<?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-5311849534095111723</id><updated>2011-09-29T06:01:02.065+08:00</updated><category term='Let fate lead its way.'/><category term='I hate to have this sucky feeling):'/><title type='text'>T.Gwenda's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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So I haven't been updating this space for like 3498358947587450835 years. Life's been......... idk how to describe. Not too good, quite bad, but not bad to a large extent? Hahaha. One thing I know for sure is that school's really bad for me. When I wake up every morning, I didn't feel like going to school at all. Projects, homeworks, I could just die, I don't have that much time. But I've made awesome classmates. And of course, not forgetting my dear Grizzlers (new team name), the bond between us is indescribable. School, trainings, family. I didn't even have the time to meet up with my clique. Oh well, this is life. 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EKwIcwpILz0/Tcaen3Uc8UI/AAAAAAAACHg/TFplGKKo24I/s400/168418_493510107654_531497654_6275405_2039796_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604341194010980674" /&gt;It's Mothers' Day today, but I'm not out celebrating this very day with my Mummy. Hence, this blog post. I know that you're going through a rather hard time right now, and having someone to accompany you would be good, but I'm not really there beside you. But if there's anything you want to rant out, feel free to text or MSN me, k! I'll be there for you even though I'm not with you. Love you mummy, happy mothers' day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-7219516216841623305?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7219516216841623305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/7219516216841623305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/7219516216841623305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mothers&apos; Day.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EKwIcwpILz0/Tcaen3Uc8UI/AAAAAAAACHg/TFplGKKo24I/s72-c/168418_493510107654_531497654_6275405_2039796_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-2182064762638120995</id><published>2011-04-20T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T22:03:17.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0vMoP8k1Dow/Ta7nmQWzHcI/AAAAAAAACHY/4YH1wUNrApo/s1600/broken.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MGTsTdpGRbg/TY9TuqLw76I/AAAAAAAACHQ/w__Sw4z6dIM/s400/024%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588777723652796322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-3891561647783386758?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3891561647783386758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/3891561647783386758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/3891561647783386758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_27.html' title=''/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MGTsTdpGRbg/TY9TuqLw76I/AAAAAAAACHQ/w__Sw4z6dIM/s72-c/024%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-7240176507943135377</id><published>2011-03-24T01:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T01:59:43.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving you behind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fv_3TBYOftI/TYoxI089d2I/AAAAAAAACG8/9zuX9FGt4SU/s400/tumblr_lh6lnjWsda1qaobbko1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587332315429566306" /&gt;There's times like this when I don't know how I feel. It's like a situation when half of you wants to let go, when the other part of you doesn't. This is where the advice - follow your heart - would come in. I used to think that this advice was easy to follow, but I &lt;s&gt;was&lt;/s&gt; am stuck in the middle of choosing. Then I thought to myself, "Follow your heart. What do you want?". And then it hit me. I had no idea where are the choices coming from. Leaving, is that thought coming from my heart or head? Staying, where is it coming from?! Those are just words, but when it happens to you, you do not know where it's coming from. Unless, it only happens to me, then there must be something wrong with me. I would be an idiot if I choose to stay, knowing that I've been lied to, right? Then again, leaving hurts too. I didn't thought that it'd be this difficult, I guess I underestimated myself. I just need to rant everything out, to something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-7240176507943135377?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7240176507943135377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2011/03/leaving-you-behind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/7240176507943135377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/7240176507943135377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2011/03/leaving-you-behind.html' title='Leaving you behind.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fv_3TBYOftI/TYoxI089d2I/AAAAAAAACG8/9zuX9FGt4SU/s72-c/tumblr_lh6lnjWsda1qaobbko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-1042341860219609136</id><published>2011-03-10T01:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T01:41:25.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind these castle walls.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gjbio83h-5U/TXe17wjlyrI/AAAAAAAACG0/Yhe3_klqg2E/s400/498.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582130301400107698" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever felt like ranting anything that is bothering you to a total stranger? Not a close friend, but just some stranger walking down the street. Someone that don't know anything about you at all. At times, when you feel that there are many things bottling up inside you, you will feel like ranting it out to someone. But sometimes I feel that it is hard to rant out everything to someone close. Sometimes, I would feel like ranting everything to a stranger. Someone whom you can spill your problems/worries/doubts to, whom you can cry in front of and act like a total fool. Because you're never going to see that stranger again, unless you're fated of course. Sometimes what I need is someone to just nod their head and put their arms around my shoulder, I don't want to hear any advices. I don't want any sympathy. It doesn't mean my friends are bad listeners, I just don't want them to feel sorry for me. To see their friend in this state. So, yeah. Ranting random shits to a total stranger who don't even know what I'm talking about. At least it's good letting out my problems or whatever things out to someone rather than bottling all up inside of me. Yeah, okay. Shitty blog post, but whatever, I updated my blog anyway! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-1042341860219609136?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/1042341860219609136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2011/03/behind-these-castle-walls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/1042341860219609136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/1042341860219609136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2011/03/behind-these-castle-walls.html' title='Behind these castle walls.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gjbio83h-5U/TXe17wjlyrI/AAAAAAAACG0/Yhe3_klqg2E/s72-c/498.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-4672825616188687308</id><published>2011-02-21T17:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T17:31:05.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pistanthrophobia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fMmBferCY24/TWIr-pR_QMI/AAAAAAAACGk/Vy1P7HPAqzw/s400/165175_10150104423623433_573508432_6134163_3052951_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576067643871281346" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fMmBferCY24/TWIr-pR_QMI/AAAAAAAACGk/Vy1P7HPAqzw/s400/165175_10150104423623433_573508432_6134163_3052951_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576067643871281346" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness. I have no idea that my last update was on the 1st of January! Even if I revive my blog, I don't think I will have many readers because it seems like everyone stopped blogging. Anywayz, let's see what had happened in between this 1 and a half month for me! We celebrated Liqing's birthday in Hard Rock hotel, and it was hell awesumz. I've got posted to Nanyang Poly, hospitality and tourism management. I'm currently working at Chocolate Schubar @ ION, and I think I'm stopping soon! Last weekend, I worked at CTC fair. AND I APPEARED ON THE NEWS!!!!!! TWICE. As an extra. HAHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz. I have this question. If you know something which may hurt your friend, would you tell her and watch her depressed, or would you not tell and until she finds out herself, after living behind all those lies? I don't think I would even have an answer because my blog is so dead. But hahahahah, who cares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-4672825616188687308?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4672825616188687308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2011/02/pistanthrophobia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/4672825616188687308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/4672825616188687308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2011/02/pistanthrophobia.html' title='Pistanthrophobia.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fMmBferCY24/TWIr-pR_QMI/AAAAAAAACGk/Vy1P7HPAqzw/s72-c/165175_10150104423623433_573508432_6134163_3052951_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-6873533360066499543</id><published>2011-01-01T15:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T16:06:40.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TR7cUdCcL7I/AAAAAAAACGY/ftp2tFQAGAs/s400/63508_485913148811_545103811_5778908_2454602_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557121234172129202" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TR7cUdCcL7I/AAAAAAAACGY/ftp2tFQAGAs/s400/63508_485913148811_545103811_5778908_2454602_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557121234172129202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's a brand new year! 2010 wasn't really a good year for me, but time still pass as fast. I think it's because of our major exams and the preparation and all. Results will be on the 10-12 January. Feeling nervous at the thought of it, I even dreamt of collecting my results thrice. Let's just hope I can achieve what I aim for. So, anyway! In my previous posts, I've been blogging about how much I hate work and all right? But I guess after awhile, working seems awesome. I miss everyone there. This is coming from the mouth of the girl who hates working, bwahaha. I'm jobless now, resting for awhile before finding another job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been going out ever since I stop working, but the shopping sprees wasn't fruitful, didn't buy much stuffs. The awesomest day was the one when I went out with ahmeiz for singing session. We must sing again some time, soon! Okay, ahmeiz? HAHA. Kkz, I think I'm posting rubbish already. Shall blog again soon! BYEZ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-6873533360066499543?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6873533360066499543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/6873533360066499543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/6873533360066499543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TR7cUdCcL7I/AAAAAAAACGY/ftp2tFQAGAs/s72-c/63508_485913148811_545103811_5778908_2454602_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-6451316190882330831</id><published>2010-12-06T23:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T00:04:45.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to December.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TP0EC6MvpBI/AAAAAAAACGM/O6QWUgB1mDk/s400/34856_417331209241_648709241_4506700_7276778_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547594764019278866" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TP0EC6MvpBI/AAAAAAAACGM/O6QWUgB1mDk/s400/34856_417331209241_648709241_4506700_7276778_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547594764019278866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December is here! Unexpectedly, 2010 passed by really fast. And I did not enjoy it one bit. Okay, I did enjoy, but not to a large extent. Like I said, it's December, and many people are working by now. It's funny how we had so much plans before O's, and once it ended, we started working! We're finally out of secondary school, which also means lesser time for us to meet up. It's been nearly a month since the exams, but I've only seen these girls (and really have a talk with them) for less than 3 times. And it's really difficult for us to meet up now, because it's troublesome to re-schedule our off days and all. We'll be going to different schools and of course, making new friends next year, but the friends that we're going to make won't be the same or strong as our friendship. We've been together for 3-5 years, and created lots of happy and sad memories. But we still have to go our separate ways.... But, that doesn't mean it's the end of our friendship right? We must at least (if that's possible) meet up once a week. Don't forget me, girls! I will always be there for you whenever you need someone. ;) And I so did not intend to blog about this, it just hit me and I have to blog about it. I love you, girls. :')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-6451316190882330831?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6451316190882330831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2010/12/back-to-december.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/6451316190882330831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/6451316190882330831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2010/12/back-to-december.html' title='Back to December.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TP0EC6MvpBI/AAAAAAAACGM/O6QWUgB1mDk/s72-c/34856_417331209241_648709241_4506700_7276778_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-8702706750613134682</id><published>2010-11-23T19:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T20:03:27.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like falling stars over your head.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TOup-uNIsAI/AAAAAAAACGE/YHBtmt4NjlM/s400/DSC02985.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542710661429637122" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TOup-uNIsAI/AAAAAAAACGE/YHBtmt4NjlM/s400/DSC02985.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542710661429637122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been neglecting this blog, O's are over and I'm working! And somehow I still don't like the feeling of work. I've never like to work at all, maybe I have not found the right one for me? I always feel that I would have something else better to do. Anyway, graduation night was awesome. Who says grad night in school wouldn't be fun?! The last 30 minutes was the best, but it could be longer! It was one memorable night in school. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing ruined my awesome night. What was it? WORK! Damn work, I hate work. I don't dislike anyone there, I don't know why, I think I just dislike working. Like I said, I felt that I have something else better to do. I didn't go to work today, and I feel so glaaad! I didn't go to work because I'm sick, k. I never &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;geng &lt;/span&gt;or what ah! I've been having a sore throat since grad night, I think I shouted too much! And yesterday when I was talking to customers halfway, I suddenly have no voice. So paiseh! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sigh* &lt;/span&gt;I can't wait to finish working. Enough of work, makes me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sian &lt;/span&gt;by just thinking of it. I hope to go out really soon. :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-8702706750613134682?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8702706750613134682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2010/11/like-falling-stars-over-your-head.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/8702706750613134682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/8702706750613134682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2010/11/like-falling-stars-over-your-head.html' title='Like falling stars over your head.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TOup-uNIsAI/AAAAAAAACGE/YHBtmt4NjlM/s72-c/DSC02985.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-4607296571816408612</id><published>2010-11-09T00:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T01:27:21.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's up to you to find beauty in the ugliest days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNgrt8brteI/AAAAAAAACFc/AzvcucYzeUw/s400/tumblr_l9pk438x9Q1qa4ktgo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537223810168370658" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNgrt8brteI/AAAAAAAACFc/AzvcucYzeUw/s400/tumblr_l9pk438x9Q1qa4ktgo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537223810168370658" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Eiffel Tower has always captivated me. And of course, I would like to visit Paris some day. There's so many places I would like to visit, but what if we don't have the time or too busy with work? The world is huge with many beautiful places and it would be a waste if we don't see it. I would like to find a rich husband and travel around the world. Hah, okay, fat hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, back to reality! O Levels are almost over, left with 1 paper which is Combined Science multiple choice. And we have to go back to school at 2.30PM to take that 45 minutes paper. Quite a waste of time, I would say. Why can't the papers be in the morning? Like this we're not able to go shopping. Okay, maybe there's still a little time, but 1/2 hours of shopping? I'm not happy with the time arrangement for Friday's paper! I'm supposed to work on the next day, but I managed to postpone it to Sunday. Maybe I'll be able to enjoy shopping within those few fours? And then I'll be starting work. I dread it. Hope for the best anyway. Bye for now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-4607296571816408612?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4607296571816408612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-up-to-you-to-find-beauty-in-ugliest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/4607296571816408612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/4607296571816408612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-up-to-you-to-find-beauty-in-ugliest.html' title='It&apos;s up to you to find beauty in the ugliest days.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNgrt8brteI/AAAAAAAACFc/AzvcucYzeUw/s72-c/tumblr_l9pk438x9Q1qa4ktgo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-4728062438105549188</id><published>2010-10-25T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T21:36:13.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hear your heart call for love, then you act like there's no room.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TMWEw-2u8iI/AAAAAAAACFU/e7UheKVone0/s400/47013_445434234241_648709241_5130517_1766288_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531973694335676962" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TMWEw-2u8iI/AAAAAAAACFU/e7UheKVone0/s400/47013_445434234241_648709241_5130517_1766288_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531973694335676962" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now we're in the midst of our O levels. Okay, not really. 3 subjects down for me, means there's 3 left. Yes, 3 subjects which you could split up into 2 each. Had English today and I screwed my paper 1, I hope that oral and paper 2 will be able to pull me up. I don't want to get a C, but I think I'll be getting a C. Super &lt;i&gt;sianz&lt;/i&gt;. Chemistry is on Friday and I have yet to start on it, and still I want an A1. Complacency won't get you far! Gonna mug on Chemistry for 3 days, then 2 days for Physics. I hope it'll be enough. I think if I have the choice of taking O levels whenever I want, I will never be ready for it. And I'm not really excited for O's to end. Y'know why? Because I'll be working straight after that. Major &lt;i&gt;sianz&lt;/i&gt; I tell you, yes, I don't like to work. Maybe 'cause I have not found the right one yet. No time to go shopping also, &lt;i&gt;walaoz&lt;/i&gt;. Okay, should not be thinking about this yet. Time to study for Chemistry! Buaiix! HAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-4728062438105549188?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4728062438105549188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hear-your-heart-call-for-love-then.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/4728062438105549188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/4728062438105549188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hear-your-heart-call-for-love-then.html' title='I hear your heart call for love, then you act like there&apos;s no room.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TMWEw-2u8iI/AAAAAAAACFU/e7UheKVone0/s72-c/47013_445434234241_648709241_5130517_1766288_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-2847927165759118004</id><published>2010-09-25T20:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T21:14:47.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama queen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TJ3v1HFABCI/AAAAAAAACE8/MnxfI5-hTAY/s400/TVD.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520832413938222114" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TJ3v1HFABCI/AAAAAAAACE8/MnxfI5-hTAY/s400/TVD.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520832413938222114" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TJ3v08mcK7I/AAAAAAAACE0/LBFZF5vOPtc/s400/GLEE.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520832411125689266" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TJ3v08mcK7I/AAAAAAAACE0/LBFZF5vOPtc/s400/GLEE.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520832411125689266" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hooked on Glee and The Vampire Diaries since this year, can't exactly remember when. And recently, Season 2 of both shows came on air! At a very wrong timing too. I've major exams in exactly a month, no doubt I'm feeling the stress and my Daddy have also been pressurizing me. But I can't be studying most of the time right? So I think it's alright to watch the shows when a new episode is up, of course, I must be studying more! And I have a confession.......... I had 2 drama series at first, but now there's 3! And the show is...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TJ3v0RdqMaI/AAAAAAAACEs/M6pJNiBJt1Y/s400/HELLCATS.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520832399546134946" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TJ3v0RdqMaI/AAAAAAAACEs/M6pJNiBJt1Y/s400/HELLCATS.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520832399546134946" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLCATS!!!!!! Pretty awesome show. Ashley Tisdale is in it! I loooove her. I'm trying to resist watching all this dramas after my O's, because of Tumblr, I failed. Because Tumblr is consistently spamming gifs and pictures on my dashboard! But somehow, I'm not so interested for Glee. Maybe because Charice is in it, until now I still can't get over the fact! So, I shall try and resist watching the first episode of Glee to prevent myself from getting addicted. Kkz, I think I'm talking nonsense already. Shall update soon! (Oh yeah, I've been updating more frequently already eh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-2847927165759118004?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2847927165759118004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2010/09/drama-queen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/2847927165759118004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/2847927165759118004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2010/09/drama-queen.html' title='Drama queen.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TJ3v1HFABCI/AAAAAAAACE8/MnxfI5-hTAY/s72-c/TVD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-3019711069826231637</id><published>2010-09-17T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T20:50:09.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wondering why we bother with love if it never lasts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TJNaPMxEsmI/AAAAAAAACEk/PHVP8T08UOc/s400/58911_433693919241_648709241_4892305_3469421_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517853185630581346" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TJNaPMxEsmI/AAAAAAAACEk/PHVP8T08UOc/s400/58911_433693919241_648709241_4892305_3469421_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517853185630581346" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling kinda downhearted now (not wanting any sympathy or anything). I was feeling happy earlier today, but my mood got pulled down. My daddy doesn't seem to be in his normal self today and there's something bothering him. It pains me to see my parents or grandparents feeling sad, I'm sure everyone does. I don't know what is bothering him, I dare not ask. I think I will just cry when I ask the first question (I cry easily, okay?), although his problem may or may not concern me, I want to know. Sighhhh, enough of this. I hope he gets better tomorrow.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, prelims have ended, but we can't just relax yet. 'O' Levels is just 38 days away, which won't even last for a month. So we have to start working hard until it ends. Easy to say, but as each day passes, who's the one slacking? Sometimes, I feel glad that I'm in the normal stream. Taking things at a slower pace and everything. Anyway, I don't think I have the mood to carry on blogging. Ta for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-3019711069826231637?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3019711069826231637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2010/09/wondering-why-we-bother-with-love-if-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/3019711069826231637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/3019711069826231637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2010/09/wondering-why-we-bother-with-love-if-it.html' title='Wondering why we bother with love if it never lasts.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TJNaPMxEsmI/AAAAAAAACEk/PHVP8T08UOc/s72-c/58911_433693919241_648709241_4892305_3469421_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-7893677967465282108</id><published>2010-09-07T21:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T22:05:40.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spend life with who makes you happy, not who you have to impress.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 342px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TIY9fD86iAI/AAAAAAAACD0/ccZLaEfc92k/s400/DSC09712.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514162397607790594" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 342px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TIY9fD86iAI/AAAAAAAACD0/ccZLaEfc92k/s400/DSC09712.