<?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-992300311560711934</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:10:57.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You change your mind like a girl changes clothes</title><subtitle type='html'>(:</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-2614054179295302234</id><published>2009-02-15T21:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:43:32.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boo hoo</title><content type='html'>Maria you are really annoying&lt;div&gt;:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE BYE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992300311560711934-2614054179295302234?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/2614054179295302234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/2614054179295302234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2009/02/boo-hoo.html' title='boo hoo'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-1162528925958890531</id><published>2008-11-21T13:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T14:10:48.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My caterpillars died and I cried</title><content type='html'>It's only Friday, you know. It's only been a week since the last day of school. Time flies sooo slow. Nope, not fast- slow. It doesn't make sense. Time is suppose to fly fast. Maybe I'm waking up too early. Yeah, maybe I should wake up later. But my body automatically gets up at 8.30 in the morning everyday. Whether I try to sleep or not, once it's past 8.30, my body is wide awake and with that, so am I. And then, I have the entire day ahead of me. Gaah. It's okay. I will find something for myself to do. To keep myself occupied while certain people &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;cough ahem cough&lt;/span&gt; are still sleeping on their lazy asses. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, since I've got nothing to do. I stole a tag off Mr. Hubert Cumberdale's blog, aka. Tan Jia Shern. He is Hubert Cumberdale for a reason and if you are either myself, Chien Teng or Maria who is reading this, you probably wouldn't know what I am talking to about. So leave it that way. It's our little inside joke. And knowing you, if we told you the little joke, you'd merely shake your head and call us a bunch of lifeless brats. So, I think we're going to stick to it being just OUR joke. Thank you very much (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. are you lonely? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;right now, yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. are you happy? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;right now, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. are you sad? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;right now, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. are you Indonesian? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;erm, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. are you expensive?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; YES :D heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. are you blonde? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. are you Irish? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. are you desperate? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;10. are you male or female? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;female. Finally, something other than a yes or no question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten facts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. name: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shanni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. birthplace: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SJMC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. real hair color: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Ethnicity: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blank. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Talent: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm cool doing whatever I do okay ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. birthday: 13th October&lt;br /&gt;7. mood: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Restless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. favorite color: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Orange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. where do you live: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mutiara Damansara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. left or right handed: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten things about your love life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. do you love someone? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. do you believe in love at first sight? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. who ended your last relationship? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Erm, I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. have you ever hurt anyone emotionally? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. have you ever broken someone's heart?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. longest relationship? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two years ago. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. have you ever liked someone but never told them? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes, I wasn't brave enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. are you afraid of commitment? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. have you hugged someone within the last week? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. have you ever had a "secret" admirer? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wouldn't know, would I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten this or that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. love or lust: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. accent or no accent: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;British a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ccents are so hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. cats or dogs: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dogs, they're better company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. a few best friends or many regular friends: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A few bestfriends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. myspace or friendster: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. pepsi or coke: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I absolutely hate fizzy drinks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. wild night out or romantic night?: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A romantic night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. money or happiness: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. night or day: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. IM or msn : &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten have you evers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. been caught sneaking out?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. been skinny-dipping with your bf/gf? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Erm, no&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;3. done something you regret? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. bungee jumped? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES :D fun, fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. lied to someone you loved? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes and I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. finished an entire jawbreaker? