/strong&gt; makes the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you knew how lonely my life has been&lt;br /&gt;And how long I've been so alone&lt;br /&gt;And if you knew how I wanted someone to come along&lt;br /&gt;And change my life the way you've done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Saving Me by Nickelback&lt;/strong&gt; makes the list too. It just made me have a strong intense emotion, and it just reaches out to me. Gotta say I love this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Show me what its like&lt;br /&gt;To be the last one standing&lt;br /&gt;And teach me wrong from right&lt;br /&gt;And I show you what I can be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I've been thinking, on how my parents brought me up. And how happy I had become, even when sad things had come along. My friendstoo, I see them every day at school, and its a &lt;strong&gt;Perfect Day&lt;/strong&gt;, everyday to be with them. So I try my best not to let anything ruin it. So, &lt;strong&gt;Perfect Day by Hoku&lt;/strong&gt; makes the list :D Its a cute upbeat song btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wake up, don't tell me its just a dream&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when I had enough&lt;br /&gt;You'll hear me say,&lt;br /&gt;Now don't you try to rain on my&lt;br /&gt;Perfect day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing's standing in my way,&lt;br /&gt;On this perfect day,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;It's a perfect day, tomorrow's gonna come too soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Next up, &lt;strong&gt;Don't wanna miss a thing by Aerosmith&lt;/strong&gt;. Its an oldie, but I got to say it is really really really very emotional song to hear. If you actually want to remember about you and your loved ones, it really is going to make you cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't wanna close my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fall asleep 'cos I miss you, baby&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause even when I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest dream would never do&lt;br /&gt;I still miss you, baby&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The very last song to choose. Something that is familiar to everyone? &lt;strong&gt;The Climb by Miley Cyrus&lt;/strong&gt; then. Its the song that got me through CCKSS Idol, but I didn't choose it anyhow. It relates to me. Gotta say I love the song, but I don't like the singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can almost see it, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that dream I'm dreaming&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but there's a voice inside my head saying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you'll never reach it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every step I'm taking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every move I make feels&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lost with no directions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;our fate is shaken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I, I gotta keep trying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gotta keep my head held high&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An add on. I really love God, the lord, my King. So an add on to my Saviour. &lt;strong&gt;Sweet Sweet Sound by Sarah Reeves&lt;/strong&gt;. Thankyou for letting me be on Earth. Praise the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am an instrument of the living God&lt;br /&gt;My life a melody to His name&lt;br /&gt;More than the songs I sing&lt;br /&gt;Worship is everything&lt;br /&gt;I live to glorify my King&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656485148740879589-4273436856086699799?l=thlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/4273436856086699799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/06/let-it-be-sweet-sweet-sound.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/4273436856086699799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/4273436856086699799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/06/let-it-be-sweet-sweet-sound.html' title='Let it be a sweet sweet sound.'/><author><name>Chermaine, ohdear.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260500113086698066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/S64BGS1ZHgI/AAAAAAAAA58/fhzJHOgmCqI/S220/P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656485148740879589.post-3444350070302471128</id><published>2009-06-11T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T02:21:31.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>History on Demand.</title><content type='html'>Arjun is pissing me off.&lt;br /&gt;He just keeps wanting to go home and watch his anime, One Piece.&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least we have our script draft :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is to look for white shirts.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656485148740879589-3444350070302471128?l=thlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/3444350070302471128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/06/history-on-demand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/3444350070302471128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/3444350070302471128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/06/history-on-demand.html' title='History on Demand.'/><author><name>Chermaine, ohdear.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260500113086698066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/S64BGS1ZHgI/AAAAAAAAA58/fhzJHOgmCqI/S220/P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656485148740879589.post-6637602567048027882</id><published>2009-06-10T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T21:04:56.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love bears, nothing else.</title><content type='html'>Something different, definately.&lt;br /&gt;Its around 1 more hour for them.&lt;br /&gt;Now its 11.51 am, according to my watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've not been updating, just scroll through my diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weeks have been so boring.&lt;br /&gt;Went to school twice- UNSW English.&lt;br /&gt;I was glad I wasn't even in the UNSW Maths, or it'll be exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;But a little bit of me, just thought I wanted Maths more than English.&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, Maths is kind of one of my best subjects.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wellll. English is okayyyyyy still.&lt;br /&gt;Happy to see Ms Vaish though, she'll be gone next term.&lt;br /&gt;And a rolly-polly teacher will take over us ):&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not kidding about the rolly-polly part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly, I stay at home and read storybooks. Or writing on my notepad. Or watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;My father scolds me alot, and usually drags me out for a bit of play in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading over and over and over the Twilight Series, and the Vampire Kisses series. They never seemed to bore me any bit.&lt;br /&gt;Its like reading and discovering something new in a passage you've read a thousand times.&lt;br /&gt;Father sees me intrigue in reading books and bought me to Lot one, and I bought 2 books (:&lt;br /&gt;The Lucky One, by Nicholas Sparks. (I'm going to admit I chose this author's book because of his name.)&lt;br /&gt;And Keeping Faith by I-forgot-the-name. Its a damn nice book.&lt;br /&gt;It took me a day to finish both, quite in a hassle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that, I went back to reading Eclipse and Breaking Dawn again.&lt;br /&gt;I have a robotic life, tada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656485148740879589-6637602567048027882?l=thlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/6637602567048027882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-bears-nothing-else.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/6637602567048027882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/6637602567048027882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-bears-nothing-else.html' title='I love bears, nothing else.'/><author><name>Chermaine, ohdear.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260500113086698066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/S64BGS1ZHgI/AAAAAAAAA58/fhzJHOgmCqI/S220/P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656485148740879589.post-5493365335461565266</id><published>2009-06-10T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T20:10:22.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FYI: It's Thursday, June 11 2009.</title><content type='html'>Read the title first, yes. Thankyou (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today about 1pm, I'll have to do my History project.&lt;br /&gt;Dumdumdumb History project.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to sleep back home.&lt;br /&gt;They are coming to my house anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, 2 more hours till they arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing and writing and writing of Reflection.&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't think of make-up names to use.&lt;br /&gt;I've used Noah, Abbigale, and other shit names.&lt;br /&gt;Which is nice, 'cos I didn't have to relate to my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll try to update.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656485148740879589-5493365335461565266?l=thlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/5493365335461565266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/06/fyi-its-thursday-june-11-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/5493365335461565266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/5493365335461565266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/06/fyi-its-thursday-june-11-2009.html' title='FYI: It&apos;s Thursday, June 11 2009.'/><author><name>Chermaine, ohdear.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260500113086698066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/S64BGS1ZHgI/AAAAAAAAA58/fhzJHOgmCqI/S220/P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656485148740879589.post-6695750882016199984</id><published>2009-06-04T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T02:30:16.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay.</title><content type='html'>Yay, after 5 hours of searching for photos and photoshopping.&lt;br /&gt;And other stupid stuffs to kill time.&lt;br /&gt;I finally finished my blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;This is the hardest photo yet, for me to edit.&lt;br /&gt;Well, hard work pays off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't actually the kind that is nice, or proffesional.&lt;br /&gt;But who cares.&lt;br /&gt;As long as I like it, it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've written about 16 pages of my story so far.&lt;br /&gt;It looks kind of boring.&lt;br /&gt;'Cos its by me, of course its boring.