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514162397607790594" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I haven't been an active blogger. No idea what to blog about. So, the September holidays have started and we should be studying but guess who's the one slacking? Haven't touch on anything related to school ever since this holiday started. &lt;b&gt;Probably&lt;/b&gt;, I'm gonna head to the library on Thursday and Friday. And maybe alone too. :( 'Cause I don't think I can study at home, so distracting! I can get distracted by the slightest thing, like my handwriting. (-___- right) So I hope the study at the library will be productive for me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to City Plaza with ahmeiz and Jacqueline yesterday. There were really cheap buys over there, but I didn't buy that much things. Okay, I only bought one thing. I think it's because we don't really know where to aim for the cheap stuffs? And we didn't really shop finish. Guess I'll have to find a suitable shopping partner to shop with me in the WHOLE mall. I think ahmeiz is suitable, but she gets sian easily. We're going shopping tomorrow too! And I'll be collecting my ring, woohoo. Okayz, I think that's enough for now. I will &lt;u&gt;try&lt;/u&gt; to update as often as I use to. Ta for nowz! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-7893677967465282108?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7893677967465282108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2010/09/spend-life-with-who-makes-you-happy-not_07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/7893677967465282108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/7893677967465282108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2010/09/spend-life-with-who-makes-you-happy-not_07.html' title='Spend life with who makes you happy, not who you have to impress.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TIY9fD86iAI/AAAAAAAACD0/ccZLaEfc92k/s72-c/DSC09712.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-455281380938008748</id><published>2010-08-17T16:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T17:29:58.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TGpPwNScNBI/AAAAAAAACC8/FwxmIe8FLkU/s1600/DSC02617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TGpPwNScNBI/AAAAAAAACC8/FwxmIe8FLkU/s400/DSC02617.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506301184033174546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kay, I've been wanting to voice out this issue for quite some time already. When you call someone names, do you really know what it really means? Like for example, being called a bimbo. A bimbo is a woman who is physically attractive but has low intelligence or poor education. I got this off Wikipedia, FYI. I'm being called a bimbo by my classmates and friends, I know that some of them don't actually mean it, but some of them do. And when the calling gets overboard, it's really annoying y'know?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bimbos have LOW INTELLIGENCE! Not that I'm being thick-skinned or what, but I do not consider myself having low intelligence. I may be dumb or blur, but not to &lt;i&gt;that &lt;/i&gt;extent of a bimbo. Have you seen the movie "The house bunny"? That's what I call a real bimbo. I am the only one who get a grade one for Science for last year's N levels, and I took express Math last year and scored an A2. I don't mean to boast, I just want to prove to you that I don't have low intelligence. And I'm sure that by the way I type or talk, you can clearly understand me. I don't see which part of me being bimbotic. Get the facts right first, I am smarter than some of you. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-455281380938008748?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/455281380938008748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2010/08/kay-ive-been-wanting-to-voice-out-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/455281380938008748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/455281380938008748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2010/08/kay-ive-been-wanting-to-voice-out-this.html' title=''/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TGpPwNScNBI/AAAAAAAACC8/FwxmIe8FLkU/s72-c/DSC02617.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-5890461262373998017</id><published>2010-07-17T23:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T23:39:55.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's something bout love that tears you up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TEHKHoo0-GI/AAAAAAAACC0/Rqt4m_yJ5lE/s400/gwenda2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494895252885272674" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TEHKHoo0-GI/AAAAAAAACC0/Rqt4m_yJ5lE/s400/gwenda2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494895252885272674" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking adorable right? Hehe! I don't know what happened to me now. Anyway, 'O' Levels are drawing near and I'm still not studying. I still can't sense the urgency, but I'm glad that night study is starting from next week onwards. If not I'll be slacking my week away. Racial Harmony Day is on Wednesday, I wanted to wear a cheongsam for quite some time already so my mummy borrowed from her friend. But that cheongsam is made of fabric material, not silk. I think it's those modern cheongsam? I want traditional ones! And the kebaya mummy borrowed is FREAKING small, I think Meimei can't even wear it. But still, thanks okay, mummy? I think I'll try borrowing from my grandmother instead. Hope she's not too busy! And if really no choice, then I'll wear the cheongsam &lt;i&gt;lorrrrrrrrr&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huhu, I've got nothing to say now. Goodbyez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-5890461262373998017?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5890461262373998017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2010/07/theres-something-bout-love-that-tears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/5890461262373998017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/5890461262373998017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2010/07/theres-something-bout-love-that-tears.html' title='There&apos;s something bout love that tears you up.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TEHKHoo0-GI/AAAAAAAACC0/Rqt4m_yJ5lE/s72-c/gwenda2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-8816245560464851950</id><published>2010-07-04T20:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T21:14:33.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The thing about love is that I never saw it coming. It kinda crept up and took me by surprise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TDB-uu3WvAI/AAAAAAAACCk/6F7PlhU_U7Q/s400/DSC02492.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490027287083924482" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TDB-uu3WvAI/AAAAAAAACCk/6F7PlhU_U7Q/s400/DSC02492.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490027287083924482" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it has been a week since school reopens. Timetable changed and now I strongly think that school will be a waste of time. Math is about 4 -  3 period and it is put to the last period, and we aren't allowed to go home. And on Friday, 1 period of Chinese, 2 period Chemistry, 2 period PE then recess and after that is Math all the way. The only thing I have to attend is Chemistry, isn't it a waste of time? And they say after intensive Chinese there isn't going to be any Chinese already, but there is still Chinese! Cheat my feelings. And what we do during Chinese? Practice oral and listening comprehension, wtf seriously. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no school tomorrow. I'm so happy because the 3 period of Chinese is gone. Anyway, went to Pulau Ubin yesterday with the usual clique, about 16 people. Didn't want to go at first because we have to ride bicycle if we're going there, they managed to persuade me and Jacq to go because they say they were going to walk. So, in the end it was only me, Jacq, Liqing and Randy who walked, but the real survivors were Jacq and I. We did feel pissed but............ Anyway, most of us was feeding the mosquitoes. I have about 30+ bites, I think I've got the most. 17 on one leg. I was expecting my muscle to ache too, but surprisingly it didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yes. We watched Eclipse on Friday and I think the movie is BORING. I used to be a great Twilight fan, then everyone started going crazy over them and I got totally turned off. The storyline is good, talking about how strong is their love and how they would do anything to protect their loved ones but shining when in the sun? That's stupid. Sorry Twilight fans but I'm sure if you watch Vampire Diaries, Twilight is NOTHING compared to that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no idea why I sound so offensive in my blog posts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-8816245560464851950?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8816245560464851950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2010/07/thing-about-love-is-that-i-never-saw-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/8816245560464851950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/8816245560464851950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2010/07/thing-about-love-is-that-i-never-saw-it.html' title='The thing about love is that I never saw it coming. It kinda crept up and took me by surprise.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TDB-uu3WvAI/AAAAAAAACCk/6F7PlhU_U7Q/s72-c/DSC02492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-4245890232987653771</id><published>2010-05-27T15:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T22:19:02.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I wonder if I ever cross your mind, for me it happens all the time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/S_4kuY4WMWI/AAAAAAAACCc/QNdybyYWzRE/s1600/DSC02267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/S_4kuY4WMWI/AAAAAAAACCc/QNdybyYWzRE/s400/DSC02267.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475854576300470626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've not blog for more than a month, can't blame my laziness. Chinese 'O' Levels start on Monday, intensive Chinese just ended today. No Chinese after the June holidays! Cho happy. Intensive is more like picnic session for our table, there's tidbits everyday! I hope I can get at least a C6 for once for Chinese lah. There's parents meeting on Saturday, but Daddy is in Australia for 2 weeks, and &lt;i&gt;she'll &lt;/i&gt;be out. Therefore, I'll be getting my report book last, boohoo. My Mid-year results suck so bad. Work harder for 'O' Levels!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Vampire Diaries recently and I fell in love with it! Season 1 is over, waiting for season 2 to come out, which is around September? So long! Ian Somerhalder is HOT! ♥ Vampire Diaries is an awesome TV series, you should watch it! Okaaaay, enough of this. I think I'm being paranoid nowadays, hm. I tend to overthink things, my character. Anyway, I wonder if anyone is not studying for Chinese, what's there to study anyway right? I just hope to get a C6 lah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-4245890232987653771?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4245890232987653771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2010/05/and-i-wonder-if-i-ever-cross-your-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/4245890232987653771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/4245890232987653771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2010/05/and-i-wonder-if-i-ever-cross-your-mind.html' title='And I wonder if I ever cross your mind, for me it happens all the time.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/S_4kuY4WMWI/AAAAAAAACCc/QNdybyYWzRE/s72-c/DSC02267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-2191280509210341726</id><published>2010-04-24T22:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T22:32:50.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When a heart breaks, it don't break even.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/S9L9dNHJZ9I/AAAAAAAACCU/guqLET6W00E/s400/DSC08139.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463707976131504082" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/S9L9dNHJZ9I/AAAAAAAACCU/guqLET6W00E/s400/DSC08139.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463707976131504082" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;This picture will keep you entertained whenever you come into my blog. :) I was about to burst out laughing because I saw the reflection of Venice in the mirror, I don't have to explain why right? I was supposed to go out today but I don't know why I suddenly didn't have to mood to go. Sometimes I tend to over think things and that sucks. And I think I shouldn't say it out because it isn't very good.. Oh well. I have the urge to drink whenever I feel down, y'know why? Because I like that feeling when you get a little tipsy, when you don't have to think about anything at all. Maybe a coward that escapes from reality. But I don't know why I get upset over such small things, I hope it's because my period is coming.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than 2 weeks left for MYE, but sometimes I really can't seem to study. Daddy said that my grades will drop this year and I don't want that to happen. I have to do something to it right? Easy to say. I want to have a study buddy or a study group, anyone? Sigh* I really can't wait for the life after 'O's, but my friends are all workaholics. How to enjoy??????????????? :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-2191280509210341726?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2191280509210341726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-heart-breaks-it-dont-break-even.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/2191280509210341726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/2191280509210341726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-heart-breaks-it-dont-break-even.html' title='When a heart breaks, it don&apos;t break even.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/S9L9dNHJZ9I/AAAAAAAACCU/guqLET6W00E/s72-c/DSC08139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-7985347159897606847</id><published>2010-04-10T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T21:22:50.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You were worth the fight, but I couldn't fight forever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/S8B3HzQWmmI/AAAAAAAACCM/TskB4Uy-brw/s400/31032010340.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458493724274629218" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/S8B3HzQWmmI/AAAAAAAACCM/TskB4Uy-brw/s400/31032010340.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458493724274629218" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Okay, I've been neglecting my blog for like.. 3 weeks? Blame it on my laziness! And I have nothing to blog about. Hm, school's the same, boring as ever. I remembered during the past years, I don't look forward for the weekends, but now I'm dying for it. No idea why. The past weeks passed really fast, MYE is next month and my Daddy's asking me to study and stuff. But if I study now, I will forget everything when the exams come nearer, so what's the point of me studying now right? I can't go out that often too, but if I didn't go out and stay home, I still wouldn't be studying. -___-&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have I mentioned that my Daddy's girlfriend resigned from her job? So now when I go home from school, it will be torture for me! Well, only sometimes. I quarreled with her a few days ago, but we're okay now. I'm glad, if not I don't know what awaits me after school, but I still don't want to see her when I get home! I wish she can find a job soon, but she's not even finding yet! And this will probably lasts for months, omgz. If she's still not working during the June holidays, it will be death for me! Sigh* Please find a job soon. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm ranting on this post, yikes. I totally forgot what happened during the past few days lah, okay. And what could be so nice about to blog about going to school and doing the same routine everyday? And I didn't go out or anything. Yes, I have no life. This sucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-7985347159897606847?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7985347159897606847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-were-worth-fight-but-i-couldnt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/7985347159897606847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/7985347159897606847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-were-worth-fight-but-i-couldnt.html' title='You were worth the fight, but I couldn&apos;t fight forever.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/S8B3HzQWmmI/AAAAAAAACCM/TskB4Uy-brw/s72-c/31032010340.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-9207029865226580381</id><published>2010-03-21T17:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T20:38:57.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every night, I hear the angels cry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/S6XmVphgDgI/AAAAAAAACCE/7IIhQCisROU/s400/Lo-vedrunk005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451016183599861250" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/S6XmVphgDgI/AAAAAAAACCE/7IIhQCisROU/s400/Lo-vedrunk005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451016183599861250" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;I organised my pictures into specific folders some days ago and I realised that my fringe is long in almost all of the photos. I don't really like to cut my hair, because almost every time after a haircut, I am unsatisfied with it! I only want to trim my back, but I think the hairdressers will find it weird. And I'm going to keep my fringe long, to try out some new style for myself! But it's kinda irritating too, we'll see how long I can &lt;i&gt;tahan&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, school's starting tomorrow. And I'm sure almost everyone dread going back to school with incomplete homework and stuffs.. I'm one of them for sure. Okay, I shall share with you my days for this week. Monday is boring, I stayed home the whole day and tried to complete my homework. I think I only did 2 questions or less than that. HAHAHA. I had tuition in the morning &lt;i&gt;(okay lah, not really, 11.30AM still quite early for me) &lt;/i&gt;and then out shopping to town! Oh, which reminded me of something. I'm selling a high-cut size 27 shorts, black colour. I'll post up the picture in the next post. Went to SP on Wednesday for further details about the courses and I won $20 Kinokuniya vouchers, hehehe. Supposed to have a picnic @ Marina Barrage on Thursday, but it was raining. So venue changed to Vivo city skypark! Went to play pool after that, some of them left. The rest wanted to go CSC for singing but it was closed, so we went to a lan shop in Bukit Timah instead. Sang for awhile and played pool again! Went home at 5.30AM, woah~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was busy on Friday, but I still managed to find a place! Met Firdaus at Westmall, wanted to find Guanchin, but I went alone in the end. Went to his house then 3 of his other friends came, and then Liqing came! Gave her a hug, hehe. Went to slack at playground and got chased off by police, so we went home at around 1AM+ and my eyes were giving me problems again. Yesterday! I waited so long and finally got it! Drinking! Went to find Amanda and co. at a coffee shop near Andy's house. Played "qiao qiao bei" and Amanda and I got a little high. Home quite early, around 12AM - 1AM+. Good girl today, home the whole day! Lazy to do homework. My English homework is staring at me now, ahhh. Long post huh! Okay, taaaaaaaaa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-9207029865226580381?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/9207029865226580381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2010/03/every-night-i-hear-angels-cry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/9207029865226580381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/9207029865226580381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2010/03/every-night-i-hear-angels-cry.html' title='Every night, I hear the angels cry.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/S6XmVphgDgI/AAAAAAAACCE/7IIhQCisROU/s72-c/Lo-vedrunk005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-4612949506526225959</id><published>2010-03-14T14:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T19:07:44.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People ask why it's so hard to trust people and I ask them why it's so hard to keep a promise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/S5yIIoEyZwI/AAAAAAAACB8/j-HabhoG18Y/s400/DSC02038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448379330989287170" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/S5yIH0ROBpI/AAAAAAAACB0/ShwRfh3uWRQ/s400/DSC02047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448379317082785426" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/S5yIHeohSrI/AAAAAAAACBs/kWRaujzLs8s/s400/DSC02003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448379311274937010" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/S5yIGw6ad8I/AAAAAAAACBk/bEpqx4Qg5R8/s400/DSC01977.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448379299001956290" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;It's Sunday! And I've been home for the weekend, I didn't feel like going out today and yesterday I slept till 3PM+ because I went home at 2AM on Friday night. I need more sleep, okay! Friday was.. filled with ups and downs. Went to IT fair first, I wanted to look for earpiece, but my mood was turned off by the crowd. So we went to get candyfloss! Which was awesomely huge! Some of them went to look for their stuffs and we sat outside taking photos, hahaha. We wanted to have dinner at some Japanese pasta restaurant but we have to wait for quite long as we are a big group of 15! So we bought some finger foods instead.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Haji Lane for sheesha! The flavours we chose wasn't that nice though. Some went home earlier and after that some of us went to slack at Gombak. We bought the 'Q' vodka, and it tastes horrible! Like medicine. I shivered strongly after each mouth! I was high when I finished the bottle and Joanna is really a pro drinker! She drank less than half a bottle and became &lt;i&gt;higher&lt;/i&gt; than me! Some of us bought Maggi for supper, and Joanna fell asleep. Hahaha, awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy that the holidays are here, I really don't like to go to school now. I think I have planned out what to do for this one week holiday! It's so shortz. Let's see. Monday will be my homework day, hopefully. Tuesday may be going shopping (!!!!), Singapore Poly on Wednesday, Picnic @ Marina Barrage on Thursday!! I have no idea what's on Friday, but I want to go out! Because it's the last weekday for the holiday! Okayz, this post is full of broken English, I have no idea why, sorry! Byeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-4612949506526225959?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4612949506526225959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2010/03/people-ask-why-its-so-hard-to-trust.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/4612949506526225959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/4612949506526225959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2010/03/people-ask-why-its-so-hard-to-trust.html' title='People ask why it&apos;s so hard to trust people and I ask them why it&apos;s so hard to keep a promise.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/S5yIIoEyZwI/AAAAAAAACB8/j-HabhoG18Y/s72-c/DSC02038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-6362199963781686440</id><published>2010-03-11T22:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T23:05:32.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anybody can catch your eye, but it takes someone special to catch your heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/S5kFMbPQvtI/AAAAAAAACBc/Gxb9c25776M/s400/18646_298333234241_648709241_3317748_8025637_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447390935309663954" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/S5kFMbPQvtI/AAAAAAAACBc/Gxb9c25776M/s400/18646_298333234241_648709241_3317748_8025637_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447390935309663954" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;"It's not that easy to win over a girl's heart. You can't just look into her eyes and say "I love you" and think she'll instantly fall in love with you. You have to get to know her and show that you love her just the way she is. You have to be able to handle her when she's mad, comfort her when she's sad, and leave her be when she's feeling independent. You don't have to buy her the most expensive gifts all the time; as long as you mean everything you say and keep all the promises you make, you'll be okay. So don't rush things, take your time. And when you finally do tell her that you love her, make sure you truly mean it. Because chances are she needs another broken heart like you need a hole in the head."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-6362199963781686440?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6362199963781686440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2010/03/anybody-can-catch-your-eye-but-it-takes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/6362199963781686440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/6362199963781686440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2010/03/anybody-can-catch-your-eye-but-it-takes.html' title='Anybody can catch your eye, but it takes someone special to catch your heart.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/S5kFMbPQvtI/AAAAAAAACBc/Gxb9c25776M/s72-c/18646_298333234241_648709241_3317748_8025637_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-4568410606975705291</id><published>2010-03-05T15:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T16:34:13.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whenever you're near, it's love that I fear.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/S5C0zV1_V3I/AAAAAAAACBU/gf1IVkmAnI8/s400/DSC01863.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445050743620851570" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I've only blogged for 4 times from mid January to now, I don't think many people blog much nowadays huh? So, common test just ended. Have not gotten back English and Geography paper. And I'm starting to detest Geography lessons, and a little bit of Mr Chua.. He went through our 'stupid' answers for the class test, and mine was up on the screen! And he also showed us some hilarious drawings. My Combined Science grades dropped, gah. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today is a Friday and I'm staying home, boohoo. Wanted to go out at first, but suddenly I don't feel like anymore. Wonder if I'm going out tomorrow.. Next week is gonna be awesome, y'know why? We have 3 days of Life Skills thingy in school, that means no lesson! But we'll be only missing a day of Chinese, boohooooo. And then......... IT'S THE FREAKING HOLIDAYS! I remember the past few years when there's holiday, I won't be so excited about it and I actually looked forward to going to school. Now, I dread going to school and really looking forward for the holidays.. Hm, weird. Gonna stop blogging now, I suddenly feel down. Haha! Ta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-4568410606975705291?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4568410606975705291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2010/03/whenever-youre-near-its-love-that-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/4568410606975705291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/4568410606975705291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2010/03/whenever-youre-near-its-love-that-i.html' title='Whenever you&apos;re near, it&apos;s love that I fear.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/S5C0zV1_V3I/AAAAAAAACBU/gf1IVkmAnI8/s72-c/DSC01863.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-916534648922271874</id><published>2010-02-22T20:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T20:50:57.