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haha. yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. looked through a significant other's phone, email, myspace, etc. because you thought they were cheating on you? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. wanted an ex boyfriend/girlfriend/date back? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ages ago, yeah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;9. cried because you lost a pet? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My big, fat, green caterpillars died and I cried x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. wanted to disappear?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten preferences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. light hair or dark hair: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. hugs or kisses: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why can't I have both? Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. shorter or taller: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. intelligence or attraction: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Intelligence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Jeans or shorts: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shorts, way more comfortable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. English or math: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maths!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. hook-up or relationship: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. do you want a girlfriend/boyfriend: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have a boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;9. sun or moon: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. day or night: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haven't I already answered this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whoever, like me, has nothing better to do with their day except for eat McD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FITCH: get this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On 'Surgical Hotties' blog. He did a tag. Read, read..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 18px; font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. have you ever hurt anyone emotionally?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 18px; font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;5. have you ever broken someone's heart? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 18px; font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Err. Please don't ask :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 18px;font-family:arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;8. wanted an ex boyfriend/girlfriend/date back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 18px;font-family:arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; Yeah, I realized the person's not worth it :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 18px;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 18px;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  line-height: normal; font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ouch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992300311560711934-1162528925958890531?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/1162528925958890531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/1162528925958890531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-caterpillars-died-and-i-cried.html' title='My caterpillars died and I cried'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-4138396895720763399</id><published>2008-11-20T16:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T16:35:39.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100th and counting :D</title><content type='html'>A girl can camwhore all day long I swear. Shea &amp;amp; I stole our dad's dSLR Nikon camera and literally spent out day with it :D&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Oookay, the uploader clearly doesn't like me anymore for some reason because it is taking sooo damn long. I wouldn't blame it though. We just took about a hundred and one pictures. Tee hee. There are like, a lot. we were in them middle of a Guitar Hero game, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;which she totally rocked at. But it was just luck (;&lt;/span&gt; and I went to my dad's room and took his camera and tada. Next thing we know, I have to recharge the thing because it was out of battery :D We're nuts, yes, we know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan, bryan... Lookie here : &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUg5KO8b2I/AAAAAAAABpg/Osx_xdl94uY/s1600-h/DSC_3396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270655105278701410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUg5KO8b2I/AAAAAAAABpg/Osx_xdl94uY/s320/DSC_3396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUg4yDlp-I/AAAAAAAABpY/leNgAJQMwU4/s1600-h/DSC_3395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270655098788620258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUg4yDlp-I/AAAAAAAABpY/leNgAJQMwU4/s320/DSC_3395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUg4Ut9j7I/AAAAAAAABpQ/K0nXiikogYg/s1600-h/DSC_3394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270655090913284018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUg4Ut9j7I/AAAAAAAABpQ/K0nXiikogYg/s320/DSC_3394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUg4MSOQ4I/AAAAAAAABpI/tqli62lqCSo/s1600-h/DSC_3392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270655088649454466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUg4MSOQ4I/AAAAAAAABpI/tqli62lqCSo/s320/DSC_3392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's still fresh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I told you I'd take care of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;xx.&lt;/div&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/992300311560711934-4138396895720763399?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/4138396895720763399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/4138396895720763399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/11/100th-and-counting-d.html' title='100th and counting :D'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUg5KO8b2I/AAAAAAAABpg/Osx_xdl94uY/s72-c/DSC_3396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-5079337709330105561</id><published>2008-11-19T20:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T21:25:09.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One, two, three, four, someone's knocking on the door</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My feet are killing me. I got back about an hour ago from a five hour shopping spree with my mom. You know how the entire world is apparently in recession and we're all suppose to be saving up and not spending our money on worthless things like clothes and shoes? Well, we totally spent big bucks today on, guess what? Clothes and shoes. We feel so bad. My dad is going to have our heads. Aha. At least I'm not the only one who is going to get it. My mom was the one with the credit card (; tee hee. Mother's aren't that good either, see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm waiting on the pictures of the sleepover from Sarah. She has everything as my stooopid piece of a camera totally died on me halfway through the first day. Did I mention we had so much fun? We played cards, you know the usual. And then, we watched White Chicks. It is hilarious. I had almost forgotten how funny the movie is. We ate cupcakes that time. Then, we had a little bonding time before heading for Curve at about 4 something. Met up with Bryan and Yan Shian there. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;What's the story there, eh Ce? (; heh.&lt;/span&gt; We got ourselves a triple scoop chocolate and vanilla ice cream from New Zealand Natural and just sat down and ate it. We were just talking and yeah. Bryan merajuk during that period of time because I wouldn't break our deals. It's a deal, it's not suppose to be broken my dear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, I followed Shea &amp;amp; Bryan to McD, once again, to fill their oh so empty stomachs. Eek. How one can eat so much McD and not get sick of it is beyond me. He kept asking me to drink the fizzy green drink thing that they're selling in relation to Madagascar 2. So yeah, I drank it because he thought I wouldn't. And you know how I don't like fizzy drinks. They make me feel all weird, the gas and all. So, I squirmed and coughed and they just laughed. Boo hoo you two. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh oh did I mention that there was this huuuuge Madagascar carnival at the centre of Cineleisure? Well yeah, it was big. And there were all sorts of games there. So, me being me, went to play Guitar Hero and got myself a free McD fries! :D I'm cool like that, yo. Sarah played some game on one of the laptops and got herself a Breakfast Premium card. Lucky bitch. How come I only got one coupon for free fries? Fries are so unhealthy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We caught Madagascar which was pretty funny. Halfway through, my FITCH joined us. And without an entrance ticket too. Heh. She didn't understand crap apparently because she missed literally half the movie. After that, headed off to Paddington's for dinner. We completely humiliated ourselves there. I'm pretty sure they couldn't wait till we left the restaurant. Also, we got one whole main meal that cost RM12.50 on the house. We didn't even protest about it taking so long. We merely asked and the waiter said we could get it for free. He was nice. Should've given him tips. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Headed straight home afterwards. We resumed to playing cards though we weren't really in the mood. Maria put on her iPod and the next thing we knew was my dock was blaring all sorts of weird music from it. We knew none of the odd songs. That girl sure has some weird taste in music. Then, we decided to interrupt my dad while he was watching Dark Knight. I left halfway to drop Bryan home. Some car ride it was. Ahaha. Anyways, they were still watching when I got back. I joined them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Played 'Scene It'. The Harry Potter and the Friends one. Maria aced at both. We refused to continue playing because she kept winning. Put on Gossip Girl instead. OMG. I quote Maria: I don't think I could ever hear a 'xoxo, Gossip Girl' ever again. It'll make me throw up. We stayed up till 4.30 in the morning watching it. Each of us took turns in falling asleep halfway through but woke up after twenty minutes or so (: At least I did. Off to bed it was, then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning, we were up at 8.30 latest. First song we heard in the morning was 'I'm a Vampire' by Antsy Pants. OMG. It was scary. To hear that as the first thing to hear in the morning I mean. Haha. Had waffles with ice cream for breakfast. Mm. It was yummy. Showered, got dressed and went to Cineleisure for an amusing bowling time. Nyahaha. We were such losers. Sarah, Shea &amp;amp; Maria sent three different bowling balls down one lane at once. Two were stuck at the side while one rolled in. Stupid, stupid. I think the lady at the counter was on the verge of screaming at us. We enjoyed ourselves though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had pizza and watched Mamma Mia at home. It was a tad bit slow but an a-okay movie. I have no comments. We also popped popcorn. Oh. Lam and Yan Shian came over so that means Sarah and Celine were overjoyed (; Bryan decided to stay home so oh well ): Later, Maria &amp;amp; I played Guitar Hero &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I aced at this now, heh.&lt;/span&gt; While Sarah and Ce bonded in my room. We baked muffins after that. They looked all disfigured and gross but were actually pretty good :D The best tasting food are the ones which are not properly decorated. Bryan came over then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone went home after that. Bryan stayed to watched erm Tropic Thunder. The movie is so stupid, we didn't even finish it. Whoever says it's hilarious has an odd sense of humour. Then, we watched Titanic but we didn't get to finish it because he switched the tv off! Psh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I am going to stop here. This is such a long post and I feel like going to bake chocolate chip cookies. Yumm. I'll be back yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;++&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tagged by: The one and only NICOLE CHEN :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pass this quiz to 10 people whom you wish to know how they feel about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Maria Liyana&lt;br /&gt;2. Tash&lt;br /&gt;3. Mei Yi&lt;br /&gt;4. Kitt Mun&lt;br /&gt;5. Ky Lynn&lt;br /&gt;6. Sheela&lt;br /&gt;7. Chien Teng&lt;br /&gt;8. Jia Shern&lt;br /&gt;9. Demie&lt;br /&gt;10. Jason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is no.6 having relationship with? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Sheels]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She's single, if I'm not mistaken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 9 a male or a female? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Dems]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Female.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If no. 7 and no. 10 are together, will it be a good thing? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Chien Teng &amp;amp; Jason]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whoa. I can't imagine that but sure, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is no. 2 studying?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; [Tash]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She just sat for her PMR and is going on to form 4 next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you had a chat with no. 3? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Mei Yi]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometime in the last week of school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What genre of music does no.8 like?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; [Jia Shern]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He's one odd one. So I presume his taste of music is incidentally odd too :D heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever woo no. 3? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Mei Yi]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She loves me already (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about no. 7? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Chien Teng]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She loves me, too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is no.4 single? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Kitt]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yesh, she is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the surname of no.5? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Ky Lynn]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the hobby of no. 10? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Jason]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Going to Red Box and spending time at Laundry right Jason? x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does no.5 and no.9 get along well? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Ky Lynn &amp;amp; Dems]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You could say that, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is no.2 studying? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Tash]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In my school (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say something casual about no.1.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; [Maria]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She's my virtual wife and my best best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And she apparently can't attend a sleepover till she is twenty two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;However, she just broke that rule :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haveyou ever tried developing feelings for no.6? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Sheela]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We are tap buddies. That is all (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does no.9 live? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Dems]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have no idea actually. Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color does no.4 like?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; [Kitt]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Pink&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Yellow&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Purple&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Orange&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Green&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know. All the possible colours in the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are no. 5 and no. 1 best friends? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Ky Lynn &amp;amp; Maria]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Erm no. but they do know each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is no. 7 the sexiest person in the world? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Chien Teng]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nyahaha. She sure is- as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Jeremy Fisher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ohhh she is so going to hate me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Love you, Chien Teng! X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992300311560711934-5079337709330105561?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/5079337709330105561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/5079337709330105561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-two-three-four-someones-knocking-on.html' title='One, two, three, four, someone&apos;s knocking on the door'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-51007875900289346</id><published>2008-11-18T09:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T09:51:41.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a vampire, I'm a vampire, I'm a vampire</title><content type='html'>Sleepovers are the best when you have your three most favourite people on earth present. It was a blast and we were worse than bad. I just woke up so I'm a little dazed. Bur when my head clears up a little, I will put down every little detail of the past two days. It'll be like reliving it. Ah. I'm going to watch Quantum of Solace today. A lot say it is crap but everyone has different opinions, don't you think? I'll see if it really is crap. Oh and by the way, MADAGASCAR 2 is worth watching :D &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you later, alligators.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992300311560711934-51007875900289346?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/51007875900289346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/51007875900289346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-vampire-im-vampire-im-vampire.html' title='I&apos;m a vampire, I&apos;m a vampire, I&apos;m a vampire'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-4355064160710538996</id><published>2008-11-14T14:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T15:15:18.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it a YES or a NO?</title><content type='html'>Time is flying ever so slow. OMG. Especially when you have nothing to do. I've been sitting here since the moment I woke up this morning which was around 9 and I haven't budge. I only left my room to grab some lunch. God help me. Give me something to do. Somewhere to go. Someone to talk to. Otherwise, I have a feeling my upcoming holidays are going to be very, very slow and dreadful. Gaah. Boyfriend, wake up please. I am literally dying here. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh. I promised pictures from Chien Teng right? Haha. Okay then. Here you go. Please don't laugh. I know they are somewhat embarrassing x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scratch that. The uploader's being a real pest. It's so slow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll get them up soon I guess. Aha. Though I don't know when, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But if you're really desperate to see the pictures, &lt;a href="http://mutteringmyonetwothrees.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chien Teng's&lt;/a&gt; blog says it all :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I am going to go erm pester my mom for something to do. Maybe she'll take me shopping, who knows (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992300311560711934-4355064160710538996?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/4355064160710538996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/4355064160710538996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/11/is-it-yes-or-no.html' title='Is it a YES or a NO?'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-4137887736067775410</id><published>2008-11-13T21:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T23:30:02.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting down the number of minutes left to go</title><content type='html'>Today marks the last day of school in the year 2008. Actually, we are all suppose to go to school tomorrow and tomorrow is our actual last day but you see, with a genius smart school like Sri KDU, tomorrow is our 3-Way Conference. And so, day off for us. Today was a pretty good last day. I woke up so late this morning because I slept later than usual last night. And on top of that, I forgot to set my alarm. So I only got up this morning because I kicked my quilt off the bed and it was cold so I kinda got up to get it and I saw the time. So so late, I tell you.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, fast forward. I got to school and the usual bunch of us played cards again and again. I completely lost my winning streak. I totally had it yesterday and like, won four times in a row. Kar Munn says it was luck. I beg to differ :D Stupid cards are so damn addictive. My most favourite people on earth &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Sarah, Maria and Celine&lt;/span&gt; and I just sat still, eating omelettes and played cards over and over again. Ah. Call us lifeless. We've already been told.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kun and Leon and Waihowe joined us after a while. Kun sucks at card games :P haha. Spent the next two hours or so with Bryan. Walked around and what not. Oh oh. After that, met up with Maria, Nicole, Chien Teng and- Ian at the primary block to get henna done (: And that was when all the retarded doings started. It is all Chien Teng's camera's fault actually. If it wasn't for her camera, we would've been much more civilized. Or so I think. We took such random pictures. We took a lot of 'Salad Fingers, Jeremy Fisher and Marjory Stewart-Baxter' pictures just now. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Credits and hugeee thanks to Nicole Chen :D&lt;/span&gt; We promised to edit in Hubert Cumberdale's face with erm Ian's body x) Good luck with that Jia Shern. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chien Teng is in the midst of sending me the thousand and one pictures. Sooo slow, my God. I could sleep for a century or so and wake up and it still wouldn't be done. So patience yeah. It is going to take a while. I will put them up once I've got them all. I promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. Right now, I have to go and ask Ryan why he is leaving and entertain his and Simon's conversation online :D They are a weird pair but I love them both. Catch you later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;++&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;just want to say that I have had a very eventful school year. No doubt about that. It was fun, though certain parts weren't exactly the happiest bits of my life. I am sorry anyway. For whatever I have done. Whatever mistakes I have made. Whatever accusations I have thrown at anyone without any solid proof. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Maria, Sarah, Celine, Weng Yan, Sonn, Jade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;.. you girls have been with me the entire year and I love you all. I am truly sorry for- yeah, you know what I mean. The class and everything would be so different without you girls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ah. Now all I'm thinking about are the 'what ifs'. You know, what if she hadn't transferred? What if we hadn't fought? What if he hadn't come into the picture? Things right now would be sooo different. I can't even imagine what things would be like. Seriously. I can't even imagine. Anyhow, I'm not complaining about the way things are. I'm rather glad actually. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It's coming to an end. And I swear I will miss each and every one of you. Those who are leaving &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ahem Ryan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; and those who aren't, too :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Love you all for an amazing school year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Now, I just have to sit for PMR next year. Right. Bubble popped. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992300311560711934-4137887736067775410?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/4137887736067775410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/4137887736067775410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/11/counting-down-number-of-minutes-left-to.html' title='Counting down the number of minutes left to go'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-1661271635623867663</id><published>2008-11-13T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:40:16.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's what I do every night</title><content type='html'>You're the last thought in my head before I sleep,&lt;div&gt;And the first in the morning when I wake up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992300311560711934-1661271635623867663?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/1661271635623867663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/1661271635623867663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/11/thats-what-i-do-every-night.html' title='That&apos;s what I do every night'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-2111291197970539453</id><published>2008-11-12T20:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:04:13.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like the red water that comes out</title><content type='html'>Meet- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;US&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shanni &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Salad Fingers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maria &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marjory Stewart-Baxter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chien Teng &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeremy Fisher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jia Shern &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hubert Cumberdale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bahaha. Okay. This is a personal slash inside joke between the four of us. It's so retarded, it'll make you roll your eyes and ignore us. Damn. I shouldn't have deleted out conversations. I will put them here the next time we have one. Which will probably be later tonight. Heh. It's so stupid. Jia Shern is the official &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;King Of Freaks&lt;/span&gt;. He just has problems admitting it. You have issues, Hubert. Psh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'... somewhere over the rainbow.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'... i've got a fish cooking in the over but I just can't reach it.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh. Oh. Did I mention that each one of the three of them have different tastes? Yes, they do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marjory tastes like sunshine dust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Hubert tastes like soot and poo! It makes you cry, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Jeremy taste like- God know what. But it's probably not very good :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tee hee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Oh geez. We are freaks. : /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992300311560711934-2111291197970539453?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/2111291197970539453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/2111291197970539453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-like-red-water-that-comes-out.html' title='I like the red water that comes out'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-2105554446553384440</id><published>2008-11-11T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T23:30:02.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere only we know</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;You all know Demie right, right? (: Stupid question. I know you do. Anyway, she thoroughly insists that I do a 'Dear Demie' post for her. Me being me, gave in and decided to be nice so here I am. I have no idea what I am suppose to write about in this odd letter slash note to her but here goes. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;D E M I E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SRmkwUon_nI/AAAAAAAABoA/-LUkwtGLhik/s1600-h/IMG_4915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SRmkwUon_nI/AAAAAAAABoA/-LUkwtGLhik/s320/IMG_4915.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267422389266284146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SRmkwEGMBGI/AAAAAAAABn4/paEpPLG3H7w/s1600-h/DSC01540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SRmkwEGMBGI/AAAAAAAABn4/paEpPLG3H7w/s320/DSC01540.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267422384826877026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SRmkvndpaKI/AAAAAAAABnw/OZqqdgEOERc/s1600-h/DSC01539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SRmkvndpaKI/AAAAAAAABnw/OZqqdgEOERc/s320/DSC01539.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267422377140644002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SRmkvgIdeMI/AAAAAAAABno/GofyPKDomFU/s1600-h/z141805667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SRmkvgIdeMI/AAAAAAAABno/GofyPKDomFU/s320/z141805667.