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll start a new one anyways.&lt;br /&gt;Blahhh, I can't concentrate on a topic for more than a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye people of the Earth :D&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I love Kuchiki Rukia :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656485148740879589-6695750882016199984?l=thlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/6695750882016199984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/06/yay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/6695750882016199984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/6695750882016199984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/06/yay.html' title='Yay.'/><author><name>Chermaine, ohdear.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260500113086698066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/S64BGS1ZHgI/AAAAAAAAA58/fhzJHOgmCqI/S220/P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656485148740879589.post-289686809722749096</id><published>2009-06-03T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:46:40.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confluence.</title><content type='html'>Wheee~&lt;br /&gt;New Moon trailer is out, with the world's most dangerous paper cut.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly the scene was Bella saying the line from the storybook "It's my brithday. Can I ask you something? Kiss me."&lt;br /&gt;And then Edward and Bella kissed.&lt;br /&gt;And afterwards was the dangerous papercut.&lt;br /&gt;If I seen it correctly, Alice wrapped the birthday cake in wrapping paper too. (I'm not sure)&lt;br /&gt;Then after the blood dripped on the floor, Jasper lost control and ran to Bella&lt;br /&gt;Edward, luckily, pushed Jasper away (big impact).&lt;br /&gt;Then yadadada. Edward brings Bella into the forest, tells her that they are going away.&lt;br /&gt;Then Laurent comes in.&lt;br /&gt;And then wanted to kill Bella.&lt;br /&gt;The gorgeous Taylor Lautner (Jacob)  comes out, then transforms into a wolf before Laurent killed Bella.&lt;br /&gt;And THE END.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda lame but, yeah its nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince" 's trailer is also out (:&lt;br /&gt;Also I've heard they wanted to shoot another High School Musical movie.&lt;br /&gt;Called HSM4.&lt;br /&gt;But I doubt any of the previous stars will star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept reading and reading Vampire Kisses.&lt;br /&gt;Its like, Alexander sounds so HAWT.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, hope they make a movie out of the book tooo.&lt;br /&gt;Alexander sounds hotter than Edward.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah there's a website I found which is fanbased stories.&lt;br /&gt;Which are quite good.&lt;br /&gt;Its about the continuous of Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellasdiary.com/"&gt;http://bellasdiary.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In it, there are interesting stories, like...&lt;br /&gt;Charlie is also turned to a vampire.&lt;br /&gt;And he brought with him his "cop abilities"?&lt;br /&gt;Something like that.&lt;br /&gt;And Renesemee was kidnapped by the Volturi.&lt;br /&gt;Blahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;I've been starting my own fantasy stories nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;Since holidays I'm grounded with bad results, and have nothing to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656485148740879589-289686809722749096?l=thlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/289686809722749096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/06/confluence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/289686809722749096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/289686809722749096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/06/confluence.html' title='Confluence.'/><author><name>Chermaine, ohdear.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260500113086698066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/S64BGS1ZHgI/AAAAAAAAA58/fhzJHOgmCqI/S220/P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656485148740879589.post-597372849582744079</id><published>2009-05-31T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T04:34:11.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Beeping Around.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/SiJlaYHyD_I/AAAAAAAAAzY/Ei65ok329h0/s1600-h/n21667956864_433634_572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 100px; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341943611840925682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/SiJlaYHyD_I/AAAAAAAAAzY/Ei65ok329h0/s400/n21667956864_433634_572.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; Ahhhhh, so many many manyyyyy New Moon posters are up.&lt;br /&gt;And they are HAWTTTTT.&lt;br /&gt;One which I had shown before in my previous post.&lt;br /&gt;One which is the topless shapeshifter pack, I don't feel like uploading.&lt;br /&gt;One is Robert and Kristen's solo poster.&lt;br /&gt;One is Taylor (HAWT) Lautner's topless poster.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; (OHHHH DION~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/SiJqh0IqeII/AAAAAAAAA0A/UxGl9cL8FwM/s1600-h/41992_1_468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 257px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341949237178038402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/SiJqh0IqeII/AAAAAAAAA0A/UxGl9cL8FwM/s400/41992_1_468.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/SiJqesKTVGI/AAAAAAAAAz4/n2RFqB0tviQ/s1600-h/41992_3_468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 257px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341949183497819234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/SiJqesKTVGI/AAAAAAAAAz4/n2RFqB0tviQ/s400/41992_3_468.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/SiJqao7i3cI/AAAAAAAAAzw/LtSjLC3nlig/s1600-h/41992_10_468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341949113911139778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/SiJqao7i3cI/AAAAAAAAAzw/LtSjLC3nlig/s400/41992_10_468.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/SiJqWXeVavI/AAAAAAAAAzo/XtIr6XnKUCo/s1600-h/41992_5_468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 247px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341949040505744114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/SiJqWXeVavI/AAAAAAAAAzo/XtIr6XnKUCo/s400/41992_5_468.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/SiJqSVpVOrI/AAAAAAAAAzg/f3DLHuu7gBQ/s1600-h/41992_8_468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 247px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341948971295521458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/SiJqSVpVOrI/AAAAAAAAAzg/f3DLHuu7gBQ/s400/41992_8_468.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one part I like Edward more than Jacob.&lt;br /&gt;But on another side, I like Taylor Lautner more than Robert Pattinson.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I love celebrity gossips more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656485148740879589-597372849582744079?l=thlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/597372849582744079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-beeping-around.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/597372849582744079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/597372849582744079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-beeping-around.html' title='Just Beeping Around.'/><author><name>Chermaine, ohdear.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260500113086698066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/S64BGS1ZHgI/AAAAAAAAA58/fhzJHOgmCqI/S220/P.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/SiJlaYHyD_I/AAAAAAAAAzY/Ei65ok329h0/s72-c/n21667956864_433634_572.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656485148740879589.post-7395521070346772791</id><published>2009-05-30T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T22:39:47.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to self.</title><content type='html'>Items to buy during holiday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hair Masque.&lt;br /&gt;2. Spritzer.&lt;br /&gt;3. Classic Tanktop.&lt;br /&gt;4. Minibag.&lt;br /&gt;5. Addidas Sling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Updated on May 31st)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656485148740879589-7395521070346772791?l=thlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/7395521070346772791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/note-to-self.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/7395521070346772791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/7395521070346772791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/note-to-self.html' title='Note to self.'/><author><name>Chermaine, ohdear.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260500113086698066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/S64BGS1ZHgI/AAAAAAAAA58/fhzJHOgmCqI/S220/P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656485148740879589.post-7334323879765915032</id><published>2009-05-30T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T01:38:44.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faceoff.</title><content type='html'>Yeah, i changed my blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;Although it doesn't look nicer than my previous skin.&lt;br /&gt;But its okay.&lt;br /&gt;for me, its okay.&lt;br /&gt;Probably I'll change it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Spongebob now, LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656485148740879589-7334323879765915032?l=thlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/7334323879765915032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/faceoff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/7334323879765915032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/7334323879765915032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/faceoff.html' title='Faceoff.'/><author><name>Chermaine, ohdear.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260500113086698066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/S64BGS1ZHgI/AAAAAAAAA58/fhzJHOgmCqI/S220/P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656485148740879589.post-2999766033029878074</id><published>2009-05-29T05:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T05:41:43.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More for Peising. (Continue to thank me)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/Sh_XHjhy1iI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/qPvox96Q690/s1600-h/msg-124353540091-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/Sh_XHjhy1iI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/qPvox96Q690/s400/msg-124353540091-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341224207880738338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we see a HAWT picture of the lovers kissing in Italy.&lt;br /&gt;Remember the scene where Edward wants to go out and show himself and somehow his way of "comitting suicide"? And afterwards Bella comes running to catch Edward before he reveals himself.