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To love is to risk being hurt or taken advantage of.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/S4J8J8-9tuI/AAAAAAAACBE/xZhPgR9XPKM/s400/DSC01776.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441047810247866082" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/S4J8JSf5PwI/AAAAAAAACA8/ABt2Y04EPw0/s400/DSC01775.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441047798843260674" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Okay, so CNY this year is quite boring. But I think we are going to have many rounds of steamboat! My Daddy asked me if I want to have steamboat on Thursday together with my friends, we already had 2 steamboat with friends so far! Have not collected all my angpaos yet too! And I am so dead because CT1 is on this coming Friday and I'm still slacking around! My schedule was pack last week, this week too! How to study?! People MAY BE coming to my house on Thursday and first few papers on Friday! MAY BE going to Liqing's house on Friday, there's CIP on Saturday and Sunday is my Ahgong birthday! I'm so packed, and I'm so dead. I'm going to fail badly for this CT1. I don't understand ANYTHING about SS, nothing at all. And Chemistry is getting tough, I scored a borderline mark for class test! Oh my god, see. I'm so dead. Oh, and I didn't blog for a week. Busy, k! Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-916534648922271874?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/916534648922271874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-love-is-to-risk-being-hurt-or-taken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/916534648922271874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/916534648922271874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-love-is-to-risk-being-hurt-or-taken.html' title='To love is to risk being hurt or taken advantage of.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/S4J8J8-9tuI/AAAAAAAACBE/xZhPgR9XPKM/s72-c/DSC01776.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-3843916080079761319</id><published>2010-02-12T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T23:18:03.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't say you love somebody then change your mind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/S3Vs-2IDbTI/AAAAAAAACA0/UoA8mMpMRII/s400/DSC01693.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437371952056724786" /&gt;I haven't been updating since Liqing's birthday! Almost 2 weeks. Have been quite busy lately, not with homeworks of course. Was busy baking last weekend, and I don't think we earned as much as some of the other classes. I'm glad that CNY clashes with Valentine's Day, I'm not saying this because I don't have a date or something. I still remember how I spent the last 2 years of Valentine, funny. We had CNY concert in school today, was quite boring. And people said that I can sing better, hehe!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to IMM later in the afternoon, and I finally got my itouch! I'm waiting for someone to help me break the whatever thing it's called. I'm not a computer geek, and I think I'm a bimbo at this kind of thing as I kept asking questions. BUT! Take note! That's the only thing I'm bimbotic at, not at other things. So don't call me a bimbo! I am not &lt;i&gt;that &lt;/i&gt;dumb, right? I can give you real example of bimbos! Hehe! Anyway, we were deciding whether to go to Venice's house to stay overnight, and I heard that there wasn't any drinking. But I just saw Liqing's tweet saying that there's drinking session. HEY! I would probably give a second thought. Probably 'cause I'm feeling kinda tired now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for Sakae buffet with Yishan and Jacqueline yesterday. We really eat until we're sick of sushi. Of course not! I'm still not sick of sushi! We were really crazy when we're there, but my mood totally changed when I saw... you. Close to 2 weeks, and I can't remember what happened, so I'm not going to blog about it. This shows that I should update more, I'll try. I know I've been saying that and not doing it. At least I try! Okay, so bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-3843916080079761319?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3843916080079761319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2010/02/dont-say-you-love-somebody-then-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/3843916080079761319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/3843916080079761319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2010/02/dont-say-you-love-somebody-then-change.html' title='Don&apos;t say you love somebody then change your mind.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/S3Vs-2IDbTI/AAAAAAAACA0/UoA8mMpMRII/s72-c/DSC01693.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-3638308787588505450</id><published>2010-01-31T15:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T18:14:02.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, GLQ. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/S2U4puBsADI/AAAAAAAACAs/zOuUPYKm0-8/s400/hgh.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432810814873272370" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/S2U4NBs46aI/AAAAAAAACAU/X-bVbGlhxQM/s400/DSC00639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432810321938540962" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/S2U4O7ecsEI/AAAAAAAACAk/b1CHp3gbtzs/s400/Abcdefgwen040+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432810354627096642" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/S2U4OCof9iI/AAAAAAAACAc/ptnxwhvqTUY/s400/Abcdefgwen031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432810339368433186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm glad you enjoyed your day yesterday. I sneaked away twice to complete your present, I hope you like it! 17 people went to celebrate yesterday, you must be really happy. Happy Seventeenth, I love you. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Liqing's birthday celebration was yesterday. Wanted to surprise her in front of her doorstep, but she went out. I panicked and messaged everyone, then CCK rooftop had something on, so we bluff her that we had to wait for Venice under her block. Surprised her with the cake and I think she was shock. Sneaked away with Jacqueline and Yishan to continue with her scrapbook. Trained to Marina Bay and took a shuttle bus to Marina Barrage. The night scene was awesome. Had dinner at Lao Pa Sa&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(?)&lt;/span&gt; then of to somewhere to take group photos. Some of them went home, and some of us decided to slack at CCK. My eyes were pain and stuffs by then, no idea why. So took a cab back and I think Liqing, Yishan and Jacqueline stayed at my house downstairs until morning. Enjoyable day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venice and I went to Jurong Point on Friday after grocery shopping to buy Liqing's birthday cake. I bought my CNY dress, but I think it looks short. Kinda regretting now. Nevermind! Next Saturday going CNY shopping again! Well, I think. And that dress cost $50, not very cheap! But what's done has been done. Anyway, I'm kinda struggling with my homeworks now. And I totally don't have the mood for homeworks! Especially Chinese, ugh. How am I gonna survive for intensive MT? And I think I don't have the time for homeworks for next weekend. Ahhhhhhhh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-3638308787588505450?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3638308787588505450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-glq.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/3638308787588505450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/3638308787588505450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-glq.html' title='Happy Birthday, GLQ. :)'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/S2U4puBsADI/AAAAAAAACAs/zOuUPYKm0-8/s72-c/hgh.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-8201549932258713472</id><published>2010-01-26T17:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T18:12:08.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anybody could've told you right from the start, it's bound to fall apart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/S167I4vJ7II/AAAAAAAACAM/spIC4z9BFrs/s400/Image0196.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430983961998912642" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/S167I4vJ7II/AAAAAAAACAM/spIC4z9BFrs/s400/Image0196.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430983961998912642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Mummyyyyyy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went to Jurong Point yesterday with her for early celebration. Dinner at Din Tai Fung, ate like nobody's business yesterday! Sure to put on weight, going on a diet and I hope that it'd be a successful one. Many birthdays this week, Venice's birthday is tomorrow! And celebrating an early one for Liqing on Saturday, I'm the one planning! First time planning an outing, hope that it'll turn out fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Chinese New Year is around the corner and it clashes with Valentines Day, not that I'm celebrating V-day or what, just stating! CNY shopping was on the 23Jan, Saturday. Girls outing, and 3 of us bought a bag each.. And I don't think that bag will be used for CNY.. Or maybe it will.. I don't think I will have that time for CNY shopping, unless it's a Friday or Sunday. We were supposed to watch a movie in town, but it's getting late and there were no slots available. So we went to Westmall to catch Daybreakers. MY SECOND NC16 MOVIE!! Hahahaha! The movie was awesome, but some parts were gruesome. I jumped at almost every scene, I don't think I can survive a horror film and the people beside me will feel an earthquake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we went outside of Westmall to slack for a while. We wasn't afraid until we started talking about... You know what. So all of us were afraid to go home, except for Yishan. So I had Lucius to walk me home, HAHAHAHA! Joanna coincidentally met her friend and asked him to send her home, and Liqing was on the phone with her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt;. :P Going to update my CIP blog now. And I will try to update my blog more often, I keep saying this but it's not happening, haha! So, yeah. Byeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-8201549932258713472?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8201549932258713472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2010/01/anybody-couldve-told-you-right-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/8201549932258713472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/8201549932258713472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2010/01/anybody-couldve-told-you-right-from.html' title='Anybody could&apos;ve told you right from the start, it&apos;s bound to fall apart.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/S167I4vJ7II/AAAAAAAACAM/spIC4z9BFrs/s72-c/Image0196.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-4391829453207178307</id><published>2010-01-15T19:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T20:53:22.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The spaces between my fingers are right where yours fit perfectly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/S1BRilsKq0I/AAAAAAAAB_8/PHIznia830Q/s400/DSC01192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426927205656210242" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/S1BRilsKq0I/AAAAAAAAB_8/PHIznia830Q/s400/DSC01192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426927205656210242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture above was taken in Bali, love the red flowers! I had PE on Monday, I think I grew taller and yes, I put on weight! So now, some of us are trying to go on diet, including me! But I just ate Snickers and ice-cream to keep me awake and I don't think it's really helping. Stayed back in school to decorate the classroom today, being the aesthetic rep really is stressful! Note to 5a1: Please bring your present and baby/toddler photo on Monday if possible. Didn't do much decorations today, just the two front notice board and the curtain thingy. I climbed up two tables! There's a few picture of it, but it's not in my phone. The guys didn't want to help us, so the girls had to climb up two tables! And Yishan purposely stack the shaky table on top, so when I climb on it, she will shake and I'll scream. -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class is not very nice yet, but ugh. It's Friday, and I feel like going out! I have so much homeworks for the weekend, ah. Oh! Had Chinese test this week. Those below 27 have to go for remedial, people asked me "You have to go remedial right?" Then I was like, "No, I pass!" And I got 28! Hahaha! Just nice, if not I have to go for remedial. I guess heaven is also thinking that I should give up on Chinese. My Daddy said I should have take French instead. HAHAHA. Okay, I have this bad habit. When I'm blogging, I'll go to other pages like Facebook and stuff. Then I get really hooked onto it and forgot that I'm blogging, and when I remember, I don't feel like blogging anymore. And.. I'm doing it right now. So, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-4391829453207178307?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4391829453207178307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2010/01/spaces-between-my-fingers-are-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/4391829453207178307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/4391829453207178307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2010/01/spaces-between-my-fingers-are-right.html' title='The spaces between my fingers are right where yours fit perfectly.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/S1BRilsKq0I/AAAAAAAAB_8/PHIznia830Q/s72-c/DSC01192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-1103682569160174527</id><published>2010-01-08T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:52:24.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight, I'm gonna find a way to make it without you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/S0c44CZOutI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/7m9fGGG_1xQ/s400/DSC07479.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424366811557575378" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/S0c44CZOutI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/7m9fGGG_1xQ/s400/DSC07479.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424366811557575378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made it through the first week of school! I get sleepy real easily these days, my eyes feel heavy when I go online for like 5 minutes. So I have been turning in early around 10.30PM, freaking early but I'm so tired. I'm tired now too, but blogging for the sake of blogging. I'm having some internet connection problem now and it's really pissing me off. I can't see my tagboard, so I'll reply when I get to see them yeah? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh, I went to change my song and visited my blog and I can see my tagboard. Yes, I blog halfway and look for something else to do then continue blogging. That's why I take more than an hour to finish a post. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's fine, but the feeling is a little weird. I'm used to looking into the Sec4 Express classes when going down the stairs from the 4th floor, but I don't see the people I used to see, it's a whole new different batch. Maybe I just need to get use to it, oh well. Lessons are okay, but some is a total bore. Physics teacher changed to MrLoh, he is so funny! And he tells dirty jokes.. At least he got the whole class laughing. MissSiew's gone, boohoo. She put her hands on my cheeks when I told her I miss her, haha. Chinese changed to MdmKhong, my worst nightmare! I wish I can take CLB because I think even with the help of MdmKhong, I can't pass my Chinese. Chinese is a total turn off for me. Oh, 'O' Level results will be releasing on Monday. Good luck to people taking their results! And yes, I'll be taking my Math result. I hope I get at least an A, because I don't want to retake Math and the Math teacher is Mrs Patricia Tan, ugh. Super slow and the way she teach is like for primary kids. I don't want to retake Math!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being long-winded because I don't blog often, apologies if you died while reading. Anyway, school brought us to SP yesterday, it was disorganised. Ngee Ann Poly today and went to meet Mummy after that. Cotton On like 50% off, damn. I want to go shopping real badly, shop for CNY! And shopping for casual. It's 10.50PM and I'm alone at home, my Daddy is out drinking and I don't want to sleep although I really feel like sleeping. I don't like to sleep when there's no one at home, I'll wait until my Daddy comes back. I think I've blog enough, so ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-1103682569160174527?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/1103682569160174527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2010/01/tonight-im-gonna-find-way-to-make-it_08.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/1103682569160174527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/1103682569160174527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2010/01/tonight-im-gonna-find-way-to-make-it_08.html' title='Tonight, I&apos;m gonna find a way to make it without you.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/S0c44CZOutI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/7m9fGGG_1xQ/s72-c/DSC07479.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-8610043855126919962</id><published>2010-01-01T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T21:31:09.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010, 2010, 2010!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/Sz4SrvZa-FI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/RUjTIkJGeiQ/s400/18335_241271313104_737718104_3350935_2636394_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421791544067422290" border="0" /&gt;Picture above was taken on Wednesday @ Sentosa with quite a big group. I'll blog more on that day later, I'll start off with Monday first. I went to Sentosa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(again) &lt;/span&gt;with my classmates, met them in school first to see what class are we going to for next year. All of us moved up together as a class, that's good but.. I want Liqing! :( Okay, anyway. We reached Sentosa about 12 noon, and left about 3PM+. That's early, but we went to Party World after that. Finished singing about 8PM and went to Shihui's house for awhile. Next day, Tuesday. Went out with Venice, Winnie, Lucius and Marcus. Went to Heeren first, saw a cute transparent wallet which costs $2.90, Marcus &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kind &lt;/span&gt;and he bought that for us. In the end he wanted us &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Venice and I) &lt;/span&gt;to treat him lunch, which costs more than that, smart huh. He didn't even finish his meal! Wednesday, Sentosa again! With a different group of people this time round. We reached Sentosa quite late, close to 3PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, hey. It's the new year, and school is starting next Monday! Yiiiiiikes! And guess what? I'm not prepared. I have not buy my school shoes, and all my school shoes were thrown away. And this one thing which I really hate the most is that this year, I'll have a week of intensive Chinese. CHINESE! And I think I'm the only one in my class who failed N level Chinese. Ughhhh, Chinese. 2009 passed really fast. Let's hope 2010 will be another good year! Taaaaaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-8610043855126919962?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8610043855126919962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-2010-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/8610043855126919962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/8610043855126919962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-2010-2010.html' title='2010, 2010, 2010!'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/Sz4SrvZa-FI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/RUjTIkJGeiQ/s72-c/18335_241271313104_737718104_3350935_2636394_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-1722772793520300475</id><published>2009-12-25T23:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T00:00:17.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SzTcLsY2P-I/AAAAAAAAB_I/TrGfUzERoqs/s400/DSC01256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419198345085599714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The usual celebration of Christmas at my grandparent's place. Went to church in the morning, and went to work after that. It's my last day of work! Happy yet, sad. I'm going back there tomorrow maybe to buy school shoes and take photo with people! Shopping for school things tomorrow with Venice. I find this funny. During normal school days, our relationship with our good friends is well, obviously good. While the relationship with certain classmates are just like normal friends. But during the school holidays, our good friends drift apart and classmates came closer to us. I like it but at the same time, I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to Christmas. Don't really have the Christmas feel anymore, probably 'cause I'm getting older? :( My cousin said this: "I remember when we were young, we carried big bags home, now..." And it's so true! I want to celebrate Christmas somewhere out of Singapore, where there is snow and really have the Christmas-y feel. Probably when I get a little older, with my boyfriend, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if &lt;/span&gt;I have one. Now that work is over, I will have time to go out until school reopens. And yes, I'm still stupidly waiting for you to ask me out. Which I think that is already somewhat impossible. May be posting about my Bali trip if I'm not lazy. Ta for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-1722772793520300475?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/1722772793520300475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/1722772793520300475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/1722772793520300475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SzTcLsY2P-I/AAAAAAAAB_I/TrGfUzERoqs/s72-c/DSC01256.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-4771521570723383533</id><published>2009-12-14T20:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T22:47:53.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was diagnosed for being in love. The medicine is you, the addiction was awesome, the withdrawal was hell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SyY2vnmg6OI/AAAAAAAAB_A/t9pWHRHg8es/s400/DSC01108.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415075793671874786" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SyY2vRgI0XI/AAAAAAAAB-4/nojIHcK--uQ/s400/DSC01086.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415075787739550066" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SyY2u2xmJ0I/AAAAAAAAB-w/LO-RTfiIslQ/s400/DSC01090.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415075780565018434" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures above was on taken 5th December, after Miss Chong's wedding. I'm flying off to Bali tomorrow! Excited or not, I don't know. Worked half day today, dinner at grandparents place! I miss their cooking! Half day because I have to pack for tomorrow's trip. Most probably I'll be taking my results later than the rest, I hope it's on the 21st lah. I'll be free after Christmas, so please ask me out, I want to go shopping! I've received my 2 weeks pay already, haha! I deposit most of it in my bank and took out less then a hundred. &lt;i&gt;(Have not spend yet, okay!) &lt;/i&gt;I met Siewhwei after work today, and we went FEP to get some things. And I was SO tempted to shop, argh! I want to go shopping!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I miss work already. Although the 3 of us &lt;i&gt;(Me, Venice and a friend of ours from the opposite counter) &lt;/i&gt;are &lt;i&gt;popular&lt;/i&gt; in the 4th level, bad kind of popular, duh. And we got aimed by the supervisors and managers, that's what we heard from the promoters. I feel that the managers are way better than the supervisors, but some of the supervisors are fine. We made friends with the security guards too! And some... Funny friends, HAHAHA! And by night, there won't be any customers, so we'll be running everywhere. OH! And late night sushi! I better shut up, I miss work already! Haha, okay then. Will update when I'm back, I hope. Miss me! Taaaaaaaa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-4771521570723383533?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4771521570723383533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-was-diagnosed-for-being-in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/4771521570723383533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/4771521570723383533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-was-diagnosed-for-being-in-love.html' title='I was diagnosed for being in love. The medicine is you, the addiction was awesome, the withdrawal was hell.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SyY2vnmg6OI/AAAAAAAAB_A/t9pWHRHg8es/s72-c/DSC01108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-4251534367643436652</id><published>2009-12-13T01:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T01:43:55.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I... Miss you too.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SyPSKD3cUYI/AAAAAAAAB-g/jj935_xXKJY/s400/DSC07299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414402247307841922" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SyPSKD3cUYI/AAAAAAAAB-g/jj935_xXKJY/s400/DSC07299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414402247307841922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 1.25AM currently, and I have to wake up at 7AM tomorrow. I'm sacrificing my sleeping time to blog for you readers &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(if I still have any). &lt;/span&gt;Above is a stupid but cute picture of me playing with one of the toys which costs $168! Yes, I have been working recently. Everyday. It was 12 hours per day at first, Christmas season now so 13 hours per day. 9.45AM to 10.30PM, tiring of course, even though I can access to the net. There's this one toy/light which is really addictive to see, here's a picture of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SyPSKoCJ_QI/AAAAAAAAB-o/zB9zMCBXDDU/s400/DSC01132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414402257016454402" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SyPSKoCJ_QI/AAAAAAAAB-o/zB9zMCBXDDU/s400/DSC01132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414402257016454402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a volcano, no kidding. Everyday, same routine. A zombie in the morning, emo time in the afternoon and hyper at night. And I really feel happy when there's people who come and visit us. My Mummy and Daddy also came, ♥♥♥.  As days pass, Venice and I are beginning to feel more restless. And one thing for sure, coffee can't keep me awake. I miss so many things when I'm working. Like having dinner with my Grandparents and Daddy, my friends, shopping, slacking, sleeping and... You. How I wish time could stop here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend of mine: Why do you make yourself think that you're so hated?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don't know... A feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-4251534367643436652?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4251534367643436652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-miss-you-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/4251534367643436652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/4251534367643436652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-miss-you-too.html' title='I... Miss you too.