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267422375172733122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what you expect me to say here but don't kill me if this wasn't what you wanted :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Erm. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Wait, hold that thought, did you want me to do this because you're expecting an apology- is that what this is about?&lt;/span&gt; Boohoo Demie (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I am sorry for erm- let's see. Ooh. I am sorry for saying that I'd call you back after dinner but I didn't call you back. I was doing God knows what. Tee hee. But yes, I sincerely apologize. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay, you can't see me now but I am rolling my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nyahaha. What else, Dems?! What else?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh. Dah laa. There. You're 'Dear Demie' post. Hope you like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you monyet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xx.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992300311560711934-2105554446553384440?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/2105554446553384440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/2105554446553384440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/11/somewhere-only-we-know.html' title='Somewhere only we know'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SRmkwUon_nI/AAAAAAAABoA/-LUkwtGLhik/s72-c/IMG_4915.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-1360462611386683673</id><published>2008-11-10T13:39:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T22:34:26.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The world keeps spinning round and round</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I guess I owe you an apology. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; M A R I A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so so sorry I didn't come to school. I didn't know the date. I completely forgot today was the 10th. I haven't written down the date in like, ages. SORRY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will make it up to you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can't hate me ;P nyahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've done so much for you, you just have to love me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I took his locker name for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I listened VERY, VERY patiently as you droned on and on about him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I played Jason Mraz with you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I went for High School Musical On Ice with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I bought you cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Your card is sitting on my shelf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. I have your picture as my display picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. I'm your bitch (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. I took a picture of -blank- and now that picture is in YOUR PHONE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. .. I can go on, you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, you love me, I love you, everything's settled? Kay. Good. Now, we can both get on with our oh so boring lives. You , alone in school. And me, alone at home. Oh, how an eventful way to spend our 'anniversary'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SRfNmWsUVXI/AAAAAAAABmw/ZSUKp0fTHa4/s1600-h/DSC00026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SRfNmWsUVXI/AAAAAAAABmw/ZSUKp0fTHa4/s320/DSC00026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266904348043269490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SRfNmC2TniI/AAAAAAAABmo/0Vv026T-TAE/s1600-h/DSC01194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SRfNmC2TniI/AAAAAAAABmo/0Vv026T-TAE/s320/DSC01194.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266904342716456482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SRfNlyzuOoI/AAAAAAAABmg/WGRsxL4aEhs/s1600-h/DSC01517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SRfNlyzuOoI/AAAAAAAABmg/WGRsxL4aEhs/s320/DSC01517.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266904338410650242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SRfNlk5piQI/AAAAAAAABmY/Dp8VSxI4IrA/s1600-h/DSC00690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SRfNlk5piQI/AAAAAAAABmY/Dp8VSxI4IrA/s320/DSC00690.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266904334677412098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SRfNlYZGs5I/AAAAAAAABmQ/ByioJXmQmpk/s1600-h/DSC00682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SRfNlYZGs5I/AAAAAAAABmQ/ByioJXmQmpk/s320/DSC00682.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266904331319686034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you, biitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;B R Y A N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry I didn't go to school and personally pass you the jersey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forgive me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;++&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;I've made a lot of mistakes. But today, I feel so bad. I don't know if it's the mood swings or what not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;But today is definitely crap. Thank you for putting up with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;You guys are one in a million. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;I don't know how you do it but I love you. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;[Ediiit]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've got a new Hairspray craze. I've got all the songs in that one soundtrack stuck in my head and it is driving me nuts. I think I'm just going to sit her and rot away and die. Aha. Now, you'd like that, wouldn't you? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;I'm being random because of mood swings so-&lt;/span&gt; Zac Efron is so hot, OMG. His eyes- so &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;. My lunch today was two slice of white bread with ham. I hate my current phone- I want my old one back. Matt, Lam, I want pictures! Oh and I just remembered, SPM officially starts tmr. Crap. All the best fellow form 5's. My sister is so dead. Jia Shern made me watch this sadistic, eerie youtube video last night- I'm surprised I didn't have nightmares and slept right through the night. Bryan, I'm still grounded (: I am grounded- don't know by who, don't know till when, don't know why. All I know is I can't leave the house. Oh, but I just left the house last night to walk to Curve. Does that still mean I'm grounded? Hmm. This just doesn't make sense, does it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm insane. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;OMG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SRfVVEhHAKI/AAAAAAAABnY/1bi6XrN7X4Y/s1600-h/n663239764_428939_438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SRfVVEhHAKI/AAAAAAAABnY/1bi6XrN7X4Y/s320/n663239764_428939_438.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266912847199666338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SRfVU0NlrQI/AAAAAAAABnQ/S0c0LsgInaM/s1600-h/n663239764_428931_7906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SRfVU0NlrQI/AAAAAAAABnQ/S0c0LsgInaM/s320/n663239764_428931_7906.