&lt;br /&gt;I think this is the scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is cute anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard Robert and Kristen are dating in real life.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how true it was.&lt;br /&gt;But there were pictures of them intertwining on a limo. &lt;br /&gt;I mean "legs intertwine".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656485148740879589-2999766033029878074?l=thlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/2999766033029878074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-for-peising-continue-to-thank-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/2999766033029878074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/2999766033029878074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-for-peising-continue-to-thank-me.html' title='More for Peising. (Continue to thank me)'/><author><name>Chermaine, ohdear.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260500113086698066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/S64BGS1ZHgI/AAAAAAAAA58/fhzJHOgmCqI/S220/P.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/Sh_XHjhy1iI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/qPvox96Q690/s72-c/msg-124353540091-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656485148740879589.post-4698684914072079561</id><published>2009-05-29T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T02:42:18.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby don't cry.</title><content type='html'>Had CCKSS Idol today.&lt;br /&gt;Finally over, and in.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not quite sure if I want to continue to the second round...&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got results too.&lt;br /&gt;And I deproved.&lt;br /&gt;Somemore, I'm suppose to get A1 for my maths.&lt;br /&gt;And because of my Term 1 results, it pulled me down.&lt;br /&gt;3 more marks to A1, you know.&lt;br /&gt;So sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;And and and and and and and,&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas (Tan) if you see this.&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry okay.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel sad too.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to see you cry ):&lt;br /&gt;Cheer up ):&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During holiday schedule, or to-do list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get History project done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get Science IPW done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dance BBQ party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get CIP hours done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HELP PEISING GET A HAIRCUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656485148740879589-4698684914072079561?l=thlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/4698684914072079561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/baby-dont-cry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/4698684914072079561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/4698684914072079561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/baby-dont-cry.html' title='Baby don&apos;t cry.'/><author><name>Chermaine, ohdear.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260500113086698066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/S64BGS1ZHgI/AAAAAAAAA58/fhzJHOgmCqI/S220/P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656485148740879589.post-7581155098915336907</id><published>2009-05-28T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T03:06:50.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Moon.</title><content type='html'>For the sake of Peising, I'll show this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/Sh5hmLXqzqI/AAAAAAAAAzI/1edFafjtH-0/s1600-h/new-moon-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340813516622974626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/Sh5hmLXqzqI/AAAAAAAAAzI/1edFafjtH-0/s400/new-moon-poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a kissy pic of Edward and Bella,&lt;br /&gt;but I don't know if I want to upload them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peising, THANKME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656485148740879589-7581155098915336907?l=thlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/7581155098915336907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-moon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/7581155098915336907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/7581155098915336907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-moon.html' title='New Moon.'/><author><name>Chermaine, ohdear.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260500113086698066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/S64BGS1ZHgI/AAAAAAAAA58/fhzJHOgmCqI/S220/P.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/Sh5hmLXqzqI/AAAAAAAAAzI/1edFafjtH-0/s72-c/new-moon-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656485148740879589.post-4232824154110564385</id><published>2009-05-28T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T02:25:24.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistake mistake mistakes.</title><content type='html'>Don't feel like writing a lyrics here today.&lt;br /&gt;Was singing my lungs off.&lt;br /&gt;Please do not hurt my throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today had alot of fun with Ms Vaish's farewell party.&lt;br /&gt;There will be too tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took ALOT of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;The guys were really funny in the photos.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Took with Minghui some... wierd photos.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully someone will upload them so I can put on my blog (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently loving "Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield" from the Pantene commercial.&lt;br /&gt;Although it seems funny, because I do not use Pantene&lt;br /&gt;but I love this song.&lt;br /&gt;The FULL song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practising in process.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656485148740879589-4232824154110564385?l=thlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/4232824154110564385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/mistake-mistake-mistakes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/4232824154110564385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/4232824154110564385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/mistake-mistake-mistakes.html' title='Mistake mistake mistakes.'/><author><name>Chermaine, ohdear.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260500113086698066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/S64BGS1ZHgI/AAAAAAAAA58/fhzJHOgmCqI/S220/P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656485148740879589.post-4810590495686776949</id><published>2009-05-24T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T04:36:47.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh, not nice.</title><content type='html'>Okay, I regretted having a haircut.&lt;br /&gt;At first, I loved my hair.&lt;br /&gt;After looking at it several times, ...&lt;br /&gt;Its not suitable for my face ):&lt;br /&gt;At least it is not above the eyebrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love (espcially LOVE) my layers.&lt;br /&gt;If my bangs doesn't work out for tmr's school hairstyle,&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to do smth I never dreamt of doing, pinning it up.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me best of luck, AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*And and and, recommend me good sites to download songs.&lt;br /&gt;The website I'm currently downloading from is screwed uppp.&lt;br /&gt;So pleaseeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656485148740879589-4810590495686776949?l=thlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/4810590495686776949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/ugh-not-nice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/4810590495686776949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/4810590495686776949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/ugh-not-nice.html' title='Ugh, not nice.'/><author><name>Chermaine, ohdear.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260500113086698066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/S64BGS1ZHgI/AAAAAAAAA58/fhzJHOgmCqI/S220/P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656485148740879589.post-3827462131063725226</id><published>2009-05-23T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T19:46:57.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircut.</title><content type='html'>Just heard that Peising got a new haircut.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it's nice hurhurhur, uh Peising (:&lt;br /&gt;Later on, its my turn to cut a new hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;I knowwww, my hair is short blahblah,&lt;br /&gt;but I can trim it, right Joseph my twin? (!)&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I have to cut my fringe, because Mummy says its not good for the eyes (?) if it keep disturbing it.&lt;br /&gt;So choppy choppy choppy bangs is the new in style.&lt;br /&gt;Actually its not, but who cares, I'm an individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHOPPY BANGS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update later onnn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656485148740879589-3827462131063725226?l=thlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/3827462131063725226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/haircut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/3827462131063725226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/3827462131063725226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/haircut.html' title='Haircut.'/><author><name>Chermaine, ohdear.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260500113086698066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/S64BGS1ZHgI/AAAAAAAAA58/fhzJHOgmCqI/S220/P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656485148740879589.post-7290222802164405404</id><published>2009-05-21T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T04:00:01.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words that are meant to be told.</title><content type='html'>This is just a random post because I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;You can either read it, or skip it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yes dear, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;But if all comes down to an end once more,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I'll trust you for another time.&lt;br /&gt;People don't understand why did I end up with you.&lt;br /&gt;They just can't see whats so "great" about you.&lt;br /&gt;But its just love, you can't control it&lt;br /&gt;It comes naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.&lt;br /&gt;Were the only words that I could think of.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Yes, Yes, I do love you.