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SyPSKD3cUYI/AAAAAAAAB-g/jj935_xXKJY/s72-c/DSC07299.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-4687397271095618960</id><published>2009-11-28T22:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T23:42:54.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I worry too much about little things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SxE9QqqZHFI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/MHU0OrVNkes/s400/PB240398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409171983987973202" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SxE9QKDNJtI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/7umSOb4O_uY/s400/PB240330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409171975233677010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SxE9PhmzwMI/AAAAAAAAB-I/W0K40R9lOFg/s400/PB240399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409171964377153730" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SxE9PBy5WmI/AAAAAAAAB-A/QWxk4YkBnkM/s400/PB240407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409171955837917794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SxEw4PhcO9I/AAAAAAAAB94/rQYJjFU4rrQ/s400/PB240404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409158370246278098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SxEw33tY2YI/AAAAAAAAB9w/1WpsOOPMEWM/s400/16561_186601729241_648709241_2836277_4762394_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409158363853937026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SxEw3juwtII/AAAAAAAAB9o/XJlQruVeatk/s400/16461_217921223592_701333592_4037576_1602406_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409158358490985602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this is irritating. I'm writing this post for the second time, and it took me an hour to upload the pictures. I uploaded those which I think I look okay in, more in Facebook. I miss grad night, time seems to pass so fast. Next event will be Miss Chong's wedding, Bali, release of results, Christmas, chalet&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(?)&lt;/span&gt; and then New Year. I wish time will be able stop, I'm not looking forward for 2010, because things would surely change. I don't want to move on.. &lt;img src="http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn245/marie01_08/Smileys%20and%20Stuff/AnimatedSadSmiley.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Because I'll miss you too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;My mood died, will stop blogging for now. Ta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-4687397271095618960?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4687397271095618960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-worry-too-much-about-little-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/4687397271095618960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/4687397271095618960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-worry-too-much-about-little-things.html' title='I worry too much about little things.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SxE9QqqZHFI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/MHU0OrVNkes/s72-c/PB240398.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-513151645201931459</id><published>2009-11-23T16:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T17:00:37.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You and me could write a bad romance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SwpJ7QmunBI/AAAAAAAAB8A/QHHrJa9okaE/s400/DSC00991.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407215585030216722" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SwpJ7QmunBI/AAAAAAAAB8A/QHHrJa9okaE/s400/DSC00991.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407215585030216722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Jurong Point with Liqing and painted my nails yesterday. Had lunch with her too, curry rice! Tomorrow's prom! Excited much. Going to do my hair with Jacq first, then head over to Qinyi's house for make-up. Will be taking a cab there! I don't know if I'll be going anywhere after prom, I don't even know if I can. I hope I can. :( Anyway, I stayed overnight on Friday at my mummy's place. And we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(including Liqing) &lt;/span&gt;bake cupcakes on Saturday! We baked it thrice, and of course, the perfect one was on our last try. The first try didn't manage to rise, pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SwpJ7pRzR-I/AAAAAAAAB8I/SD85R6EbL4Y/s400/baking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407215591653328866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baking process!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SwpJ74IHEnI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/b5_8yBj9uf4/s400/before.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407215595639214706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before putting it into the oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SwpJ8KDKvPI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/vlZc-BGTpbU/s400/first.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407215600450321650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First try. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SwpJ8VvZe2I/AAAAAAAAB8g/H5pCC72Fh-0/s400/cupiecakes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407215603588627298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SwpLfpJ7-WI/AAAAAAAAB8o/sPMo82rQ4lE/s400/Cupcakes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407217309607262562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decorated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-513151645201931459?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/513151645201931459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-and-me-could-write-bad-romance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/513151645201931459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/513151645201931459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-and-me-could-write-bad-romance.html' title='You and me could write a bad romance.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SwpJ7QmunBI/AAAAAAAAB8A/QHHrJa9okaE/s72-c/DSC00991.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-3813725825583077213</id><published>2009-11-19T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T00:23:34.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like the way you're everything I've ever wanted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SwVqcVA-bnI/AAAAAAAAB74/9VkmRM6gA-w/s400/DSC00359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405843962638265970" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SwVqcVA-bnI/AAAAAAAAB74/9VkmRM6gA-w/s400/DSC00359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405843962638265970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk, I think my smile looks fake here, I just like my eyes. So &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sai-nee&lt;/span&gt;! Have not been updating my blog for a week &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(it's 12.01AM currently)&lt;/span&gt; so I pity you people who want to read my blog but you're coming here and always seeing the same old stuffs. Monday I went out with Venice, Firdaus and Taufiq to town. Tuesday I went out with Venice to Jurong Point. Wednesday, to bugis with Venice and Siewhwei. Thursday, FEP &amp;amp; bugis with Venice and Jacq. As you can see, I have been going out with Venice for 4 days! But as for today &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Friday), &lt;/span&gt;I'm going to stay overnight at my mummy's house and bake cupcakes the next day &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(!!)&lt;/span&gt;. But I have not tell you the exciting part about it yet! LIQING IS COMING OVER TO STAY TOO! YAYNESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can talk like fxck until late at night, take photos like fxck, gossip like fxck, how fun is that! But there will be only one laptop, boohoo. BUT STILL, YAY! Oh, she have not ask her parents. :( I hope she can! My enthusiasm has cooled down already, so I'll stop blogging. Haha, wth right. Taaaaaa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-3813725825583077213?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3813725825583077213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-like-way-youre-everything-ive-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/3813725825583077213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/3813725825583077213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-like-way-youre-everything-ive-ever.html' title='I like the way you&apos;re everything I&apos;ve ever wanted.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SwVqcVA-bnI/AAAAAAAAB74/9VkmRM6gA-w/s72-c/DSC00359.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-4344695628613521298</id><published>2009-11-13T22:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T00:30:11.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All the fun times we had, lets bring it back. Lets make new memories.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/Sv1qYu6RjhI/AAAAAAAAB7w/6NuCQHi6QNA/s400/DSC00722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403592101056318994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make a list of what I have done and what I have in plan! Ok, sound rubbish, but still, who cares!&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;s&gt;Prom dress&lt;/s&gt;, &lt;s&gt;shoes&lt;/s&gt;, &lt;s&gt;clutch&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;s&gt;FACIAL TOMORROW&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;s&gt;Find who to do my hair and make-up&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;4. Get my nails done!&lt;br /&gt;Kk, that's all I have in my head. Will update when I have more. My freaking shoes cost more than my dress! My shoes costs $66!! And it doesn't look that expensive! Have been going out nowadays, lacking of sleep. Nothing to post about already, byeeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-4344695628613521298?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4344695628613521298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-fun-times-we-had-lets-bring-it-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/4344695628613521298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/4344695628613521298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-fun-times-we-had-lets-bring-it-back.html' title='All the fun times we had, lets bring it back. Lets make new memories.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/Sv1qYu6RjhI/AAAAAAAAB7w/6NuCQHi6QNA/s72-c/DSC00722.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-6555201921294497421</id><published>2009-11-09T00:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T01:03:38.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to self:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get my prom dress by this week.&lt;br /&gt;2. Shoes and bag by the next, it'll be better if I get it sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. To get you out of my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be updating blogger so often, as I'm very lazy to blog about my everyday life. Unless I'm really bored. Past few nights haven't been a good one. Oh, yes. I created a Tumblr account, and I have to say that Tumblr rocks. Because it allows you to post many short posts a day, and it rocks. Sorry if I'm repeating, because it seriously rocks. But I'll still try to update this. Okay then, taaaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-6555201921294497421?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6555201921294497421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/11/note-to-self.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/6555201921294497421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/6555201921294497421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/11/note-to-self.html' title='Note to self:'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-6318242372260495414</id><published>2009-11-05T16:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T16:29:30.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think it's time for miracles.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SvKL81vJxeI/AAAAAAAAB7o/5H6QIq78aw0/s400/DSC00682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400532780503909858" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SvKL8fb52-I/AAAAAAAAB7g/divYJBAp8Q0/s400/DSC00639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400532774517595106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Have been going out or staying home for this holiday. Went to work once only, haha. Anyone with jobs to intro, please tell me! And I think I grew out of Blogger, totally have no blogging mood. Created a Tumblr account, because I can post many short posts a day. Wanted to blog a few days back, but I gave up. I think I'm going to stop blogging now, totally don't know what to blog about. Taaaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SvKL7zfJdNI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/jEx9V0fwsSE/s400/DSC00597.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400532762720040146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-6318242372260495414?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6318242372260495414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-think-its-time-for-miracles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/6318242372260495414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/6318242372260495414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-think-its-time-for-miracles.html' title='I think it&apos;s time for miracles.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SvKL81vJxeI/AAAAAAAAB7o/5H6QIq78aw0/s72-c/DSC00682.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-1383807728048403645</id><published>2009-10-28T23:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T01:02:54.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's hard to know which road to go down, knowing too much can get you hurt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/Suh0RoJvIfI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/ZpuT08nwTvg/s400/DSC00569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397691999588393458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Started blogging with a picture to scare you all, Halloween's around the corner! It'll be great it Singapore celebrates Halloween. Anyway, holidays have officially started for me! Exams are over! Math Paper 2 was tougher than Paper 1, I think I had 15minutes left to finish the last 2 questions. And lucky I'm able to finish it on time! But I left 2 blanks which consists of 5 marks. Sorry Daddy, can't get A1. And those who expected A1 from me as well. I never aim for A1 anyway, although I'm being pressurized by them. It's all over now, so I'll stop! But it's amazing how time passes by really quickly. And I don't like it. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I seriously have no idea what to blog about, just keeping it alive. Though I haven't been updating for more than a week, hah. Lost my blogging bug, and have yet to find it. Just know that, tomorrow will be a relaxing day at home for me. A break from studying and going out. Taaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-1383807728048403645?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/1383807728048403645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/10/makes-it-hard-to-know-which-road-to-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/1383807728048403645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/1383807728048403645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/10/makes-it-hard-to-know-which-road-to-go.html' title='It&apos;s hard to know which road to go down, knowing too much can get you hurt.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/Suh0RoJvIfI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/ZpuT08nwTvg/s72-c/DSC00569.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-1618408037592535733</id><published>2009-10-18T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T21:55:02.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't love in vain, 'cause love won't set you free.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/StsKkwa_A2I/AAAAAAAAB7I/fiuExU-e6yg/s400/DSC00389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393916605295952738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been going to town for 5 consecutive days. And I can't believe that tomorrow is 1 week after the end of N levels, it seems to be over so long ago. I think I really need to have a day on my own at home relaxing, and maybe some alone time in a library. My arms are still aching from work yesterday. Yes, I found a job. Waitressing at Mandarin hotel. It's freaking tough, I'm going to find another job. So this post is mainly for me to rant about work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Jacqueline to buy our things for work, met up with the rest halfway. Training starts at 3PM, had a tour around the hotel. We were running out of time, so we quickly grab our uniforms and went to change. The person gave us a boy's cutting, so we have to go back and change. Rushed through our dinner, and quickly report to our in-charge to see who are we following. Oh, and the toilet is creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone asked me, Yahting and Jacq to serve cocktails to people outside. It was easy, but my wrist started to hurt after some time. Then it was time for us to serve the first dish, it was fuckingly heavy. We are supposed to stand on the side of the table and wait for awhile then we can put the dish down, and I didn't know. So I just put the dish down as soon as I reached the table, the whole thing was shaking lah. The assistant manager tapped my shoulder and said something like I'm not supposed to put it down yet. Then I walked to my senior and I think he didn't wait as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to serve tea, and the metal teapot is fucking heavy too. So my hand was shaking when I was carrying it. I accidentally use the metal teapot to touch one of the person! And another time was when I spilled it on another person and on myself! Not much spillage though, but it was hot! Blahblah, and everything ended. Ending part is better, because you just have to carry the stuffs back and put them to the washing room. Everyone was really tired and everywhere was aching. We missed the bus and train, but we managed to get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think now they are splitting us to different time slots, that means we'll be working separately. I hate that, ok, I hate to be alone especially among so many strangers. You may think that I'm some coward person or whatsoever, but I really hate to be alone. I suck at directions and the toilet is creepy.  I think I'm going to quit this job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-1618408037592535733?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/1618408037592535733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont-love-in-vain-cause-love-wont-set.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/1618408037592535733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/1618408037592535733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont-love-in-vain-cause-love-wont-set.html' title='Don&apos;t love in vain, &apos;cause love won&apos;t set you free.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/StsKkwa_A2I/AAAAAAAAB7I/fiuExU-e6yg/s72-c/DSC00389.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-7418710771903692289</id><published>2009-10-12T16:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T17:50:46.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You came into my life and I thought, "Hey, you know this could be something."</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/StLpnYQJUcI/AAAAAAAAB6g/jMSvEQmVFg8/s400/DSC00073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391628566650245570" border="0" /&gt;It's finally the end of N levels! Have to start focusing on Math now, but I'm so going to enjoy myself as well! But everyone is finding jobs, so this holiday is going to be a really boring one for me. I don't feel like working, but I can't be rotting at home for the next 3 months right?! So no life. Most probably I'll be finding a job too &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(sighs)&lt;/span&gt;, introduce me if you know any. Or maybe I'll be staying at home, please ask me out! Boring holiday, so many plans, but yet, so little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, yesterday was Adam's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(cousin) &lt;/span&gt;baptism. Had dinner at Grandparent's place, my not-so-close cousins was there too. And Ashley is really cute! When you see her at first, it's like normal, but when you see longer, she's so cuteeeeeeeeeee! And pretty. I envy my cousins, because they are all so pretty. EXCEPT ME. BOOHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/StLyB_bSqvI/AAAAAAAAB7A/9-xEZ3LgujI/s400/DSC00287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391637819935599346" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/StLyBa4qydI/AAAAAAAAB64/UkXVX5an0Mk/s400/DSC00282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391637810126703058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st pict: Isabelle, Thai+Chinese blood, cute and pretty right! 2nd pict: Ashley! Indian+Chinese blood. SO ADORABLE RIGHT SHE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/StLyAmhx67I/AAAAAAAAB6w/JKO3rTzRk7Y/s400/DSC00280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391637796072057778" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/StLyAB-P1EI/AAAAAAAAB6o/mlrSaYkDKl4/s400/DSC00284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391637786259346498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1st pict: Ashley with her sister, Jordan. Jordan is only Primary4! Don't look like right! Both pretty lah, tsk. 2nd pict: ASHLEYYYYYYYYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So cute and pretty right! Why do I have such pretty cousins! Olivia, the angmoh looking one too lor! AH! So cute, can't stop looking at their pictures. Envy them, really! Here's a conversation I had.&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Why Jiejie's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Olivia, HAHA) &lt;/span&gt;family got the angmoh looks one!"&lt;br /&gt;R: "They got the angmoh-blood from your great great grandfather what."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Then how come Daddy don't have?!"&lt;br /&gt;R: "Maybe he cannot find his way lah..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(HAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me: "Walao! Stupid lah Daddy!"&lt;br /&gt;If only my Daddy found his way to the angmoh genes.. HAHAHAHA!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-7418710771903692289?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7418710771903692289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-came-into-my-life-and-i-thought-hey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/7418710771903692289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/7418710771903692289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-came-into-my-life-and-i-thought-hey.html' title='You came into my life and I thought, &quot;Hey, you know this could be something.&quot;'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/StLpnYQJUcI/AAAAAAAAB6g/jMSvEQmVFg8/s72-c/DSC00073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-1406644200053426466</id><published>2009-10-05T12:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T13:06:02.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't stand by the side and watch this life pass me by.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/Ssl0vJMu6PI/AAAAAAAAB54/3CiOqPtrz94/s400/DSC04638.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388966782397507826" border="0" /&gt;It's the start of N levels part 2! And one week from now, it'll be the end of N's! But that's not the end, have to wait for Math Paper. But I can enjoy for awhile in between! Science paper was okay today, I was smiling to myself throughout the whole of Chemistry paper. How dumb, haha! I saw one question which made me like this, because it's from TYS. And yes! I finished both my Physics and Chemistry TYS yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon paper &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Math)&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow, tuition later, rest now. Will be meeting my Meimei earlier to help her with her Math! After today's paper I felt so free and happy. No idea why too, because the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kanchiong &lt;/span&gt;paper is on Thursday! GEOGRAPHY!! I wish to go out and have fun for this holiday, but everyone is working! Why start work when you're young and can enjoy life?! If worse comes to worst, I think I'll be finding myself a job too. And I don't want that, &lt;img src="http://i154.photobucket.com/albums/s271/R2Garnets/Smiley-Crying.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Sorry, I'm very very lazy to reply tags.&lt;br /&gt;P/s/s: My allowance for this week is only $0.30 -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think it's never gonna come back. It's okay, I know what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-1406644200053426466?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/1406644200053426466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-cant-stand-by-side-and-watch-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/1406644200053426466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/1406644200053426466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-cant-stand-by-side-and-watch-this.html' title='I can&apos;t stand by the side and watch this life pass me by.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/Ssl0vJMu6PI/AAAAAAAAB54/3CiOqPtrz94/s72-c/DSC04638.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-4934970681492768175</id><published>2009-09-24T17:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T18:07:50.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't just want to admire you from afar or your back view.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 500px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SrtCgmzqMCI/AAAAAAAAB5o/duvK_RB5r0U/s400/Lo-vedrunk011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384970907392028706" border="0" /&gt;Ah, I'm re-typing this post. Was late for school today, because my alarm clock stopped, so it didn't ring. Meimei waited for me, although she could go to school on time. I'm touched, yet guilty. Since we were already late, we went for breakfast. Reached school at 9AM! Didn't feel like going to school as today's lesson are mostly free period. Went for Geography and Math remedial after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a mosquito hiding/staying under my computer's desk! It kept biting my leg, so irritating. I wish they could all die. Tomorrow's a Friday! And I don't like it. &lt;img src="http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn245/marie01_08/Smileys%20and%20Stuff/AnimatedSadSmiley.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt; And I think I'm not keeping up with my study timetable, no motivation at all. And there's something wrong with Mixpod! I can't change my blog song! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sooooooo&lt;/span&gt; irritating. EH! My blog song changed already. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much longer do I have to wait? Or do I even have to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-4934970681492768175?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4934970681492768175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-just-want-to-admire-you-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/4934970681492768175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/4934970681492768175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-just-want-to-admire-you-from.html' title='I don&apos;t just want to admire you from afar or your back view.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SrtCgmzqMCI/AAAAAAAAB5o/duvK_RB5r0U/s72-c/Lo-vedrunk011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-3552259319678251532</id><published>2009-09-18T14:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:27:32.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's like trying to turn around on a one way street.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SrMjTCONxMI/AAAAAAAAB5M/PYY2OnB7dOE/s400/%7BLovelove047.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SrMjU7Q2syI/AAAAAAAAB5U/RcuUn8JsVTk/s400/My_hopes_nd_dreams_.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Was feeling very awful last night, I hope I'll be fine today. But.. I think my mood was already affected by the heavy rain just now. Hopefully when I'm out with my Mummy I'll feel better. I think my contact lenses has expired, but still I wore them to school today. It was irritating my eye, and many people asked me to take it out. It was already a little reddish since yesterday. I knew that today is a Friday, but I kept thinking that it was a Thursday. Long weekend up ahead, hopefully I'll be able to do some revisions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-3552259319678251532?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3552259319678251532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-like-trying-to-turn-around-on-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/3552259319678251532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/3552259319678251532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-like-trying-to-turn-around-on-one.html' title='It&apos;s like trying to turn around on a one way street.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SrMjTCONxMI/AAAAAAAAB5M/PYY2OnB7dOE/s72-c/%7BLovelove047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-3124273481000574101</id><published>2009-09-15T18:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T19:11:05.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm avoiding the lines because they might just split.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/Sq9pI4wUCcI/AAAAAAAAB48/MZB8cUz0_VY/s1600-h/imm_2009_09_10_12_39_50_132.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/Sq9pI4wUCcI/AAAAAAAAB48/MZB8cUz0_VY/s400/imm_2009_09_10_12_39_50_132.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost everything died on me! My phone especially, the memory card was suddenly locked and I can't go in now. My pictures and songs are gone! Dumb. I'm so going to change my phone as soon as my Daddy comes back to Singapore. But I have no idea what phone to buy, any ideas? My Daddy recently bought me a Mp3 too, because I couldn't find my old Mp3 USB cable. And when my Daddy bought me a new one, later in the night I found my USB cable. -____- I dare not tell him lah. And I think I'm wearing expired contact lenses, I need to get new contacts as soon as my Daddy comes back too. I feel bad for him to spend so much money on me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. MdmTeh was absent today, woohoo! For almost the whole day in school, I was shouting and repeating that Kanye West sucks. He was so rude by interrupting Taylor Swift's speech, it was her first time taking the VMA award too! She cried backstage, don't worry Taylor! Many are on your side! Kanye apologised to her and said that she was very very talented. So sarcastic! Taylor Swift all the way! Anyway, back to the topic. Went Westmall with clique after school, it feels really great to have the clique together. ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: I want to make my pictures fugging big, but I can't. :( Help?&lt;br /&gt;P/s/s: I think the new Canadian teacher in our school is &lt;s&gt;hot&lt;/s&gt; &lt;i&gt;(oops) &lt;/i&gt;good looking! I'm not the only one who thinks that he's &lt;s&gt;hot&lt;/s&gt; &lt;i&gt;(argh) &lt;/i&gt;good looking, okay! But still, Martin Johnson rock big time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-3124273481000574101?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3124273481000574101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-avoiding-lines-because-they-might.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/3124273481000574101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/3124273481000574101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-avoiding-lines-because-they-might.html' title='I&apos;m avoiding the lines because they might just split.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/Sq9pI4wUCcI/AAAAAAAAB48/MZB8cUz0_VY/s72-c/imm_2009_09_10_12_39_50_132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-6359640566928353359</id><published>2009-09-12T21:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T21:55:00.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Martin Johnsonnnnnn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/Squbsl72_OI/AAAAAAAAB4k/ISzfGfDgh0E/s400/07.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SqubuUhQvzI/AAAAAAAAB4s/ZOW_rH2fAg8/s400/l_3542ed557ec52cd56c6063ae41c89476.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SO CUTE!!! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SqubghR-EQI/AAAAAAAAB4c/r6H-8a6bzEo/s400/n5136344181_495214_5358.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love Martin Johnson &lt;i&gt;(second)&lt;/i&gt; and Paul DiGiovanni &lt;i&gt;(last)&lt;/i&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HEHE. MARTIN JOHNSON IS DAMN HOT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-6359640566928353359?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6359640566928353359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/09/martin-johnsonnnnnn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/6359640566928353359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/6359640566928353359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/09/martin-johnsonnnnnn.html' title='Martin Johnsonnnnnn!'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/Squbsl72_OI/AAAAAAAAB4k/ISzfGfDgh0E/s72-c/07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-5355776658194570484</id><published>2009-09-11T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T12:59:03.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this too much to ask?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SqnXvpejaRI/AAAAAAAAB3s/1gtLSMEPdGw/s400/Y_square070%281%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping yesterday with Liqing and Jacqueline! Met up with Liqing first and went for a haircut. Jacqueline met up with us in town. Liqing and I got our stuffs, but it feels like not enough. I spent $51 on clothes! And I still wanted to buy a jeans material three-quarters! It's damn nice and cost $30! $81 on clothes?!?! I didn't have much cash with me, although I met up with my Mummy and took some money from her. :X I can't spend all what. That denim is really nice. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had LJS for dinner, and went to grandparent's house playground and slack with Liqing. Wonder what I'm going to do today. I was woken up by the construction upstairs, so I think I might be heading back to bed. So, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-5355776658194570484?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5355776658194570484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/09/is-this-too-much-to-ask.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/5355776658194570484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/5355776658194570484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/09/is-this-too-much-to-ask.html' title='Is this too much to ask?'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SqnXvpejaRI/AAAAAAAAB3s/1gtLSMEPdGw/s72-c/Y_square070%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-6446567948281960094</id><published>2009-09-08T17:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T17:02:25.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's fading right before my eyes. :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SqYYgQrfuFI/AAAAAAAAB3c/Gv5YtQ1pqJU/s400/Y_square033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Took a Facebook quiz recently, titled "What are you hiding from yourself?" And my answer was "Sadness" Description: "You don't like being sad so you hide it when you are from others and yourself. You enjoy being happy and up-beat, you don't like showing when you're unhappy. But at times the simplest thing can make you cry because you hold it in too long.." I didn't think it was true at first, but I was proven wrong. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kkk, I felt like blogging more of &lt;i&gt;it &lt;/i&gt;out. I guess I won't be, you people don't want to read all those boring stuffs. But I really feel like talking to someone, not just anybody, it doesn't feel right. Oh well, I have no idea what has gotten into me too. Anyway! Tomorrow will be the last paper of N levels part 1, which is English Paper 1 &amp;amp;2. I hope to finish it in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies today was difficult, and I think I'm going to fail. No use crying over spilled milk, I'll try to do better for my Geography then. I'm just afraid that I won't be able to promote to Sec5. Had Chinese listening today too, and we had to listen to classical music and fall asleep for 30minutes. -_- It's broadcast live through the radio. And our radio battery kept dying, but lucky we had the CD. But there's something wrong with the CD too. Oh well, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-6446567948281960094?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6446567948281960094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-fading-right-before-my-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/6446567948281960094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/6446567948281960094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-fading-right-before-my-eyes.html' title='It&apos;s fading right before my eyes. :('/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SqYYgQrfuFI/AAAAAAAAB3c/Gv5YtQ1pqJU/s72-c/Y_square033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-6757768858639011511</id><published>2009-09-07T14:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T14:40:38.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If only you knew what my heart must do for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SqSkQgXugxI/AAAAAAAAB3U/0DOYtg6xomQ/s400/Abcdefgwen049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Had my N level Chinese paper today! And how do you think it goes for me? As usual, but I did not leave any blanks behind! And lucky I am able to understand the questions asked in Paper1. Which reminds me of something, Liqing left her question papers with me! Collect it from me tomorrow, k. And tomorrow is Chinese listening and Social Studies! Oh goshhhhhh. Deterrence &amp;amp;Diplomacy is a total headache to me, and I don't think I am able to remember all 4 chapters. Last paper on Wednesday, which is English. I CAN'T WAIT FOR THAT DAY TO END! I really can't! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going for a haircut with Liqing, and and and! SHOPPING. YAY! I want to go shopping! I think I better stop talking about that, if not I won't have the mood to study. Anyway! I had a dream a few days back, about having pets and stuffs. It's a little dumb, I'm not going to say it, haha! And the next day, when I was already awake, I saw a kitten at my house downstairs. I wanted to keep it but.. it's troublesome. I bought cat food for it, but I think it's too hard for the kitty. :( And now I can't find that kitty already! :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems so coincidental lah. And I asked my Daddy, when a pet dies, how are we going to dispose it? Those pets like dogs and cats lah. Any ideassssssss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: I love my blog song. More than you. d:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-6757768858639011511?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6757768858639011511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-only-you-knew-what-my-heart-must-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/6757768858639011511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/6757768858639011511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-only-you-knew-what-my-heart-must-do.html' title='If only you knew what my heart must do for you.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SqSkQgXugxI/AAAAAAAAB3U/0DOYtg6xomQ/s72-c/Abcdefgwen049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-3502642043151746281</id><published>2009-09-02T15:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T15:54:16.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cockroaches scares me. :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/Sp4g3dkwR3I/AAAAAAAAB3M/_dx-Krug6y4/s400/Loveylove016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Browsed through my archives and found many overdue pictures! My Daddy still have not take out the hard disk from my old computer, so many pictures are lost. I have not been updating my blog, because I have no idea what to post about or didn't have the time. I don't have much readers anyway. Right now, I'm rushing through this post as my tuition is starting in 20minutes time. (I usually take a very long time to blog.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk, so this post will be about cockroaches. (Again) I've blogged about cockroaches before, saying how long I took to wash it down the sink. Yesterday when I was happily watching my show, suddenly there was this thing flying into the living room. Yes! A FLYING COCKROACH!!!! I climbed on my chair, screamed and closed all the room doors. It took me about an hour to kill it, I use the insecticide and flooded the cockroach, but it was still struggling so strongly! So I aimed it's head and it died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking to vacuum it away, but I was scared it got stuck inside the vacuum. So I used the dustpan and scooped up the cockroach and threw it out the window. And when I was in my toilet about to brush my teeth, I saw two nymphs! I screamed again, but only managed to kill one, I think. When I was getting ready to brush my teeth again, I turned around and saw something black. I can't see clearly, so I quickly wear my specs, and saw nothing there. I think cockroaches are trying to haunt me, I'm scared. Really. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish they could all die. I killed a huge flying cockroach yesterday, and that's supposed to make me braver. But no, I'm getting more scared of cockroach. I would never want to see another cockroach again. Okay, I don't think any of you will be reading till here. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-3502642043151746281?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3502642043151746281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/09/cockroaches-scares-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/3502642043151746281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/3502642043151746281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/09/cockroaches-scares-me.html' title='Cockroaches scares me. :('/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/Sp4g3dkwR3I/AAAAAAAAB3M/_dx-Krug6y4/s72-c/Loveylove016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-6684372210538166020</id><published>2009-08-26T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T16:27:03.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know what's holding me back..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SpTsOt59VAI/AAAAAAAAB2k/k3yyrir82RU/s400/DSC01190.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SpTsUU2rhjI/AAAAAAAAB2s/6idBYMB8hfM/s400/DSC06654.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SpTtEMe8NnI/AAAAAAAAB20/s0Bj1C8jkfE/s400/Lo-vedrunk004+%282%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SpTvi5-Qz2I/AAAAAAAAB3E/qiHASWqx3B4/s400/Lo-vedrunk003+%282%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was so far one of my most memorable Birthday ever. I think Meimei did most of the planning, love you! I even teared up when they were singing the birthday song. Many people saw me crying and I think I must have look so damn ugly. Thanks clique for the celebration(: Jacqueline and Yishan for the cake, Liqing for the card, Amanda and Venice for the roses and especially Meimei. And the rest for wishing/giving presents. Love you guys so much. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My left eye was hurting non-stop in school today. It felt like something was inside, kept tearing too. MissChong helped me to apply eye drop because I said I didn't know how to apply. Haha. Tuition coming soon, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-6684372210538166020?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6684372210538166020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-dont-know-whats-holding-me-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/6684372210538166020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/6684372210538166020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-dont-know-whats-holding-me-back.html' title='I don&apos;t know what&apos;s holding me back..'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SpTsOt59VAI/AAAAAAAAB2k/k3yyrir82RU/s72-c/DSC01190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-1327391247799468080</id><published>2009-08-22T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T23:31:57.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just can't escape this love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SpAGZRdys-I/AAAAAAAAB10/onFLTHVB_ec/s400/Image0186.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SpAHgiczAqI/AAAAAAAAB18/Zjd_UYyhW3k/s400/Image0190.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SpAImbGyX9I/AAAAAAAAB2E/QIuxX_TolD0/s400/Image0193.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SpAJV5YSWBI/AAAAAAAAB2M/zSzVr82SVP8/s400/Image0194.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SpAKVxrkDnI/AAAAAAAAB2U/xBxiOvOv3c4/s400/Image0196.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SpALRnJQJ2I/AAAAAAAAB2c/gzl5t_rS7sA/s400/Image0204.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mummy can make really funny faces! And sorry for that single photo of me, I think I look as if I'm going to sleep soon. Hey, what do you expect. I woke up early today! Went out with Mummy to Jurong Point (Again) and had lunch at the usual Japanese place (Again), HAHAHA. Walked around, bought slippers! Yay! Have been looking for that for quite sometime, and it scratched my leg! I wanted to buy a bag too, there were some nice ones. But they're not the size/colours/material I want. Yes, I'm fussy! So deal with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back home and took a short nap. Went to Pasir Panjang for some Italian restaurant, told ya! Two big feast! I want to go fasting with the Malays already! Woohoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-1327391247799468080?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/1327391247799468080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-just-cant-escape-this-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/1327391247799468080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/1327391247799468080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-just-cant-escape-this-love.html' title='I just can&apos;t escape this love.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SpAGZRdys-I/AAAAAAAAB10/onFLTHVB_ec/s72-c/Image0186.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-4633196713135373930</id><published>2009-08-21T21:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T21:52:55.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Daddy! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/So6fymsEC-I/AAAAAAAAB1U/hWu9mhvSusk/s400/21082009029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/So6gHVNic1I/AAAAAAAAB1c/uRZheCNZ-ao/s400/21082009030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/So6gKg8k7qI/AAAAAAAAB1k/zQhNLY2CXrI/s400/21082009031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/So6gNZWvgTI/AAAAAAAAB1s/2G9BGJ833wA/s400/21082009033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Daddy is a happy man today! My Grandparents cooked a big feast today, damn. Big feast for dinner and two big feast tomorrow! I'm so going to put on weight. I have to go running with Liqing already, OKAY ANOT LIQING?! Back to the topic! I was at my Grandparent's place and didn't know how to surprise my Daddy with the cake. Brought him outside to watch news, HAHA. Then I went into the kitchen and taking my time to light the candles and stuffs, then I heard people trying to stop him. He's coming into the kitchen! And he saw me preparing the cake on the table, he was shocked! He said he needed to pee. -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how happy he is in the picture?! I feel happy too! Tomorrow having two big feast, oh man. I think I'll fast with the Malays too! HAHA. And only drink water. Liqing told me that Eunice will be doing that, I think I'll be doing the same too! Oh, went Jurong Point today, and I feel that we're being cheapskates. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372408471775234354" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-weJZsRAduA/So6hCnR2STI/AAAAAAAAAt0/K1VcLsIfFs0/s320/MsgPlus_Img6088.png" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 310px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I drew to Zhihao, HAHAHA. I anyhow draw, so it's ugly, but funny! I don't want to be fat, I don't want to be fat, I don't want to be fat. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-4633196713135373930?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4633196713135373930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-daddy-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/4633196713135373930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/4633196713135373930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-daddy-d.html' title='Happy Birthday Daddy! :D'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/So6fymsEC-I/AAAAAAAAB1U/hWu9mhvSusk/s72-c/21082009029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-2542758468912820382</id><published>2009-08-20T15:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T15:10:01.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't keep on loving you from a distance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SozsyJuq8VI/AAAAAAAAB08/FC87WU-rVdQ/s320/Lo-vedrunk012.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SozuDRRJX6I/AAAAAAAAB1E/F3r2qyN1G2U/s320/Lo-vedrunk003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo! Prelims is like finally over! My papers were okay but I'm sure that I'm going to fail for my Chinese and POA! Hopefully I'll pass the rest, knowing that I've make quite a lot of mistakes for Chemistry.. &lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i603.photobucket.com/albums/tt115/lalastarrr/emoticon/thscared.gif" /&gt; Oh well! I'm starting not to like Chemistry. And I'm sure that I'll score a 5 for my Chinese again! Or even below that. Not &lt;i&gt;grade&lt;/i&gt; 5, but 5 &lt;u&gt;marks&lt;/u&gt;. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After today's paper, went to the block opposite school and slack. Saw Shermaine, she came and sat with us. Her earpiece is freaking awesome please! I was like "&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i603.photobucket.com/albums/tt115/lalastarrr/emoticon/z133.gif" /&gt;" when I tried it on with music playing (duh). Meimei was as fascinated as me! Jacqueline was laughing at our stupidity secretly lor. But it's like soundproof, &lt;s&gt;fuck&lt;/s&gt; cool! Normal lesson resumes tomorrow, will be getting papers back! I want to know how I scored, but yet, I don't want to know. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to control what I eat for today and tomorrow. Because on Saturday, my Mummy is taking me out for lunch. And Daddy's taking me out for dinner. Heavy lunch and heavy dinner! Daddy's Birthday tomorrow! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-2542758468912820382?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2542758468912820382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-cant-keep-on-loving-you-from-distance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/2542758468912820382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/2542758468912820382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-cant-keep-on-loving-you-from-distance.html' title='I can&apos;t keep on loving you from a distance.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SozsyJuq8VI/AAAAAAAAB08/FC87WU-rVdQ/s72-c/Lo-vedrunk012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-7944828158035607405</id><published>2009-08-14T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T16:13:10.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hear the sound of a love so loud.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SoUZvz1fugI/AAAAAAAAB0s/bQBKJOTaCDE/s400/imm_2009_08_08_13_59_38_5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SoUZxS1a4wI/AAAAAAAAB00/u9F0GRcJNyI/s400/imm_2009_08_08_13_59_53_637.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Happy Birthday to my cute cute Grandmother! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's her Birthday today! Tomorrow it'll be one of my cousin's Birthday, and the day after is Jacqueline's. So many August babies! I like August, it makes me feel happy. I don't know why too. d:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had English and Math paper today! Lucky I have enough time to finish my English paper, I think Math paper was kinda easy. Two Math down, two to go! One more week and Prelims will be over! Monday's paper is another turn off. Geography and Math! Ah, Geography. Going to take a nap now, bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-7944828158035607405?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7944828158035607405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/08/hear-sound-of-love-so-loud.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/7944828158035607405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/7944828158035607405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/08/hear-sound-of-love-so-loud.html' title='Hear the sound of a love so loud.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SoUZvz1fugI/AAAAAAAAB0s/bQBKJOTaCDE/s72-c/imm_2009_08_08_13_59_38_5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-5542542288251702986</id><published>2009-08-12T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:52:24.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd give you better than I could ever give myself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SoKp5EXwGSI/AAAAAAAAB0c/avn5wVmWkbg/s320/11072009%28003%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I like how my face give those kind of shocked expressions. HAHAHA! Anyway, Math paper 2 was.. O-kay. I think it's easier as compared to Mid-Year. Hopefully I'm able to pass! Guess what's my paper tomorrow. Chinese Paper 1 and Social Studies! My suckiest subjects in one day. Oh-how-fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've studied finish my social studies, but my notes is like only two pages on one paper! Seems so little. Chinese? Liqing sent me the format through MSN and I have no idea what it's saying.I just hope I'll do better than Mid-Year. For Mid-Year, I just wrote the format and submitted it. And I've 4 marks! Because I have no idea what the question is asking. Man, I hope I'll understand it tomorrow. If not I'm going to sleep through the whole paper!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-5542542288251702986?