&lt;br /&gt;But do you love me too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories that I hold onto.&lt;br /&gt;Memories that I would never forget.&lt;br /&gt;Memories that made you and me break up and makeup in a continuous cycle.&lt;br /&gt;I should have left, thats what everyone told me.&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't, and stayed, searching for ways to bring us back together.&lt;br /&gt;At least my work didn't go to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we just need our own breathing space.&lt;br /&gt;But I love you and will always do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656485148740879589-7290222802164405404?l=thlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/7290222802164405404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/words-that-are-meant-to-be-told.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/7290222802164405404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/7290222802164405404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/words-that-are-meant-to-be-told.html' title='Words that are meant to be told.'/><author><name>Chermaine, ohdear.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260500113086698066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/S64BGS1ZHgI/AAAAAAAAA58/fhzJHOgmCqI/S220/P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656485148740879589.post-8741431081661904886</id><published>2009-05-21T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T03:00:19.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Azure Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;All I wanna do is find a way back into love - Way back into Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's weather is wierd, it keeps raining and stopping suddenly,&lt;br /&gt;and repeating the cycle again.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today still had after-examinations activities,&lt;br /&gt;I think its going to stop soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days I've returned to my happy self,&lt;br /&gt;say yay!&lt;br /&gt;Not elaborating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, me and the guys went to CCK swimming complex.&lt;br /&gt;They swam, I watched/listen to music.&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas spray water on me till I was partially drench.&lt;br /&gt;The guys are darn cute lei,&lt;br /&gt;they can play truth/dare at swimming complex, and they keep doing stunts inside the pool.&lt;br /&gt;I remembered there was once when they formed a straight row, and Baey had to swim in between all they're legs. Obviously not all were passed... (obvious reasons)&lt;br /&gt;Plus, Nicholas's "famous" backflip-into-water move.&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got sabo-ed toooooo.&lt;br /&gt;The guys played a prank on me, zzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;2 pranks with 2 guys.&lt;br /&gt;RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then walked back to find Cecilia, got drencheddddd.&lt;br /&gt;That's all I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656485148740879589-8741431081661904886?l=thlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/8741431081661904886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/azure-blue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/8741431081661904886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/8741431081661904886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/azure-blue.html' title='Azure Blue'/><author><name>Chermaine, ohdear.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260500113086698066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/S64BGS1ZHgI/AAAAAAAAA58/fhzJHOgmCqI/S220/P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656485148740879589.post-6935939255386353352</id><published>2009-05-17T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T01:57:54.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz timeeeeeee.</title><content type='html'>So long haven't do quiz.&lt;br /&gt;Saw this at litong's blog.&lt;br /&gt;So I did this to kill time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you single?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes.&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your favourite number?&lt;br /&gt;- 04.&lt;br /&gt;3. What song is stuck in your head?&lt;br /&gt;- Outta My Head - Ashlee Simpson.&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you happy with your life right now ?&lt;br /&gt;- Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;5. Are you involved with anyone?&lt;br /&gt;- No.&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your favourite subject in school?&lt;br /&gt;- Maths? But I hate the teacher, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;7. What should you be doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;- Researching on people killing each other during the Jap Occupation.&lt;br /&gt;8. Why are you single?&lt;br /&gt;- Why can't I be?&lt;br /&gt;9. What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;- Going to school. Sit at the back of the class. Rot.&lt;br /&gt;10. What's the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;- Maggie Mee.&lt;br /&gt;11. What were you doing at ten last night?&lt;br /&gt;- Watching Lost Tapes on Discovery Channel.&lt;br /&gt;12. What were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;br /&gt;- Sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;13. What was the last song you listened to?&lt;br /&gt;- Addicted - Stevie Hoang&lt;br /&gt;14. Can you recall the last time you sincerely liked someone?&lt;br /&gt;- 2008.&lt;br /&gt;15. Are you afraid of falling in love?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes.&lt;br /&gt;16. How many windows are open on your computer?&lt;br /&gt;- 2.&lt;br /&gt;17. What will you be doing after this?&lt;br /&gt;- Watch TV.&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you enjoy late night phone conversations?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes.&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you like to cuddle?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah, I love my bolster so much.&lt;br /&gt;20. What do you think of starbucks coffee?&lt;br /&gt;- Keeps me awake.&lt;br /&gt;21. When was the last time you met someone you really like?&lt;br /&gt;- 2008.&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you have a camera?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes.&lt;br /&gt;23. What CD did you last buy?&lt;br /&gt;- 2007.&lt;br /&gt;24. Honestly, is someone on your mind?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes.&lt;br /&gt;25. Can you play any instruments?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes, duh.&lt;br /&gt;26. Have you ever wished that you can go back and change something?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes, yes, yes. Please let that happen.&lt;br /&gt;27. Whats something you really want right now?&lt;br /&gt;- Love again.&lt;br /&gt;28 Last time you had butterflies in your stomach?&lt;br /&gt;- SYF Showcase.&lt;br /&gt;29. Who was the last person you had deep conversations with?&lt;br /&gt;- Haohe twin .&lt;br /&gt;30. Could you ever be friends with someone that broke your heart?&lt;br /&gt;- If he is willing.&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you think age matters in love?&lt;br /&gt;- No, obviously no no no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CANs:&lt;br /&gt;1. Can you do a cartwheel?&lt;br /&gt;- YES.&lt;br /&gt;2. Can you touch your toes?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes :D&lt;br /&gt;3. Can your tongue touch your nose?&lt;br /&gt;- Just a 0.2cm more to there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DIDs:&lt;br /&gt;1. Did you ever want to be a doctor?&lt;br /&gt;- No.&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you ever want to be a fire fighter?&lt;br /&gt;- No.&lt;br /&gt;3. Did you ever want to be a teacher?&lt;br /&gt;- No.&lt;br /&gt;4. Did you ever break the law?&lt;br /&gt;- Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DOs: &lt;br /&gt;1. Do you like rollercoasters?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes.&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you own a bike?&lt;br /&gt;- Never knew how to ride a bike.&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you like footballs?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The LASTs:&lt;br /&gt;1. Last person you hung out with ?&lt;br /&gt;- My mama.&lt;br /&gt;2. Last car ride?&lt;br /&gt;- Two days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The LAST THINGs:&lt;br /&gt;1. What was the last thing you had to drink?&lt;br /&gt;- Plain water.&lt;br /&gt;2. What was the last movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;- 17 Again.&lt;br /&gt;3. What is the last thing you read?&lt;br /&gt;- Confessions of A Shopaholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The WHOS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Who last talked to you on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;- Haohe.&lt;br /&gt;2. Who do you miss right now?&lt;br /&gt;- Nicholas. I think that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER?&lt;br /&gt;1.Failed a subject?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes.&lt;br /&gt;2. Accomplished a life goal?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes.&lt;br /&gt;3.Thought you were pregnant?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah, funny story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forward to 5 more peeps:&lt;br /&gt;1. Peising.&lt;br /&gt;2. Yixiu.&lt;br /&gt;3. Weixuan.&lt;br /&gt;4. Chelsie.&lt;br /&gt;5. Anyoneeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656485148740879589-6935939255386353352?l=thlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/6935939255386353352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-long-havent-do-quiz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/6935939255386353352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/6935939255386353352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-long-havent-do-quiz.html' title='Quiz timeeeeeee.'/><author><name>Chermaine, ohdear.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260500113086698066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/S64BGS1ZHgI/AAAAAAAAA58/fhzJHOgmCqI/S220/P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656485148740879589.post-258356313514970461</id><published>2009-05-17T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T01:22:38.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sht up shut up shut up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Do you still think of me&lt;br /&gt;Like I think about you&lt;br /&gt;Do you still dream of me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't sleep without you&lt;br /&gt;Tell me if time should make a change&lt;br /&gt;Then why do I feel the same&lt;br /&gt;Your love has got me addicted - Addicted, Stevie Hoang.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, I have made my first skin in a new acc.&lt;br /&gt;Round of appluase to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/info/268596/"&gt;http://blogskins.com/info/268596/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do check out.&lt;br /&gt;Will keep on making new skins until holidays end.