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5542542288251702986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/08/id-give-you-better-than-i-could-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/5542542288251702986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/5542542288251702986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/08/id-give-you-better-than-i-could-ever.html' title='I&apos;d give you better than I could ever give myself.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SoKp5EXwGSI/AAAAAAAAB0c/avn5wVmWkbg/s72-c/11072009%28003%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-4764075368390745814</id><published>2009-08-11T18:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T18:51:32.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ew, what's wrong with the layouts? Anyway..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;IT'S MY MATH PAPER 2 TOMORROW! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Screams and run around in circles* Ahhhhhhh, and what am I still doing online? I have totally no idea. Sighs* ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-4764075368390745814?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4764075368390745814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/08/ew-whats-wrong-with-layouts-anyway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/4764075368390745814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/4764075368390745814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/08/ew-whats-wrong-with-layouts-anyway.html' title='AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-6475157904090455213</id><published>2009-08-07T14:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T10:55:18.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday lah, nub!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SnvE6W-dmzI/AAAAAAAAB0U/LX8NFtM6qZw/s400/DSC02536.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;National Day celebration at West Coast Park today! It was really fun but tiring too. Had picnic! Many food like meatballs, shepherd's pie, jelly, fried rice, etc! Didn't take much photo today. I look damn disgusting when I came back from flying kite. I looked like as if I just came out from the pool. Flying kite is fun! Although my kite kept dropping. Wanted to take more pictures after that, but I looked really disgusting. Oh well! After that, Jacqueline and Liqing went to my house downstairs for some slacking session. Gossiped and slept for awhile, HAHA! Liqing and I really did fell asleep. Will be having tuition later on, tiring. Oh, and one more thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SnvEel0CdJI/AAAAAAAAB0M/Kh1cMMoDcc0/s400/Abcdefgwen043+%282%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to wish this extra behind me a Happy 16th Birthday. I look cool in this, but he just have to be an extra, the one who likes to be captured in everybody's camera. So yeah, Happy Birthday ok! I like to poke his stomach too, HAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-6475157904090455213?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6475157904090455213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-lah-nub.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/6475157904090455213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/6475157904090455213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-lah-nub.html' title='Happy Birthday lah, nub!'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SnvE6W-dmzI/AAAAAAAAB0U/LX8NFtM6qZw/s72-c/DSC02536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-4542793815948616213</id><published>2009-08-05T15:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T15:47:54.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lose ourself in this charading.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SnkzD0MfZsI/AAAAAAAAB0E/reld_CYOyRo/s400/Abcdefgwen018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've been going home straight after school since Monday, and that sucks. I was sick over the weekend, was supposed to be on MC and only allowed to come back to school on Wednesday (Which is today). The advantage of being sick is that you won't have appetite to eat, therefore you'll lose weight. I lost 2kg, but I think I've gain them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was caught for talking by so many teachers this week, Liqing says I'm a chatterbox, and she gave me a Little Miss Chatterbox keychain. A chatterbox calling another chatterbox a chatterbox! But she's much chattier than me. The whole of Sec4 and 5 will be going to West coast on Friday, picnic! It's the first time seeing the class so united. MissChong will be buying chocolate cake and cheesecake for July and August babies! Exciting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-4542793815948616213?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4542793815948616213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/08/ive-been-going-home-straight-after.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/4542793815948616213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/4542793815948616213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/08/ive-been-going-home-straight-after.html' title='Lose ourself in this charading.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SnkzD0MfZsI/AAAAAAAAB0E/reld_CYOyRo/s72-c/Abcdefgwen018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-977870641970654173</id><published>2009-07-31T17:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T20:12:30.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're like a melody in my head that I can't keep out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SnK5e4YGKpI/AAAAAAAABzc/1qZ1YMoQ54s/s320/26072009014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SnK5gXmcD_I/AAAAAAAABzk/VEJbJP6auY8/s320/26072009013.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SnK5ieYjTbI/AAAAAAAABz0/K2-yUd4ZjOo/s320/26072009012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SnK5hJFYffI/AAAAAAAABzs/WMZp_Iozxyc/s320/26072009018.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SnK6BkkB9VI/AAAAAAAABz8/5WD3uklSBEs/s320/11072009008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have adorable cousins! My Chinese oral is over a few days back, and I'm confident that I'm failing it badly. MissChong and MissZhang didn't come to school today, 4 free periods, and same relief teacher. The relief teacher is like so unreasonable! Venice dropped her phone, the teacher say she purposely took it out. And her voice is so irritating, she shouted "Whole class stand up!" when a table dropped! But nobody bothered to stand. After a while, she shouted "Quiet!" everybody did pause for a while and laughed out loud. Because her voice is so.. Yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for night study yesterday, I like! Liqing said that she was very distracted when I'm there. This means that I can really entertain people! HAHA. Okay, well, and noisy too): Not going for night study today, English teachers there. I want to attend on Monday, but I'm having tuition that day): Hopefully I'm able to postpone it. Byeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-977870641970654173?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/977870641970654173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/07/youre-like-melody-in-my-head-that-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/977870641970654173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/977870641970654173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/07/youre-like-melody-in-my-head-that-i.html' title='You&apos;re like a melody in my head that I can&apos;t keep out.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SnK5e4YGKpI/AAAAAAAABzc/1qZ1YMoQ54s/s72-c/26072009014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-6821588634174328844</id><published>2009-07-28T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T17:15:50.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got me picturing your face again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/Sm65v5UkyQI/AAAAAAAABzU/YuNBFtbE2OY/s320/Abcdefgwen035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having my Chinese N level oral tomorrow, I don't feel like going though. I bet I won't understand what they ask in the conversation, and 90% of it will be in English. ): If only I can drop it. Anyway! Had 4period of Math today. And guess what! MdmTeh scolded me for not attending last week's supplementary, "shouted" at me somemore! When lessons were about to end, she said "Gwenda, you better come on Thursday, if not I'm calling your parents." I'm so &lt;i&gt;specially invited&lt;/i&gt;. Gah. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not going for night study again, going out with Mummy. Heard that it sucks? I'm not going tomorrow too, I think. Because I'm having tuition which ends at 6.30! And I have to be in school by 7, so yeah. Maybe not going. Oh, there's a disadvantage using the new blogger, it upload pictures very slowly! And I can't adjust the size! Oh well, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-6821588634174328844?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6821588634174328844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/07/got-me-picturing-your-face-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/6821588634174328844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/6821588634174328844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/07/got-me-picturing-your-face-again.html' title='Got me picturing your face again.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/Sm65v5UkyQI/AAAAAAAABzU/YuNBFtbE2OY/s72-c/Abcdefgwen035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-8408893680357382005</id><published>2009-07-27T16:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T16:57:58.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You make me want to lose control.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd273/bleedingLOVE_/Abcdefgwen003.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! I've changed my URL, again. You're thinking it's because of &lt;i&gt;that &lt;/i&gt;incident right? Wrong! It's because my Daddy knows my previous URL, and I don't want him to read, no privacy! My Mummy is exceptional, she is different from many other Mummies and Daddies! I bet she's smiling to herself right now, huh! I can't use the template layout thing, it doesn't allow me to save my HTML codes): So I'm using the blogskin which people make and stuff, it's nice. But not so nice to fit in my blog yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, guess what! I had Sushi Tei for dinner yesterday. Much more choices as compared to Sakae Sushi, much better. And they have salt ice cream! SALT! But it taste like milky and have a little bit of saltiness, but still, I think it's damn cool. Bought bread from some bakery shop in Holland Village, the shop has many selections to choose from as well! Like milk, cinnamon and there's some Brazilian cheese thingy. Damn cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so.. School today was fine, not going for night study later on, having tuition. Kay, this post is so jumpy, but who cares! Byeeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-8408893680357382005?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8408893680357382005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-make-me-want-to-lose-control.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/8408893680357382005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/8408893680357382005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-make-me-want-to-lose-control.html' title='You make me want to lose control.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-1854584222804779664</id><published>2009-07-20T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:27:48.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yours eyes staring back at me, my heart starts to skip a beat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SmQzkyJzE-I/AAAAAAAABzI/WlhPSjPwFSQ/s320/Abcdefgwen026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyo! I'm using the new blogger website to blog, because there's something wrong with the old one. For those who are interested, click &lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;! And, my Daddy bought a new computer! Yay! Actually, he wanted to buy a laptop for me, but I don't know why he suddenly buy a desktop. Anyway, who cares right? As long as I can go online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Racial Harmony Day! I was feeling very excited in class today, and kept talking about it. And I think all my talking influenced some people like Kahhao and Brandon. HAHA! Oh, speaking of Brandon, it's his birthday today! &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Happy Birthday LiuLiu!&lt;/span&gt; Kay, back to the topic. It will be my first time wearing tomorrow! Sounds very noob, last year in school. So must have at least once. Oh, and yeah! Take picture with me, kay! If I don't really know you also can lah, HAHAHA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have the PISA thing tomorrow, it's some survey/test for randomly selected people. And I'm the unlucky one, I have to spend 2 hours after school doing some survey/test?! I hope I'll "runaway" successfully, not running away exactly. But stuck in Math class, yes, MdmTeh. But hey! I'd rather have 4periods of Math with MdmTeh than doing some test/survey after school. Man, this sucks):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's even suckier is that I'm having tuition later on, and my head is beginning to hurt! Oh well. I really need to study, Prelims are not far away. &lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l176/CumMie_Zone/piggy-emoticon-005.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-1854584222804779664?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/1854584222804779664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/07/yours-eyes-staring-back-at-me-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/1854584222804779664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/1854584222804779664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/07/yours-eyes-staring-back-at-me-my-heart.html' title='Yours eyes staring back at me, my heart starts to skip a beat.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SmQzkyJzE-I/AAAAAAAABzI/WlhPSjPwFSQ/s72-c/Abcdefgwen026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-3787116213880350985</id><published>2009-07-17T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:27:48.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>o:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:300%;"&gt;Happy Birthday to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SmAgVbGubxI/AAAAAAAABzA/70vrK7_WOrg/s320/Spongebob3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359319108996198162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:400%;"&gt;Spongebob!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hahaha, totally unexpected? It's his Birthday today! And I'm going to give him a big slobbery kiss for his present. Heh heh! &lt;img src="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z296/red_fire_kaskus/Emoticon/emoticon-005.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-3787116213880350985?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3787116213880350985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/07/o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/3787116213880350985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/3787116213880350985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/07/o.html' title='o:'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SmAgVbGubxI/AAAAAAAABzA/70vrK7_WOrg/s72-c/Spongebob3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-7320913728373915188</id><published>2009-07-15T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:27:48.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Cause I'm falling for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/Sl2P5Y21LcI/AAAAAAAAByw/nlRvA7owuSI/s320/DSC07625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358597347728502210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;MdmTeh is teaching us Math again! T^T Had 4 periods of Math yesterday, and guess what. I almost died in her lesson, so boring! Oh, and this morning was raining heavily, was drenched! And the weather was very cold. Having tuition later on, and my head hurts a little): Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-7320913728373915188?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7320913728373915188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-falling-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/7320913728373915188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/7320913728373915188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-falling-for-you.html' title='&amp;#39;Cause I&amp;#39;m falling for you.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/Sl2P5Y21LcI/AAAAAAAAByw/nlRvA7owuSI/s72-c/DSC07625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-6432423613978112014</id><published>2009-07-10T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:27:48.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving you is terrifying.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SlbiXHlsJVI/AAAAAAAAByo/wCsF4b585Wk/s320/Y.square243.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356717693605782866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Like finally I'm updating my blog. I'm sure most of you readers know about the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bitch &lt;/span&gt;incident. I'm not sad about it, so don't ask me to cheer up about that, okay! Back from school a few minutes ago, feeling quite down though. It may be my thoughts, or it's really true. Everyone has the same thinking as me too. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with my Mummy yesterday, talked about funny things as usual. My Mummy said that she thought I was a boy when I was in her tummy, and she wanted my name to be Joel. So somehow, Joel is my so-called second name, haha. She burst out laughing as usual. Took a train home, and you know what? I was being followed by two teenage guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking pass a handphone shop, and I saw a guy looking at me. I looked back and saw all three of them looking at me. I ignored them and continued walking, suddenly I heard someone calling "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chiobu&lt;/span&gt;!" and they say the girl wearing blah blah blah. I started to panic a little, wanted to call Liqing, but I heard no more sounds behind. Then I heard people running towards me, I quickly dialled Liqing's number. Plus, that day was the day when she told me she got stalked. Super scary, but I got home safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed our sitting arrangement, don't really like it. Moved quite behind, can't see clearly even with contacts. And kind of far from Ruhaidah and Brandon, can't hear Brandon's craps that much anymore. Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SlbiQOKPPfI/AAAAAAAAByg/UYHMHwETHL8/s320/Abcdefgwen002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356717575110606322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;This is the picture I want to post the other time. My drawing is so much cuter as compared to Brandon's right? Hah, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-6432423613978112014?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6432423613978112014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/07/loving-you-is-terrifying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/6432423613978112014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/6432423613978112014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/07/loving-you-is-terrifying.html' title='Loving you is terrifying.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SlbiXHlsJVI/AAAAAAAAByo/wCsF4b585Wk/s72-c/Y.square243.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-3922435727244820739</id><published>2009-07-03T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:27:48.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Try putting yourself in my shoes.</title><content type='html'>I think there's something wrong with uploading photos, oh well. Wanted to upload some drawings/writings of Brandon's, HAHA! He was going crazy about HappyFarm during POA today. So anyway, that's not my main purpose of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being called a fucking gross bitch just because I happened to have something same as someone. Some people might think that I'm copying, but why should I? I'm not jealous with someone I don't know, why should I be. And so, that's how the fucking gross bitch name came along. Coolz huh, I'm a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fucking gross bitch&lt;/span&gt; just because I "copy". Try putting yourself in my shoes, what would you do if suddenly someone from our school whom you don't know calls you a fucking gross bitch because you have the same things as her, and starts to tell everyone? Unreasonable or what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-3922435727244820739?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3922435727244820739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/07/try-putting-yourself-in-my-shoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/3922435727244820739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/3922435727244820739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/07/try-putting-yourself-in-my-shoes.html' title='Try putting yourself in my shoes.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-6195160741300889388</id><published>2009-07-01T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:27:48.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thing is, I don't even know you.</title><content type='html'>Kay, everyone hates copycats. Especially if they are your friends, right? But the thing is, I don't know you. Is there anything wrong with my URL? It's totally different now, so why is it bothering you? At most I could just switch back to my old one. And hey, I had been wanting to get that bag for quite a long time already. Just that it was sold out and have to wait till it arrive. What's wrong with having the same bag? Are you irritated with people who bought that bag too? I didn't notice that you were carrying that bag, I only realised it today. My fault buying the same bag as you? And what's with that gross bitch thingy? Having the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;same &lt;/span&gt;things as you is gross? Or have you seen me picking my nose and pinching my friends' cheeks after that? And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;please&lt;/span&gt;, mind what you say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-6195160741300889388?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6195160741300889388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/07/thing-is-i-don-even-know-you.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/6195160741300889388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/6195160741300889388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/07/thing-is-i-don-even-know-you.html' title='Thing is, I don&amp;#39;t even know you.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-6536010760486024699</id><published>2009-06-28T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:27:48.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I died a million times everytime when you look me in the eye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/Skc-_ukc3SI/AAAAAAAAByA/jhwH-GL9snM/s320/DSC05772.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352315946706722082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is reopening tomorrow! Happy or sad? Well, the sad things are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt; I have not complete my homeworks, and I'm not planning to do. Lazy! Although I really think I should, but I'm very very lazy. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt; We have to wake up early, which means we stay awake for longer period of time. Which means! We have to eat more and by eating more, we'll put on more weight! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt; MissChong catching either my fringe, skirt or shoes! Ah, damn it. But the good thing? We can see our friends and stuffs, and not cooping at home with the eyes glued to the TV or monitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? This is a crap post, okay. You should be happy that I'm updating more often. Homeworks are driving me crazy, I've left with the essay writing, some Chemistry, comprehension! OHMYGOODNESS. And I totally forgot that I have 6 papers on POA and have not even touched it yet! It's so killing me. Help):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-6536010760486024699?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6536010760486024699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-died-million-times-everytime-when-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/6536010760486024699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/6536010760486024699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-died-million-times-everytime-when-you.html' title='I died a million times everytime when you look me in the eye.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/Skc-_ukc3SI/AAAAAAAAByA/jhwH-GL9snM/s72-c/DSC05772.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-3834382243050980324</id><published>2009-06-25T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:27:48.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm your biggest fan, I'll follow you until you love me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SkORvAE8cuI/AAAAAAAABx4/7rwgbu-q2xM/s320/Y.square232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351281018906899170" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SkORujJDJ7I/AAAAAAAABxw/oeOZDIIVjyY/s320/Y.square227.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351281011139487666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SkORueUFYUI/AAAAAAAABxo/sb6zqzfcTjA/s320/DSC05950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351281009843593538" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SkORuIKY88I/AAAAAAAABxg/SbZz3-K-NIE/s320/DSC05920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351281003897353154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey peepos! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt; I went to town with Dearest! And no, we did not lose our way. We went to CineLeisure first, PastaMania for lunch. And we went to that 90cent earring shop, HAHAHA. After that we headed to The Heeren, and bought our headbands! Saw a pretty cool wallet that we both like, but scared not enough money. Took a train to City Hall and went to Peninsula, Dearest bought her school bag! SEE, WE EVEN KNOW HOW TO GO TO PENINSULA LEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to the Esplanade (We know how go there leh), slacked there for awhile. Walked to ClarkeQuay after that, we also know how to walk there leh! Very proud for a person who suck at directions, k. Watched some performance at Central, and proceeded to Westmall for dinner. Coughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;, Vivo with Mummy! Bought quite a few things, woohoo. Dinner was very heavy! We ate at a place called "Carnivore". As you can tell from the name, most of the food are meats. The way they serve is damn cool. It's a buffet, but they serve the meat using a metal stick like thingy. Like the kebab? They take the stick and cut the meat, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PLOP! &lt;/span&gt;onto our plates. COOL RIGHT. If you have no idea what I'm talking, it's okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out with "Old" clique tomorrow! Somehow, I'm excited for school to reopen. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sighs* &lt;/span&gt;Missing someone feels so.. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: I saw Liqing at Vivo, I got very excited and ran towards them. She gave me a shocked look, and gave me a BIG hug! Happy? HAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-3834382243050980324?