&lt;br /&gt;Then it'll be mugging for the streaming.&lt;br /&gt;RAWRS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656485148740879589-258356313514970461?l=thlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/258356313514970461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/sht-up-shut-up-shut-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/258356313514970461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/258356313514970461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/sht-up-shut-up-shut-up.html' title='Sht up shut up shut up.'/><author><name>Chermaine, ohdear.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260500113086698066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/S64BGS1ZHgI/AAAAAAAAA58/fhzJHOgmCqI/S220/P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656485148740879589.post-933019533049403354</id><published>2009-05-15T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T23:03:12.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Together forever? Not anymore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;All your opinions, keep them to yourself&lt;br /&gt;Just let me think so I can hear myself- Outta My Head, Ashlee Simpson.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally exams are over.&lt;br /&gt;Thats the happiest thing I could say.&lt;br /&gt;Exams are finally over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's gonna be project workkkkkkk.&lt;br /&gt;History,&lt;br /&gt;grouped with Arjun, Jiayi, Shenna, Weixuan and Yiheng.&lt;br /&gt;Going to Musuem on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no one, please no one ask me out during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to self-ground myself.&lt;br /&gt;Since so much time is on me, I'll start blogskin again (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep you updated soon (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656485148740879589-933019533049403354?l=thlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/933019533049403354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/together-forever-not-anymore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/933019533049403354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/933019533049403354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/together-forever-not-anymore.html' title='Together forever? Not anymore.'/><author><name>Chermaine, ohdear.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260500113086698066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/S64BGS1ZHgI/AAAAAAAAA58/fhzJHOgmCqI/S220/P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656485148740879589.post-4370803259656878712</id><published>2009-05-12T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T02:15:51.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsessive.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;You're like my first bad habit&lt;br /&gt;I can't live without it&lt;br /&gt;I can't give you up, give you up&lt;br /&gt;And even though you're trouble&lt;br /&gt;I come back for double&lt;br /&gt;I can't say enough is enough&lt;br /&gt;I'm a part of you, you're a part of me&lt;br /&gt;And I know it's wrong but I can't get free&lt;br /&gt;You're like my first bad habit&lt;br /&gt;How am I gonna give you up? - First Bad Habit, Vanessa Hudgens.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start off with :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/Sgk833y3ZSI/AAAAAAAAAzA/kLev-2HQWlM/s1600-h/dance"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/Sgk833y3ZSI/AAAAAAAAAzA/kLev-2HQWlM/s400/dance" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334862164164830498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found at &lt;a href="http://chocolatey-paradise.blogspot.com"&gt;Stephanie's&lt;/a&gt; blog.&lt;br /&gt;I so miss dance now...&lt;br /&gt;Exams are so close, yet I haven't really memorise all the notes.&lt;br /&gt;I've revised, but I can't memorise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up with a VERY BAD hairday.&lt;br /&gt;Like a mountain lion.&lt;br /&gt;RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;Still can manage at most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday seem so peaceful, now that I can control my emotions (:&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, I really couldn't guess what you want&lt;br /&gt;when you leave me standing alone.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, back to history notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I HATE TODAY'S MATHS TEST. ********** (REALLY!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656485148740879589-4370803259656878712?l=thlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/4370803259656878712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/obsessive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/4370803259656878712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/4370803259656878712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/obsessive.html' title='Obsessive.'/><author><name>Chermaine, ohdear.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260500113086698066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/S64BGS1ZHgI/AAAAAAAAA58/fhzJHOgmCqI/S220/P.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/Sgk833y3ZSI/AAAAAAAAAzA/kLev-2HQWlM/s72-c/dance' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656485148740879589.post-3587519468857164203</id><published>2009-05-10T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T01:07:43.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mummy I Love You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;There's always going to be another mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'm always going to want to make it move&lt;br /&gt;Always going to be an uphill battle, &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm gonna to have to lose, &lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there, &lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;br /&gt;It's The Climb - The Climb, Miley Cyrus.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day to my mummy dearet.&lt;br /&gt;You're in for a big big surprise when you come home from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I actually "chilled" a cake for my mummmy.&lt;br /&gt;When woke up, my maid and I went to NTUC to buy the ingrediants.&lt;br /&gt;And then, we went back home to start cooking.&lt;br /&gt;We actually use the fruit juicer to blend crush the biscuits.&lt;br /&gt;But it worked out fine.&lt;br /&gt;Then there are some other things that were complex and I don't wish to type out.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I just put inside the freezer after everything is done.&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to bake it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a Strawberry Fields Icecream Cake.&lt;br /&gt;And eventhough it tastes quite... sour.&lt;br /&gt;But overall everything was puuuurpecto (perfecto).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather has been really awful these days.&lt;br /&gt;Need to wake up in the middle of the night to close the windows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656485148740879589-3587519468857164203?l=thlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/3587519468857164203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/mummy-i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/3587519468857164203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/3587519468857164203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/mummy-i-love-you.html' title='Mummy I Love You.'/><author><name>Chermaine, ohdear.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260500113086698066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/S64BGS1ZHgI/AAAAAAAAA58/fhzJHOgmCqI/S220/P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656485148740879589.post-6609907905454499819</id><published>2009-05-09T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T03:10:25.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change.</title><content type='html'>Yes, I've changed the blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;I get tired of things really easily.&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing among deviantart and it caught my eye.&lt;br /&gt;So I thought i gotta make a blogskin out of this.&lt;br /&gt;And tada? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: Went to buy mummy a mother's day present.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to bake a cake early tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656485148740879589-6609907905454499819?l=thlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/6609907905454499819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/6609907905454499819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/6609907905454499819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/change.html' title='Change.'/><author><name>Chermaine, ohdear.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260500113086698066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/S64BGS1ZHgI/AAAAAAAAA58/fhzJHOgmCqI/S220/P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656485148740879589.post-6216014544952594782</id><published>2009-05-08T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T04:53:21.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go going gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;And I guess we're really over, so come over, I'm not over it.&lt;br /&gt;And I guess we're really over, so come over, I'm not over it.&lt;br /&gt;Late night you make me feel like I'm desperate, I'm not desperate.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, a little bit possessive, little miss obsessive, can't get over it.- Little Miss obsessive, Ashlee Simpson.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/SgQb_mvCkuI/AAAAAAAAAy4/iIOuvnPLXv0/s1600-h/orange-cutesy-girl-sneakers-68655628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 312px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/SgQb_mvCkuI/AAAAAAAAAy4/iIOuvnPLXv0/s400/orange-cutesy-girl-sneakers-68655628.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333418638257066722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawr, anyone know's where to get these shoes? &lt;br /&gt;They look really darn cuteeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyyyy, my MP3 is going through a spoilt phase!&lt;br /&gt;It just doesn't want to get connected to the computer!&lt;br /&gt;Connect still no device found, saddist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back Chinese Paper 2 today.&lt;br /&gt;Failed it. Failed it. Failed it.&lt;br /&gt;I knew I was going to fail anyway.&lt;br /&gt;When I told my mum, she just say " It's okay,"&lt;br /&gt;Cool, but I don't know what my father would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stomach Flu sucks.&lt;br /&gt;It totally sucks.&lt;br /&gt;CEcilia is watching me like a hog.&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't even let me drink bubbletea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656485148740879589-6216014544952594782?l=thlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/6216014544952594782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/go-going-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/6216014544952594782'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656485148740879589.post-6249127866582749952</id><published>2009-05-07T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T02:38:10.