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3834382243050980324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-your-biggest-fan-i-follow-you-until.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/3834382243050980324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/3834382243050980324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-your-biggest-fan-i-follow-you-until.html' title='I&amp;#39;m your biggest fan, I&amp;#39;ll follow you until you love me.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SkORvAE8cuI/AAAAAAAABx4/7rwgbu-q2xM/s72-c/Y.square232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-491461995306699986</id><published>2009-06-23T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:27:48.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Given the remaining days..</title><content type='html'>It &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;may&lt;/span&gt;  be possible..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SkCVNEYcRoI/AAAAAAAABxI/LKEJAIuoppE/s320/Y.square085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350440409063245442" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SkCVM_CiZ0I/AAAAAAAABxA/0LK4epn7MLc/s320/My+hopes+nd+dreams..JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350440407629195074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey shitheads. I'm updating my blog! I know it's dead, so yeah. I realised I only update it when I'm feeling very bored or down. Anyway, the picture &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Of me lah, duh.) &lt;/span&gt;above was taken when I was in Sec2 if I'm not wrong. I think it's nice, if you don't like it keep your comments to yourself, k. I've finally bought my school bag, but I don't know if it can take the weight of my things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SkCVNghLHMI/AAAAAAAABxY/2-E97_2EgaU/s320/DSC00761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350440416616062146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;That's the name of the shop where I bought my bag from. Want a sneak peek of my bag?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SkCVNXCkjZI/AAAAAAAABxQ/Fu7Evx7czjA/s320/Y.square082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350440414071786898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tadah!&lt;/span&gt; Square square one leh, cutez right? I've been stuck at home for two days now, can't wait to go out. Town tomorrow with Dearest, like finally! Excited. Two persons who suck at directions is heading to town tomorrow! How cool is that? Especially if we get lost, which we will be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trying&lt;/span&gt;. Heh. On Thursday I'll be meeting my Mummy! I'm meeting her at Outram, hopefully I'll be there and not somewhere else! And on Friday, outing with Zhihao! It's been long since we went out with them. Excited for tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-491461995306699986?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/491461995306699986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/06/given-remaining-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/491461995306699986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/491461995306699986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/06/given-remaining-days.html' title='Given the remaining days..'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SkCVNEYcRoI/AAAAAAAABxI/LKEJAIuoppE/s72-c/Y.square085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-4213968775057879903</id><published>2009-06-21T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:27:48.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I told you so.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/Sj3KnEl_6HI/AAAAAAAABw4/93swR-I4rHg/s320/P3210183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349654704982845554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Daddy's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A typical Sunday, nothing much I can say. I'm trying to revive my blog, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;18 June, Friday.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/Sj3KmxY6rRI/AAAAAAAABww/7-9W2jBLCqA/s320/DSC00768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349654699827703058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 260px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/Sj3Ju5Hg75I/AAAAAAAABwI/ocrsYxwPVEY/s320/Y.square118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349653739829522322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 260px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/Sj3JuiDICZI/AAAAAAAABwA/_p-6xnM2S4c/s320/Y.square150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349653733637097874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 260px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/Sj3KmjuyJOI/AAAAAAAABwo/L4-evLJDPzs/s320/DSC00770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349654696161322210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/Sj3KmYcgk2I/AAAAAAAABwg/AffhJNXsRYw/s320/DSC00815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349654693131883362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/Sj3JvX50eAI/AAAAAAAABwY/zyfVJhb0M8c/s320/Y.square113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349653748093581314" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/Sj3JvPXP0KI/AAAAAAAABwQ/s84zVTX_lhM/s320/Y.square112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349653745801089186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Sentosa. I have a freaking Y shape sunburn on my back. We had picnic, leftovers for dinner at VivoCity skypark. I think a freaking bug bite me there, awfully sharp pain. And now there's a lump, both itchy and pain. Kay, I seriously don't know what to write right now. My blogging bug ran away and I can't seem to find it. Lost, gone, far away. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damn&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-4213968775057879903?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4213968775057879903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-told-you-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/4213968775057879903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/4213968775057879903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-told-you-so.html' title='I told you so.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/Sj3KnEl_6HI/AAAAAAAABw4/93swR-I4rHg/s72-c/P3210183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-7830481843374777897</id><published>2009-06-15T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:27:48.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm takin' back my love, I've given you too much.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SjXbYHJca_I/AAAAAAAABv4/e22MiGRUcws/s320/P1260172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347421339854334962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year's photo. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SjXbXhwTbGI/AAAAAAAABvw/KnbBavXqLq8/s320/P3210180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347421329816775778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken at Malacca.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted this post to be a picture post, but the picture is taking a very long time to upload. Therefore, I'll be writing instead. I think I've really lost my blogging bug. I'll blog for the sake of blogging then. Supposed to go to the gym today, but Liqing can't make it. She says this week is 'Healthy' week, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came over yesterday, she wanted to see me 'cause she miss me(: Talking about this, I have not seen my Dearest for quite a long time. She's always busy, busy dating. HAHA! Joking about the dating part. Can you please ask me out soon, my Dearest? I've nothing else to say, told you I've lost my blogging bug. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-7830481843374777897?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7830481843374777897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-takin-back-my-love-i-given-you-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/7830481843374777897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/7830481843374777897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-takin-back-my-love-i-given-you-too.html' title='I&amp;#39;m takin&amp;#39; back my love, I&amp;#39;ve given you too much.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SjXbYHJca_I/AAAAAAAABv4/e22MiGRUcws/s72-c/P1260172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-5715836531719136194</id><published>2009-06-10T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:27:48.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if the chances are already gone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/Si_C9XOvDXI/AAAAAAAABvo/x2iELNhaSzQ/s320/DSC00641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345705642175696242" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/Si_C9G6krbI/AAAAAAAABvg/abRH_4LvM0k/s320/DSC00612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345705637796162994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/Si_C8wZLpcI/AAAAAAAABvY/1IwZnuMsL6Y/s320/DSC05205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345705631750530498" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/Si_C8gSmZPI/AAAAAAAABvQ/14t35tFU3Zg/s320/DSC05102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345705627427955954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally updating, no mood though. I'm getting tired of blogging. Anyway, went to Jurong Library with clique on Monday. Took a total of 85 photos with Dearest, shocking? Didn't do any homeworks in the end, didn't felt like it too. Went to the same place again today, at least I did a little. I don't know if I should go tomorrow. Ah, damn it. I hate the holidays. There's so many 'What if(s)'. What if this, what if that. I hate night too, it's a time where many people become &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;down&lt;/span&gt;. Sighs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-5715836531719136194?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5715836531719136194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-if-chances-are-already-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/5715836531719136194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/5715836531719136194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-if-chances-are-already-gone.html' title='What if the chances are already gone?'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/Si_C9XOvDXI/AAAAAAAABvo/x2iELNhaSzQ/s72-c/DSC00641.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-6920387695481974529</id><published>2009-06-07T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:27:48.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please, don't leave me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SivQKBpz9RI/AAAAAAAABvI/aIQgyzXo2Xc/s320/DSC00563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344594253466301714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey &lt;s&gt;shitheads&lt;/s&gt;. I've totally lost my blogging &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt;, I'm blogging right now 'cause I'm super bored. It's a Sunday, a sad one. Many people is feeling sad today, how sad. I'm sad too, are you? Have been feeling down nowadays. Damn it, I have no idea why I'm blogging. I better not write so much here, bye. A shitty post, sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-6920387695481974529?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6920387695481974529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/06/please-don-leave-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/6920387695481974529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/6920387695481974529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/06/please-don-leave-me.html' title='Please, don&amp;#39;t leave me...'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SivQKBpz9RI/AAAAAAAABvI/aIQgyzXo2Xc/s72-c/DSC00563.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-3998798505868627654</id><published>2009-06-04T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:27:48.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One minute it's love and suddenly it's like a battlefield.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SifE75GMGOI/AAAAAAAABvA/TFugHTCmS1o/s1600-h/DSC05026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SifE75GMGOI/AAAAAAAABvA/TFugHTCmS1o/s320/DSC05026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343456016116488418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture above is Meimei and I sleeping together on a single size bed! It was taken today at Yishan's place. We went there after school, she was feeling sick. How nice of us, right? Meimei and I wanted to sleep, but we were too hyper! I don't know why too. It feels so.. nice to laugh so hard after a long while. We didn't manage to sleep, so we got up and used the computer. Laughing and gossiping! Gossiping is so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the last day of HELP4 tomorrow! I don't know if that's a good thing or not. Anyway! Will be going to town with clique tomorrow after school! To hunt for Meimei and my new bag. Oh, and people who view my blog ah! Can you &lt;s&gt;shitheads&lt;/s&gt; like tag me? My tagboard is dying over there): Tag me and I'll give you a million kisses! &lt;img src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m4/canalpop/emoticon/kiss.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-3998798505868627654?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3998798505868627654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-minute-it-love-and-suddenly-it-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/3998798505868627654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/3998798505868627654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-minute-it-love-and-suddenly-it-like.html' title='One minute it&amp;#39;s love and suddenly it&amp;#39;s like a battlefield.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SifE75GMGOI/AAAAAAAABvA/TFugHTCmS1o/s72-c/DSC05026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-6267689939738623853</id><published>2009-06-02T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:27:48.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SiTPr1WVMBI/AAAAAAAABt4/ypF98W8Vza4/s320/Y.square078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342623409930317842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyooo. Yesterday was Kampong Glam night walk! And also, Aizat's birthday! Oh, I think my fringe looks longer in picture as compared to real life. I regretted cutting bangs, 'cause I look like a total idiot when my hair is up. Oh well! What had been done, has been done. Did I use correct grammar? o:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaaaay, met Jacqueline, Liqing and Zoe at Westmall and PastaMania for lunch. Walked to school, and camwhored as we were an hour early. Jacqueline, Venice and I joined 4a2 because our class have so many people. Bus ride there was long, and felt sleepy. Perfume shop, art gallery, Banyan(?) tree, palace, cemetry. List that out to remind me where we went, so we could write an essay. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was exciting, but scary as well. I clinged onto Jacqueline's and Liqing's arms. The tour guide told us how the 'things' were formed and stuffs. Our tour guide is good! I love her! xD. At the cemetry, we smelt some flowery smell. But some of us think that it's fake. Bus ride back to school was a cheerful one. Had our dinner and slacked awhile before heading home. Liqing and Yishan had to send me up to my house again. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP4 this week, didn't attend Math remedial. Like, hello?! Had 4 periods of Math today, and another 4 after school? No waaaay. Yeah, so we went home early. And I feel weird. Oh well, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-6267689939738623853?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6267689939738623853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-those-moments-will-be-lost-in-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/6267689939738623853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/6267689939738623853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-those-moments-will-be-lost-in-time.html' title='All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain...'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SiTPr1WVMBI/AAAAAAAABt4/ypF98W8Vza4/s72-c/Y.square078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-1868707328257120646</id><published>2009-05-30T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:27:48.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You got a smile that can light up this whole town.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SiFWjaP9Y_I/AAAAAAAABtg/q7qWa07SFmU/s320/Y.square070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341645799379788786" border="0" /&gt;I'm getting lazier to blog nowadays, I think I'll use Plurk instead. Anyway, today is Confirmation day! And guess what. I did not fall down! I was afraid that if I felt nervous, I'll fall and expose badly, LOL! Reached there at 4PM, I have no idea why must we be there so early. I excitedly went around the hall to look for familiar faces to take a photo with! Photos are uploaded in Facebook, lazy to upload here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing ended around 7.30PM, dinner after that with family! Godma bought me a necklace with a cross. Thank you! Photo taking session with my pretty cousin while waiting for food to come. Tonight's dinner was my first real meal after a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutting hair with Zoe and Liqing tomorrow! Bangs, slant or round?! o:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SiFXFiYM_FI/AAAAAAAABtw/Nq6oz-EIvlg/s320/Y.square066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341646385677401170" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SiFXFZgEiyI/AAAAAAAABto/LwvOInMKdhQ/s320/Y.square064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341646383294483234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-1868707328257120646?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/1868707328257120646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-got-smile-that-can-light-up-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/1868707328257120646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/1868707328257120646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-got-smile-that-can-light-up-this.html' title='You got a smile that can light up this whole town.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SiFWjaP9Y_I/AAAAAAAABtg/q7qWa07SFmU/s72-c/Y.square070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-2859378996656697481</id><published>2009-05-28T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:27:48.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If it's going to be a rainy day, I can be your shelter till it's done.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/Sh6BVHAwGlI/AAAAAAAABtY/zyxMlTvkuDk/s320/DSC02536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340848407767423570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had been taking photos in school, especially with Gabriel HOW. I didn't know he is a good friend of taking pictures too. Skipped Chinese lesson today together with Jacqueline, Brandon and Wen Da. It was the first time, well sort of, I skipped a full lesson. I still remember going to the toilet for 20 minutes with Liqing &amp;amp;co. Skipping lessons is fun, I must try it again someday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back report slip, I did improve, but not as good as before. I received a prize from MissChong for "Honorable Mention" (?) And you know what's the prize? Honey Stars! Hahaha! It was my lunch, and I shared it with clique! Oh, and you know what. MissChong caught me for my shoes again, and the other pair of shoes had also been drawn! Everyone thinks that she's being biased to me. Catching me for my fringe, shoes.. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my appetite is still not good. I don't know what's wrong. And my Grandmother seems worried for me, I felt bad to make her worry. Ah, who cares anyway. Siiiiighs* Recently, I've found out one of my bad points. And it is having too much negative thoughts, and I can't stop thinking about what's actually happening or something. Ahhh, oh well. Pictures below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/Sh6Aq55g-4I/AAAAAAAABtQ/MYAYtDo2_gc/s320/DSC02533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340847682692905858" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/Sh6AqkfDP1I/AAAAAAAABtI/xIFO00dDuYY/s320/DSC02537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340847676944760658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fringe is coolz right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/Sh6Aqqa-bYI/AAAAAAAABtA/7glVAnuBExE/s320/DSC00454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340847678538280322" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/Sh6AqUr_8BI/AAAAAAAABs4/VB8EgUCrLV4/s320/DSC04999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340847672704102418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master Liii-u! And with dearest Meimei(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;I'm afraid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-2859378996656697481?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2859378996656697481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-it-going-to-be-rainy-day-i-can-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/2859378996656697481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/2859378996656697481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-it-going-to-be-rainy-day-i-can-be.html' title='If it&amp;#39;s going to be a rainy day, I can be your shelter till it&amp;#39;s done.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/Sh6BVHAwGlI/AAAAAAAABtY/zyxMlTvkuDk/s72-c/DSC02536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-6610442933643664795</id><published>2009-05-26T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:27:48.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They don't know how long it takes, waiting for love like this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/Shvn0e0t81I/AAAAAAAABsw/0HjhwVhX4pU/s1600-h/Y.square054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/Shvn0e0t81I/AAAAAAAABsw/0HjhwVhX4pU/s320/Y.square054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340116671991247698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuuuesday! I woke up at 3.30AM because freaking mosquitoes invaded my house! I have two on the forehead, and one on my eyelid): It made my eye freaking puffy when I get out of bed. Which explained my fringe being free to run around my face. I need a damn haircut, but don't know what style. I need a damn school bag too. Ah, so many things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I didn't go back to sleep. 'Cause when I was finally about to fall back into sleep, the freaking mosquitoes came and attack me): Met them at Gombak Mac and Jacqueline was the only one who eat. :x I was hungry, 'cause I didn't take dinner the night before, but I have no appetite. I don't know why too):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was normal, except that during Chinese, all of the NA classes went wild. 'Cause there's no teachers around, but they came into class after first period was gone. Blah, blah and blah. Went home, prepared to meet Mummmmy. Here's a conversation between both of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don't like kidney beans.&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: Why? Because they are big?&lt;br /&gt;( LOL! )&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: You can't let me eat all of it right? Wait I become Mrs.Bean how?&lt;br /&gt;( WTF RIGHT. LOL. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mummy ahhh. I know you're reading this, and laughing very loudly right? Cheer up okay! Don't sad already! And yes, my Mummy can get emotional too): GOODBYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-6610442933643664795?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6610442933643664795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/they-don-know-how-long-it-takes-waiting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/6610442933643664795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/6610442933643664795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/they-don-know-how-long-it-takes-waiting.html' title='They don&amp;#39;t know how long it takes, waiting for love like this.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/Shvn0e0t81I/AAAAAAAABsw/0HjhwVhX4pU/s72-c/Y.square054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-4278719343869304234</id><published>2009-05-24T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:27:48.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's hope...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/ShlF1E6ZkpI/AAAAAAAABso/UCVNFqLHLcg/s320/Y.square041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339375611378504338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeey! Went out yesterday with Angeline and Vanessa to shop for our Confirmation stuffs. And Confirmation Day is next week! Bought my shoes, and we were feeling sleepy. Vanessa went home, Angeline went to find her art materials. While I go and find Liqing, Jacqueline and Yishan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met them at Far East, watched them eat and proceeded to Peninsula to find our backpacks. I went to take a look at the New Urban Male bag, and it cost $120! Freaking expensive can. Oh. Speaking of backpacks, I think I might blow up in school tomorrow. Want to know why? Ask me tomorrow(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Suntec City next, and decided to have dinner at Marina. In the end, we went to Toa Payoh for dinner. We got lost for awhile. After dinner, slacking session at my house downstairs. We talked until somewhere close to midnight, and I was scared to go up alone. Even though I'm just right below.. Thanks yeah! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay. That's all I want to blog about, nothing about a boring old Sunday. There's school tomorrow! *Wriggles eyebrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-4278719343869304234?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4278719343869304234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/let-hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/4278719343869304234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/4278719343869304234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/let-hope.html' title='Let&amp;#39;s hope...'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/ShlF1E6ZkpI/AAAAAAAABso/UCVNFqLHLcg/s72-c/Y.square041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-1363872375917604709</id><published>2009-05-21T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:27:48.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why am I always stuck at the same spot when it comes to this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/ShVHBENBE6I/AAAAAAAABsg/0qLrLa8aguo/s320/Loveylove016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338251016951370658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling weird today. Don't know what's wrong with me these past few days. Blogging to make me feel better, if it helps.. Gotten quite a lot of papers back. Okay.. I think I've gotten back all. Failed the usual two subjects, Chinese and Social Studies. Mid-Year results wasn't very good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may stop reading if you want now. Just wondering, why girls always end up as the one who's suffering so much in relationships. Well, not always, but most of the time. Man, the feeling of having an empty heart sucks. But the feeling of liking someone may suck even more. We always say that we won't ever fall again, but do you think it can happen? It's uncontrollable. This sucks so much, damn. What to do, what to do..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-1363872375917604709?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/1363872375917604709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-am-i-always-stuck-at-same-spot-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/1363872375917604709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/1363872375917604709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-am-i-always-stuck-at-same-spot-when.html' title='Why am I always stuck at the same spot when it comes to this?'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/ShVHBENBE6I/AAAAAAAABsg/0qLrLa8aguo/s72-c/Loveylove016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-4298107646792664278</id><published>2009-05-20T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:27:48.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A rose that won't bloom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/ShP06QUcziI/AAAAAAAABsY/CLdh7COBfPc/s320/DSC06167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337879265014500898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't really have the mood to blog right now, but I'll blog for the sake of my readers. Shall blog about yesterday's Kbox session. Went home, bathed and stuffs and went to meet them. Took a bus to CineLeisure, and bought some snacks. I admit, it's my first time going to Kbox. Was feeling &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;paiseh &lt;/span&gt;to sing at first, but soon got used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was having a terrible headache, and it's almost going to end. Thinking that we have not become hyper, Liqing and I decided to sing hyper songs. We chose "That's not my name" by The Ting Tings first, the song which I absolutely hate. Then there's "Just Dance" and "Poker Face" both by LadyGaGa. There's a video of us singing, but you'll have to wait for my blog song to finish first. Warning: It's very unglam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-35946f91cb9cce08" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAKXn9zyzXTyW6NoE_4ojujqlndG7fER04FWS9LzS_k95hZXanlP6YRreUTf7fXVBW4-gAJrOs_QYWcVsrqupmAv1xq1vi-QLc03g6RphP9aaQ8MXl_3952B-TLRIm9XUWFVHL8WfqZ3IoTGl0GHBC3QH4pDVNm2h0J6PefZ5lCqDVp_G81j6S_gGbp6MQIVItqYqaplrji0r0lHoQ5S-8JDhGWPDYvlb9Bg1Q6XaGYRK%26sigh%3D3N_9nu3dfpmQ05A_1Mf4btw2ZKo%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D35946f91cb9cce08%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DwrOIz1pD2IWziVik5yPSYYezuhQ&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAKXn9zyzXTyW6NoE_4ojujqlndG7fER04FWS9LzS_k95hZXanlP6YRreUTf7fXVBW4-gAJrOs_QYWcVsrqupmAv1xq1vi-QLc03g6RphP9aaQ8MXl_3952B-TLRIm9XUWFVHL8WfqZ3IoTGl0GHBC3QH4pDVNm2h0J6PefZ5lCqDVp_G81j6S_gGbp6MQIVItqYqaplrji0r0lHoQ5S-8JDhGWPDYvlb9Bg1Q6XaGYRK%26sigh%3D3N_9nu3dfpmQ05A_1Mf4btw2ZKo%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D35946f91cb9cce08%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DwrOIz1pD2IWziVik5yPSYYezuhQ&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-834c5b969dbf720a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAADbdx0ctBZ6r0jjgHMEoxaZ_UAPqZkKap6yttbEpoquzZca6kz-V0adFN7JeJrvTcBV2DEKbP_R3gI39W7bYE3zksx7_yWRJkDVj1_rFwOxwvakX1IUkBvce36VLlw0q1MVAgG3Q2DQiJC7IRgV8FD3txUt74OvQUtJ0ynM_XSdiRS10TMonCw1P-EfREROklp8gxNahaabV84NvxLuCjiCkDMrpgQp8lFgQpfvAiroB%26sigh%3Dw2KdkzOzMwWdkLNebKtDTcuzSic%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D834c5b969dbf720a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3D3TWsZ2CFMk2J7qxamyZBo0vJJa4&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAADbdx0ctBZ6r0jjgHMEoxaZ_UAPqZkKap6yttbEpoquzZca6kz-V0adFN7JeJrvTcBV2DEKbP_R3gI39W7bYE3zksx7_yWRJkDVj1_rFwOxwvakX1IUkBvce36VLlw0q1MVAgG3Q2DQiJC7IRgV8FD3txUt74OvQUtJ0ynM_XSdiRS10TMonCw1P-EfREROklp8gxNahaabV84NvxLuCjiCkDMrpgQp8lFgQpfvAiroB%26sigh%3Dw2KdkzOzMwWdkLNebKtDTcuzSic%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D834c5b969dbf720a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3D3TWsZ2CFMk2J7qxamyZBo0vJJa4&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more pictures and one more video. I'll upload it some other time, my MSN's not responding. Kay, my singing was horrible. I know I have lots of actions too. -.- And the part where we suddenly squat was when the person walk past. Look at Liqing when she's singing Just Dance, somewhere around the middle. Anyway, we went for dinner at Far East and I'd bought my Confirmation dress. I'm left with the shoez. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-4298107646792664278?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=35946f91cb9cce08&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=834c5b969dbf720a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4298107646792664278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/rose-that-won-bloom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/4298107646792664278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/4298107646792664278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/rose-that-won-bloom.html' title='A rose that won&amp;#39;t bloom.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/ShP06QUcziI/AAAAAAAABsY/CLdh7COBfPc/s72-c/DSC06167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-7405546802015368619</id><published>2009-05-18T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:27:48.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I couldn't help but fall.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/ShDk-PWdIoI/AAAAAAAABsQ/RVZzDneXf6U/s1600-h/Y.square049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/ShDk-PWdIoI/AAAAAAAABsQ/RVZzDneXf6U/s320/Y.square049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337017316357776002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a haircut, but I don't know what style to cut! Anywaaay, tomorrow's the last paper! Yay! After that Kbox with clique. But, there's 13 chapters of Physics! Today's paper was Chemistry, not as difficult as I thought. It was actually quite easy! :D. Dinner yesterday was nice, I'll post up the photo in the next post! I think that's it for now, goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-7405546802015368619?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7405546802015368619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-couldn-help-but-fall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/7405546802015368619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/7405546802015368619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-couldn-help-but-fall.html' title='I couldn&amp;#39;t help but fall.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/ShDk-PWdIoI/AAAAAAAABsQ/RVZzDneXf6U/s72-c/Y.square049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-4405929345262156406</id><published>2009-05-16T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:27:48.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New URL. o:</title><content type='html'>May be a little dull. I'll change it soon! :D&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for those who relinked. Lubchewzx!&lt;br /&gt;Edited! Kind of regretted changing my URL. LOL! I think will be using the old one for a private blog. Okie, thanks again for those who relinked! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-4405929345262156406?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4405929345262156406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-url-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/4405929345262156406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/4405929345262156406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-url-o.html' title='New URL. o:'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-484927932441614063</id><published>2009-05-15T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:27:51.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's play a love game.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/Sg1oPXklOCI/AAAAAAAABrQ/gtyX21IJW-0/s320/Y.square031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336035746738681890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot what I want to blog about.. Oh well, I'll blog about some random things that come to my mind then. You know, I have such a lucky Meimei. HAHAHA! Talked on the phone with her today, and perhaps what she said is true. She said something like, "Maybe I've done some good deeds?" Then I replied loudly, "Then I don't have meh?!" This occupied my mind after we hung up till now. Am I really so bad? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He &lt;/span&gt;was somewhere in my mind too. And thinking more about it, I think I should remain "I-don't-like-like-anybody". Should I? My pretty babes, should I? LOL. Liqing must be jumping around right now, 'cause I said she was ugly that time. :P But the feeling of not liking anybody really sucks, y'know. And it's been real looooooooong not having the "I-feel-so-loved!" feeling. Man, this sucks): I'd better stop talking about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. My grandparents went to China and bought a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pen-cam&lt;/span&gt;. It's something like a webcam, it's cool. Okay, this is a bullshit post. But, should I? ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-484927932441614063?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/484927932441614063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/let-play-love-game.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/484927932441614063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/484927932441614063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/let-play-love-game.html' title='Let&amp;#39;s play a love game.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/Sg1oPXklOCI/AAAAAAAABrQ/gtyX21IJW-0/s72-c/Y.square031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-6189278109839853623</id><published>2009-05-14T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:27:51.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Let's have some fun, this beat is sick. I wanna take a ride on your disco stick."</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SgvIOP17S_I/AAAAAAAABrI/MCd_Um3Jfvg/s320/Y.square0361.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335578330646924274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm left with 2 papers! YAAAAAY. Chemistry and Physics, I need to do well for both of them! Anyway, had 3 papers today! English Paper 2, POA Paper 1, and Math Paper 1. Was taking my time for the first passage for English, then I realised I don't have enough time. So, I started doing my summary and rushed through the rest. Managed to finish. POA Paper 2 was easier than Paper 1, don't know how to do two questions, 19 marks. Math Paper 1 was... Doable. A little difficult in front, but quite easy at the back. Had my Math Paper 1 in the library. o:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No school for me tomorrow! Well, it's supposed to be happy, but a little sad though. Sad 'cause I won't be able to see *****!): But the good thing is I can have a loooooooooong sleep, and relax for today. But I'll still miss *****! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Have you ever seen someone's hair which looks like a... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lanjiao&lt;/span&gt;? Clique and I did, saw it on some auntie. No offence, but it really looked like a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lanjiao&lt;/span&gt;. o:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-6189278109839853623?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6189278109839853623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/have-some-fun-this-beat-is-sick-i-wanna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/6189278109839853623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/6189278109839853623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/have-some-fun-this-beat-is-sick-i-wanna.html' title='&amp;quot;Let&amp;#39;s have some fun, this beat is sick. I wanna take a ride on your disco stick.&amp;quot;'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SgvIOP17S_I/AAAAAAAABrI/MCd_Um3Jfvg/s72-c/Y.square0361.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-7904293852665676864</id><published>2009-05-12T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:27:51.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maths Paper 2 was a bitch.</title><content type='html'>Yes. Like what my title says. I was scolding &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fuck &lt;/span&gt;throughout the whole paper, I left more than half the questions blank. My mind was blank while doing it, and I felt like giving up. Let's hope that Paper 1 won't be as bitchy as Paper 2, 'cause I'm going to pull my marks up with Paper 1. And if it's another tough one, my Father's going to kill me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fuck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even have the motivation right now to study for tomorrow's paper. Which is POA, a Math-related subject. How? Thanks to you, Maths Paper 2. Spoilt my mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-7904293852665676864?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7904293852665676864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/maths-paper-2-was-bitch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/7904293852665676864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/7904293852665676864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/maths-paper-2-was-bitch.html' title='Maths Paper 2 was a bitch.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-2475835858152138956</id><published>2009-05-09T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:27:51.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll write a song that turns out the lights.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SgWO5IhPs9I/AAAAAAAABqg/zfUGbp1dUG8/s320/Y.square034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333826445880832978" border="0" /&gt;My face looks shit here, but who cares? I have a cute cousin, just that he's giving a weird face. LOL, anyway. It's his Birthday today! He's 4! Went to Takashimaya to buy his present and sushi before heading to his house. Jerome and I was playing Restaurant City, HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta wake up early for church tomorrow. And then study, study and study. Social Studies and Math on Tuesday): Oh. And did I mention that next week, I only need to attend school for 3 days. It sounds nice, but no. It's not. I can't get to see *****. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SgWO47OMAiI/AAAAAAAABqY/H_kNQTxQflo/s320/Y.square038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333826442311238178" border="0" /&gt;Haha! It's a picture of a Pokemon. I don't know which Pokemon it is. It's like a torch light thing, when you shine on a wall or something, the picture will appear. Cool or what! My cousin (Olivia) and I was happily playing with it for some time. Okeh, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-2475835858152138956?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2475835858152138956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-write-song-that-turns-out-lights.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/2475835858152138956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/2475835858152138956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-write-song-that-turns-out-lights.html' title='We&amp;#39;ll write a song that turns out the lights.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SgWO5IhPs9I/AAAAAAAABqg/zfUGbp1dUG8/s72-c/Y.square034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-4340179174814692845</id><published>2009-05-08T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:27:51.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love strucked.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SgO7xJULm3I/AAAAAAAABqQ/Q75e-6l70p0/s320/Y.square033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333312836725349234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My drawing is completed! Can be a tattoo right? Anyway, I didn't want to blog just now. But I am.. Angry? So, yeah. Sometimes people just don't understand. They may be acting dumb, or they are dumb. It's like when you know your friend don't like something, yet you still do it. Fxcking idiots y'know. And worse, it doesn't even suit you. With your appearance matched with this type of personality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blood boil&lt;/span&gt; ah. Using Meimei's quote. Oh well, idiots will remain as fxckers. Anyway, had Geography paper today. Was quite okay, glad that Geography's finally over. But, Math on Tuesday! Man, oh, Math. Math's scary. And in case you're wondering who I'm referring to, don't worry. It's not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-4340179174814692845?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4340179174814692845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-strucked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/4340179174814692845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/4340179174814692845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-strucked.html' title='Love strucked.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SgO7xJULm3I/AAAAAAAABqQ/Q75e-6l70p0/s72-c/Y.square033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-2083102837611779889</id><published>2009-05-07T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:27:51.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Erased my happy ending.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SgKJb2uaGNI/AAAAAAAABqA/IeOF0npXZx8/s320/Y.square039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332976020399724754" border="0" /&gt;Drew it during exam time, unfinished. But not bad right? MYE started today! Had Chinese and English Paper 1. My Chinese suck. I spent more than 10 minutes choosing the questions, and when I'd finally decided, I stop and think again. I didn't know what both of the letter writing questions meant, suck right. So I chose the one with more marks for the format. I started writing the format, but I didn't write about the 'story'. At least I did try, I wrote one sentence and gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess, English paper. It was doable. Had ice cream and homed! My arm hurts when I bend my elbow, there's a sort of sharp pain. Why huh? Oh. And do you want to see something adorable?!?!?!?!?! Okie, here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SgKJcWAp8vI/AAAAAAAABqI/6skTQF24vS4/s320/Y.square034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332976028797760242" border="0" /&gt;Cute right! I bought a sock for my phone. AND THE BEST OF ALL! IT'S POLKADOTTED! Polkadots are so adorable. Okeh, time to study for Geoography! Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-2083102837611779889?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2083102837611779889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/erased-my-happy-ending.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/2083102837611779889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/2083102837611779889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/erased-my-happy-ending.html' title='Erased my happy ending.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SgKJb2uaGNI/AAAAAAAABqA/IeOF0npXZx8/s72-c/Y.square039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-1660960998674315443</id><published>2009-05-03T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:27:51.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday to Zhihao and Brendyn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Post without photos, feeling &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kan chiong.&lt;/span&gt; 'Cause my ear's having infection, and it's fxcking swollen. Anyone have the ear solution thingy? Can you please lend meeeeee. I can't feel the earhole at the back, and my ear stick keeps coming out, by itself. Ahhhhhhh, help me! LEND ME EAR SOLUTIONNNNNN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-1660960998674315443?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/1660960998674315443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/1660960998674315443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/1660960998674315443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-5282811549225682436</id><published>2009-05-01T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:27:51.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saw you from a distance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/Sfry9JruggI/AAAAAAAABp4/4I7xAKxbtP8/s320/Y.square032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330840241331667458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was our first Nyappy outing! Everyone was present. Trained over to Jurong to meet them, Liqing was the latest! She have to treat all of us drinks, muahaha. Proceeded to Clarke Quay next, bought Sticky. Expensive! They give us samples, quite long ones. Bought our dinner, and walked to the Esplanade rooftop. A very nice place to be with your loved ones, HAHA. Slacked until 9.45PM and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up around 10+ 11 today. Went to town again, Crystal Jade for brunch. AGAIN! Walked around, blah. Was supposed to go for facial today, but they don't open on public holidays): This is the first time I'm asking for facial! Oh well. Exams are near, and yet I can't study. I scored 16/30 for my Chemistry. I used to score full marks or around there, man. I hope I'll study tomorrow. Complete my English report writing, study at least one chapter of Social Studies. Man, I hate Social Studies. I need motivation! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/Sfrye0h2GZI/AAAAAAAABpw/9HX6u3ytnv4/s320/Y.square016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330839720257001874" border="0" /&gt;Me like this photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SfryepLmp-I/AAAAAAAABpo/tPW6ruBbCrc/s320/Y.square024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330839717210925026" border="0" /&gt;Dinner which cost Meimei and I $10.55! T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SfryedzWa-I/AAAAAAAABpg/1SWtL2lNyRs/s320/Y.square025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330839714156407778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/Sfryeb0EyPI/AAAAAAAABpY/iLBrUU7JVbE/s320/Y.square026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330839713622575346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/Sfryd4BN0DI/AAAAAAAABpQ/T69je2EIhUg/s320/DSC06028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330839704014016562" border="0" /&gt;My Aiai. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There are more pictures, but I think they're in Venice's and Liqing's phone. I'll upload them when I have it(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-5282811549225682436?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5282811549225682436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/saw-you-from-distance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/5282811549225682436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/5282811549225682436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/saw-you-from-distance.html' title='Saw you from a distance.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/Sfry9JruggI/AAAAAAAABp4/4I7xAKxbtP8/s72-c/Y.square032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-511954301128266363</id><published>2009-04-26T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:27:51.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How do I throw rubbish down the chute when there's cockroaches?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SfRNAZKtTGI/AAAAAAAABpI/hndFkhBZMEU/s320/DSC00072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328968928237276258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what my title says.. How do I throw rubbish down the chute when there's cockroaches?! Those idiotic cockroaches had been invading my mind for the whole afternoon. I was cleaning my room, and there's many rubbish to throw away. After cleaning, I opened the chute and took a step back. And I saw quite a number of cockroaches! I froze there. I swung the bag of rubbish against the chute to make it close, and left that bag of rubbish beside the bin. So, hoooooow? This may sound stupid to some of you guys. But, what if they crawl on me?! Man, disgusting pests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohya. I went to Holland Village for dinner today. Went to Sasa after that, and guess what I bought! I bought eyelashes! LOL. A few more dollars to get a voucher, so I bought them. Just remembered that I'm having Chinese oral tomorrow! Don't feel like going. Me having Chinese oral with a teacher I know is like an American speaking chinese for a job interview. Oh man. Cockroaches and Chinese oral. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-511954301128266363?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/511954301128266363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-do-i-throw-rubbish-down-chute-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/511954301128266363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/511954301128266363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-do-i-throw-rubbish-down-chute-when.html' title='How do I throw rubbish down the chute when there&amp;#39;s cockroaches?!'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SfRNAZKtTGI/AAAAAAAABpI/hndFkhBZMEU/s72-c/DSC00072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311849534095111723.post-6666162133080448532</id><published>2009-04-25T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:27:51.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please don't stop the rain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SfL53k8Y2SI/AAAAAAAABow/qM30UNitlrE/s320/dsfs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328596042337802530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helluuu. It's Saturday, and I'm home! Shall blog about the past few days. There's NAPFA on Thursday. We decided to go to the stadium after that, but it was close. So, we went to the gym instead. Slept early 'cause I was feeling really tired. I woke up late, at 7AM! I was wondering if there's school on that day. Then I quickly rushed for my phone and called Meimei, she was late too! Prepared and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with her and went to bubbletea shop to buy sweets. Saw Weijian and Junjie. Went to school, ran 5 rounds. Principal talked to us, blah. He's so crappy. Lessons per normal. Had lunch in school, proceeded to gym. Snacks in between. Went to IMM with Mummy, and guess what I had for dinner. Volcano Ramen. o: Yes, like finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SfL535axhLI/AAAAAAAABo4/Hzxv3IFZ7f0/s320/Y.square008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328596047833957554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5311849534095111723-6666162133080448532?l=lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6666162133080448532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/04/please-don-stop-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/6666162133080448532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311849534095111723/posts/default/6666162133080448532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lo-vedrunk.blogspot.com/2009/04/please-don-stop-rain.html' title='Please don&amp;#39;t stop the rain.'/><author><name>♥T.Gwenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076184939277201610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/TNrFIu4RKOI/AAAAAAAACFk/Nq-Ev9mPG64/S220/DSC028861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZLDZt43jZY/SfL53k8Y2SI/AAAAAAAABow/qM30UNitlrE/s72-c/dsfs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