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plurk</title><content type='html'>I now have a plurk to random.&lt;br /&gt;My Twitter widget did not work, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Plurk will do, I hope :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be spamming when I'm bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656485148740879589-6249127866582749952?l=thlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/6249127866582749952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/plurk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/6249127866582749952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/6249127866582749952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/plurk.html' title='Plurk'/><author><name>Chermaine, ohdear.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260500113086698066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/S64BGS1ZHgI/AAAAAAAAA58/fhzJHOgmCqI/S220/P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656485148740879589.post-3085299146930115676</id><published>2009-05-07T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T00:48:47.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boundaries.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Tell me how am I supposed to get you off my mind&lt;br /&gt;When you know I really couldn't even if I tried&lt;br /&gt;But I guess in the meanwhile I'm taking you off the speed dial&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how am I supposed to get you off my mind - Speed Dial, Mitchel Musso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was English exam.&lt;br /&gt;I think I did fairly well :D&lt;br /&gt;I hate maths teacher I hate maths teacher I hate Mdm Koh.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to make a twitter soon,&lt;br /&gt;so that I could randommmmm.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm changing the skin. &lt;br /&gt;Getting sick of this, I want smth light coloured.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656485148740879589-3085299146930115676?l=thlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/3085299146930115676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/boundaries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/3085299146930115676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/3085299146930115676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/boundaries.html' title='Boundaries.'/><author><name>Chermaine, ohdear.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260500113086698066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/S64BGS1ZHgI/AAAAAAAAA58/fhzJHOgmCqI/S220/P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656485148740879589.post-5985273225899816755</id><published>2009-05-04T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T05:44:20.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets make this last forever.</title><content type='html'>Random post.&lt;br /&gt;Just bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really make a plurk/twitter if I wanna be random...&lt;br /&gt;Well, I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;Zzz, don't have to guess it to know.&lt;br /&gt;Well, life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;And i'm perfectly happily living in this lalaland.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656485148740879589-5985273225899816755?l=thlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/5985273225899816755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/lets-make-this-last-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/5985273225899816755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/5985273225899816755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/lets-make-this-last-forever.html' title='Lets make this last forever.'/><author><name>Chermaine, ohdear.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260500113086698066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/S64BGS1ZHgI/AAAAAAAAA58/fhzJHOgmCqI/S220/P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656485148740879589.post-322666634513487684</id><published>2009-05-04T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T02:54:26.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love isn't everything actually.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;So I'll be holding my own breath, right up 'til the end&lt;br /&gt;Until that moment when, I find the one that I'll spend forever with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause nobody wants to be the last one there&lt;br /&gt;Cause everyone wants to feel like someone cares&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love with my life in their hands&lt;br /&gt;There's Gotta Be Somebody for me like that&lt;br /&gt;Cause nobody wants to do it all on their own&lt;br /&gt;And everyone wants to know they're not alone&lt;br /&gt;There's somebody else that feels the same somewhere&lt;br /&gt;There's gotta be somebody for me out there -Gotta Be somebody, Nickelback&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall start my blog post with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/Sf65REBotkI/AAAAAAAAAyw/W29g8kmSLZU/s1600-h/broken.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331902711642764866" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/Sf65REBotkI/AAAAAAAAAyw/W29g8kmSLZU/s400/broken.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its so emo, but I'm not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets start my day.&lt;br /&gt;Temperature taking yadada.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing interesting, just alot of comments on my new hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Leroy for giving me the best comment, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After recess, had the 2nd temperature taking again.&lt;br /&gt;Boringzxzxzxz.&lt;br /&gt;Then history, and sucky maths.&lt;br /&gt;Then Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;Alot kept asking me if I'm in the dance,&lt;br /&gt;if they got eyes they'll know its me.&lt;br /&gt;I got to be sarcastic and say I'm not in.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I offended any 2/5 boys, I think ....&lt;br /&gt;Okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go to poems :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loves memory has traced our outline in this place.&lt;br /&gt;But will the spider&lt;br /&gt;remember, or the sun?&lt;br /&gt;Did the water capture our faces in permanence?&lt;br /&gt;Does the wind create us anew as it blows?&lt;br /&gt;Did the shadows from the trees&lt;br /&gt;record our passage beneath them?&lt;br /&gt;Our secret been revealed.&lt;br /&gt;Yet I have&lt;br /&gt;told no other.&lt;br /&gt;I write these words in silence, in mute testimony&lt;br /&gt;To what&lt;br /&gt;once was.&lt;br /&gt;But our image remains alive in this place.&lt;br /&gt;It can not be&lt;br /&gt;removed.&lt;br /&gt;You, me,&lt;br /&gt;We then,&lt;br /&gt;Were here.&lt;br /&gt;We saw the day and hoped&lt;br /&gt;for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;We caught a brief glimpse of love's promise.&lt;br /&gt;We were not&lt;br /&gt;liars,&lt;br /&gt;But thieves of time.&lt;br /&gt;For now time has now forgotten us,&lt;br /&gt;Yet&lt;br /&gt;our memory lingers, and love remembers&lt;br /&gt;This place that was ours. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a whole collection of poems,&lt;br /&gt;because of so many spare time on my hands&lt;br /&gt;I'll write these poems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656485148740879589-322666634513487684?l=thlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/322666634513487684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-isnt-everything-actually.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/322666634513487684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/322666634513487684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-isnt-everything-actually.html' title='Love isn&apos;t everything actually.'/><author><name>Chermaine, ohdear.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260500113086698066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/S64BGS1ZHgI/AAAAAAAAA58/fhzJHOgmCqI/S220/P.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/Sf65REBotkI/AAAAAAAAAyw/W29g8kmSLZU/s72-c/broken.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656485148740879589.post-3490080003421407565</id><published>2009-05-02T06:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T06:06:53.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bobby bobby bob bob bob (Random title)</title><content type='html'>I have no idea why I chose such a random title.&lt;br /&gt;But anywayyyyyy,&lt;br /&gt;I just had a haircut.&lt;br /&gt;And its scene, with really really really short layers :D&lt;br /&gt;But my hair is still somewhat the same length.&lt;br /&gt;Love love love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cecilia is having a haircut too,&lt;br /&gt;bangs bangs bangs (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why I'm so hyper today.&lt;br /&gt;Probably because I just want a day that I can really relax and forget about the busy stuffs that are happening now.&lt;br /&gt;I got to say that the cheery attitude was wierd, but it fits in perfectly (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say Taylor Lautner and Selena Gomez aren't a couple ):&lt;br /&gt;They would be so perfect for each other.&lt;br /&gt;To get over my "love hurts" situation.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to immerse myself into celeb heart throbs.&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Lautner is H-O-T.&lt;br /&gt;Dion, I agree with you nowwwwwww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: I love my new hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656485148740879589-3490080003421407565?l=thlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/3490080003421407565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/bobby-bobby-bob-bob-bob-random-title.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/3490080003421407565'/><link 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an ocean of emotions&lt;br /&gt;but my heart is sill wide open. -Self Inflicted, Katy Perry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syf showcase is finally over.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is over.&lt;br /&gt;CCAs are over until exams are over.&lt;br /&gt;Icluding my life is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pessimistic.&lt;br /&gt;So eccentric.&lt;br /&gt;Everything boils down to hate and regrets.&lt;br /&gt;Pain and the sleepless nights.&lt;br /&gt;Eye rings are becoming more darker :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about the days,&lt;br /&gt;time flies by so fast.&lt;br /&gt;It has already been 2/3 months after my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Life was suppose to past fast,&lt;br /&gt;so that life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm young , I know, but even so&lt;br /&gt;I know a thing or two, and I learned from you&lt;br /&gt;I really learned a lot,&lt;br /&gt;Love is like a flame, and it burns you when its hot.&lt;br /&gt;I know it isn't true,&lt;br /&gt;Love is just a lie, made to make you blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656485148740879589-3604652390323485272?l=thlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/3604652390323485272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/routines-and-bad-habits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/3604652390323485272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/3604652390323485272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/routines-and-bad-habits.html' title='Routines and bad habits.'/><author><name>Chermaine, ohdear.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260500113086698066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/S64BGS1ZHgI/AAAAAAAAA58/fhzJHOgmCqI/S220/P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656485148740879589.post-5404288507871915585</id><published>2009-04-28T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T05:30:55.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is a dragggggggggggg.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I stop to ponder about what's wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;I do find a few, but they are not a huge biggy.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I do find a lot, which aren't minor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when it occurs to me that I've done nothing wrong,&lt;br /&gt;and you get angry about something that wasn't even my problem,&lt;br /&gt;it really gets me all curioused.&lt;br /&gt;If I had done nothing, what is there to be angry off?&lt;br /&gt;If I had done something that I really don't know,&lt;br /&gt;then I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that I'll always apologise to you, no matter how the case is.&lt;br /&gt;And no matter how deep the cut/wound you've done&lt;br /&gt;I'll always love you.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll take sacrifices to get to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Today, is a drag.&lt;br /&gt;School wasn't any fun no more.&lt;br /&gt;So shan't blab about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school had remedials and Napfa.&lt;br /&gt;Only us SYF groups for sec 2 didn't make it to ysd's napfa test.&lt;br /&gt;So, had to take it today.&lt;br /&gt;I've exceeded my expectation! Yayness.&lt;br /&gt;Something to rejoice over.&lt;br /&gt;I really had improved lotssssss from last year (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656485148740879589-5404288507871915585?l=thlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/5404288507871915585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-is-dragggggggggggg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/5404288507871915585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/5404288507871915585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-is-dragggggggggggg.html' title='Life is a dragggggggggggg.'/><author><name>Chermaine, ohdear.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260500113086698066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/S64BGS1ZHgI/AAAAAAAAA58/fhzJHOgmCqI/S220/P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656485148740879589.post-4420495028065819871</id><published>2009-04-26T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T02:57:26.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't think about it.</title><content type='html'>I just watched finished "The Haunting Hour: Don't Think About It"&lt;br /&gt;It isn't a scary movie though.&lt;br /&gt;More of a... suspense.&lt;br /&gt;Because it is a Disney Channel Productions.&lt;br /&gt;But I really liked Emily Osment in the movie,&lt;br /&gt;they brought her inner goth out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And X-men was so cool (:&lt;br /&gt;I like Nightcrawler, I find his teleportation cool.&lt;br /&gt;And Mystique was still so darn sexy and hot.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read Vampire Kisses' Saga the 8th time.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, I couldn't get enough of it.&lt;br /&gt;I hope there would be a movie for this book,&lt;br /&gt;just like what happened for Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, pretty much is what happened today.&lt;br /&gt;Because there is no going out during the hectic period of MYE's!&lt;br /&gt;I've been mugging like I've never had before.&lt;br /&gt;Studies first, afterall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656485148740879589-4420495028065819871?l=thlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/4420495028065819871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-think-about-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/4420495028065819871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/4420495028065819871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-think-about-it.html' title='I don&apos;t think about it.'/><author><name>Chermaine, ohdear.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260500113086698066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/S64BGS1ZHgI/AAAAAAAAA58/fhzJHOgmCqI/S220/P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656485148740879589.post-6647688123583559493</id><published>2009-04-25T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T20:07:01.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my goshzzxzxzxz.</title><content type='html'>I look like... Gothic.&lt;br /&gt;I look like a gothical devil when I'm attending a wedding.&lt;br /&gt;Superbbbbbbb.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why, when the dress I picked out is white.&lt;br /&gt;White (!) , but everything ended up, Gothic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, goshzxzxzxz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656485148740879589-6647688123583559493?l=thlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/6647688123583559493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-my-goshzzxzxzxz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/6647688123583559493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/6647688123583559493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-my-goshzzxzxzxz.html' title='Oh my goshzzxzxzxz.'/><author><name>Chermaine, ohdear.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260500113086698066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/S64BGS1ZHgI/AAAAAAAAA58/fhzJHOgmCqI/S220/P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656485148740879589.post-702473596521923380</id><published>2009-04-25T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T01:16:55.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carelessness.</title><content type='html'>RAWR, today has been a hard day.&lt;br /&gt;Later I have to attend a dinner from my aunt's sister's daughter's wedding (?)&lt;br /&gt;Which means she's my distant cousin.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoooo, I picked out a lovely dress (yes, dress. I'm wearing a DRESS) from a shop near orchard (I think)&lt;br /&gt;Mum doesn't want me to wear plain jeans, I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out I somehow lost my makeup, including brandnew eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;RAWR, mummy is mad at me.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm using my cousin's, which my mother describes as a "makeup maven"?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I just have to sit down like a little girl and look like a clown after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hp is spoilt, hopefullyyyyyyyyyyy,&lt;br /&gt;I could get some photos from my relatives.&lt;br /&gt;Bye, Ciao &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656485148740879589-702473596521923380?l=thlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/702473596521923380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/04/carelessness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/702473596521923380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/702473596521923380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/04/carelessness.html' title='Carelessness.'/><author><name>Chermaine, ohdear.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260500113086698066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/S64BGS1ZHgI/AAAAAAAAA58/fhzJHOgmCqI/S220/P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656485148740879589.post-1211910601610934931</id><published>2009-04-24T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T03:31:27.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It seems like life to me,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/SfGTSBbXJ4I/AAAAAAAAAyI/GWKsm3cvenE/s1600-h/avatar_1237450763.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you're all alone for now, its difficult to accept the fact that he really still loves you. You'll end up thinking about why would all these things happen, and why did he fell for you in the first place. Because everything is too perfect. Its too perfect till you doubt what is going on. Everything from the start till the end would be perfect, if it wasn't a dream that I'm having wide awake. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And yes, reality STINKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And furthur more, a spoilt handphone. Oh goody, just what I needed, no more one-phone-call-away-to-build-your-relationship with who I love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656485148740879589-1211910601610934931?l=thlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/1211910601610934931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-seems-like-life-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/1211910601610934931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/1211910601610934931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-seems-like-life-to-me.html' title='It seems like life to me,'/><author><name>Chermaine, ohdear.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260500113086698066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/S64BGS1ZHgI/AAAAAAAAA58/fhzJHOgmCqI/S220/P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656485148740879589.post-2401802418592193926</id><published>2009-04-24T02:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T03:12:29.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovable.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/SfGMup_1ssI/AAAAAAAAAyA/WXcoqNDrq7A/s1600-h/Kittens_in_play_by_meow15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328194567331492546" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 344px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/SfGMup_1ssI/AAAAAAAAAyA/WXcoqNDrq7A/s400/Kittens_in_play_by_meow15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, You have got to agree that these kittens are totally irresistably cute, even if you're not a fan of them. Look at their cute little eyes (although some might prefer the "puppy dog eyes").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of babbling the randoms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Chinese exams are over.&lt;br /&gt;Which means that I have time to concentrate on other important stuffs, like science.&lt;br /&gt;Maths was suppose to be my favourite subject in secondary school, but a stupid teacher's ass destroyed it.&lt;br /&gt;So, science is backkkkk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So saddistic didn't go out, came all the way home because someone "chased" me away.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rehearsals for the SYF showcase is on monday.&lt;br /&gt;Hope I could keep up the standard when during the competitions.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't want to lose face when I'm doing my part, RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;Gheee, what could be even better than losing face?&lt;br /&gt;The whole Secondary 2 will be there,I presume this is wayyyyyyyy better.&lt;br /&gt;People having their beady vicious eyes on you, watching your every move.&lt;br /&gt;And the pressure goes up, I hope I don't burst a vessel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now I'm off to do some random stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Will update if bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656485148740879589-2401802418592193926?l=thlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/2401802418592193926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/04/lovable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/2401802418592193926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/2401802418592193926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/04/lovable.html' title='Lovable.'/><author><name>Chermaine, ohdear.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260500113086698066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/S64BGS1ZHgI/AAAAAAAAA58/fhzJHOgmCqI/S220/P.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/SfGMup_1ssI/AAAAAAAAAyA/WXcoqNDrq7A/s72-c/Kittens_in_play_by_meow15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656485148740879589.post-2808995807485717570</id><published>2009-04-23T03:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T02:54:59.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Publicity.</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;And a lot of good news are up.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, DANCE GOT GOLD.&lt;br /&gt;WOHOOOOO! :D&lt;br /&gt;We succeedddddddedddddd :D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;Second, Drama got gold too :D&lt;br /&gt;And, the other performing arts got silver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee~&lt;br /&gt;And bad news, my hp is spoilt D:&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't even on it.&lt;br /&gt;Its idiotic yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my boy. Lalala~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656485148740879589-2808995807485717570?l=thlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/2808995807485717570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-havent-posted-for-quite-some-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/2808995807485717570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/2808995807485717570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-havent-posted-for-quite-some-time.html' title='Publicity.'/><author><name>Chermaine, ohdear.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260500113086698066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/S64BGS1ZHgI/AAAAAAAAA58/fhzJHOgmCqI/S220/P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656485148740879589.post-6974108887317105141</id><published>2009-04-10T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T04:11:09.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Responsibility.</title><content type='html'>Well, today is Good Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, went for tuition.&lt;br /&gt;After that, went for church.&lt;br /&gt;Prayed prayed prayed and had fun.&lt;br /&gt;It has been so long since I had went to church.&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice feeling of enlightenment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for checkup.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky it wasn't a great deal, or else I wonder how SYF is going to be.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really feel like doing this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/Sd8o6kZ4IGI/AAAAAAAAAx4/SRJX6S_7Jy4/s1600-h/tiredbybillysphoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/Sd8o6kZ4IGI/AAAAAAAAAx4/SRJX6S_7Jy4/s400/tiredbybillysphoto.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323018271244951650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let some cars run over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want say sorry to Haohe for not going to his birthday party!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I'm having a tight schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, SYF is in another 4 more days.&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies, butterflies butterflies in my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, seeya people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656485148740879589-6974108887317105141?l=thlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/6974108887317105141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/04/responsibility.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/6974108887317105141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/6974108887317105141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/04/responsibility.html' title='Responsibility.'/><author><name>Chermaine, ohdear.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260500113086698066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/S64BGS1ZHgI/AAAAAAAAA58/fhzJHOgmCqI/S220/P.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/Sd8o6kZ4IGI/AAAAAAAAAx4/SRJX6S_7Jy4/s72-c/tiredbybillysphoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656485148740879589.post-7062987412528084758</id><published>2009-03-31T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T04:22:56.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reciprocate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Flatter me, and I may not believe you. Criticize me, and I may not like you. Ignore me, and I may not forgive you. Encourage me, and I will not forget you. Love me and I may be forced to love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was boringggggggggggggg~&lt;br /&gt;Danced danced, my muscle is reacting again.&lt;br /&gt;But at least today I didn't suck.&lt;br /&gt;Yay? (!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, bye~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656485148740879589-7062987412528084758?l=thlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/7062987412528084758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/03/reciprocate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/7062987412528084758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/7062987412528084758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/03/reciprocate.html' title='Reciprocate.'/><author><name>Chermaine, ohdear.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260500113086698066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/S64BGS1ZHgI/AAAAAAAAA58/fhzJHOgmCqI/S220/P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656485148740879589.post-5991975567527605853</id><published>2009-03-30T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T02:56:35.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Radioactive.</title><content type='html'>Well, basically today sucks.&lt;br /&gt;PE I ran for 2.4km alone, because SOME PEOPLE push me forward to find N.&lt;br /&gt;Then, maths.&lt;br /&gt;No one bothers about that stupid teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, have PCAS.&lt;br /&gt;So boring, Ms Sim talking about streaming blahblah.&lt;br /&gt;Its not like we never hear it before (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then have the stupid perverted sex education talk.&lt;br /&gt;GRAWH.&lt;br /&gt;Its like, pathetic...&lt;br /&gt;The summary is just "Girl love boy, boy love girl. They hold hands, hug, kiss, then necking... and then the stages of sex occur."&lt;br /&gt;And another one is "Boys are horny."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, goodbye Earth :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656485148740879589-5991975567527605853?l=thlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/5991975567527605853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/03/radioactive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/5991975567527605853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/5991975567527605853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/03/radioactive.html' title='Radioactive.'/><author><name>Chermaine, ohdear.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260500113086698066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NcHw6vKs0FM/S64BGS1ZHgI/AAAAAAAAA58/fhzJHOgmCqI/S220/P.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656485148740879589.post-8877557132904732563</id><published>2009-03-28T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T19:33:48.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mediterranean.</title><content type='html'>Its so sad.&lt;br /&gt;My parents had given up buying Mi Casa and went to buy a new car instead.&lt;br /&gt;They keep changing their mind.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I have to wait for a few more years to move house?&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, the new car is the Toyota Altis, and my father said that he wanted to buy Avante, then in the end he bought this.&lt;br /&gt;Zzz, fickled-minded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I went Andre house today.&lt;br /&gt;It had really little people there.&lt;br /&gt;Because we never really informed anyone.&lt;br /&gt;But it was fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belated happy birthdays to Cecilia, Caroline, Andre, Timothy and Yihong :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656485148740879589-8877557132904732563?l=thlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/8877557132904732563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/2009/03/mediterranean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656485148740879589/posts/default/8877557132904732563'/><link 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over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school early for the prefects thing.&lt;br /&gt;I look like a nerd anyway with the tie.&lt;br /&gt;And my duties were kind of slack.&lt;br /&gt;So that was a good run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything about today was dance.&lt;br /&gt;And I looked like some kind of alien flower (as suggested by haohe)&lt;br /&gt;we got our new costumes (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I kind of enjoyed the ghost stories told by the relief techer during Lit period.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't scary, but hey, I had fun (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye then, I'm ending with a boring, mundane sentence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656485148740879589-3106019590710222280?l=thlastnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thlastnight.blogspot.com/feeds/3106019590710222280/comments/default' title='Post 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