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266912842822823170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss us. Inter-Foundation ballet &amp;amp; Inter tap: Class 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tagged by Nicole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shanni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who is more important to you? Friends or boy/girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why can't I have both? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How often do you think of committing suicide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't, normally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you think you have enough confidence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That depends- on a lot of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How many babies do you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I haven't decided. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Wha t is your goal for this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finish Inter ballet in a year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you believe in eternity love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Erm, what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What's a perfect boy/girlfriend like to you? (List 10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What feeling do you love most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The feeling after a nice, hot shower :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What are the requirements you wish from the other half?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trust and to never think I'm insane no matter what I say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Is there anything you wanna tell the people you hate ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-blank-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I try to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What does flying mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flying is when you're completely free. Free of everything- all your worries, all your doubts. Just everything. It's the most carefree feeling in the world and you can never get sick of it (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you crave for the most currently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chocolate cheesecake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Who's hotter? Chace Crawford or Kevin Peake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chace Crawford is flawless (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Describe the person who tagged you in 5 words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nicole&lt;/span&gt; : lives life her own way :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What have you done to yourself make yourself happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Erm. I don't know. What do you do to make yourself happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. If time were to rewind, when will you want it to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'd rewind to the start of this eventful year. For a lot of reasons- good and bad, both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What are your fear(s)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loud, sudden noises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ghosts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haunted houses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lizards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cockroaches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Annoying, flying, buzzing things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions:&lt;br /&gt;Tag 8 people. List them out at the end of the post. Notify them in their cbox that they've been tagged. Whoever does the tag will have blessings from all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lee Kitt Mun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Liew Demie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saw Mei Yi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tan KyLynn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sheela Ratnam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Megan Chin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sarah Nadira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992300311560711934-1360462611386683673?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/1360462611386683673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/1360462611386683673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/11/world-keeps-spinning-round-and-round.html' title='The world keeps spinning round and round'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SRfNmWsUVXI/AAAAAAAABmw/ZSUKp0fTHa4/s72-c/DSC00026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-999973595980679320</id><published>2008-11-09T19:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T23:26:50.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss me, like you mean it</title><content type='html'>Just a random tag I got from Dine's blog.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hi, my name is: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shanni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can call me: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whatever you usually do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in my life have I: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;been on a cruise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one person who can drive me nuts is: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My high school is: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;like nothing I could've ever imagined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I’m nervous: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I bit my lip and my nails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last song I listened to was:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 'I Want You' by Third Eye Blind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to get married right now it would be to: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the perfect guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a lot longer than it was the beginning of this eventful year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 4: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I had sleepovers with my best friend :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Christmas: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I got a Sudoku book from my aunt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;going out rather than sitting here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look down I see: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desperate Housewives Season 4 (: nyeh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happiest recent moment was: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;simply talking to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a character on ‘Friends’: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would be Phoebe. So carefree she is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a hard time understanding: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are these girls: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whom I've known since I was two and I still love them so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I won an award, the first person I would tell would be: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to buy: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a new acoustic guitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you plan to go during Chinese New Year?: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Right where I am now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you spent the night at my house: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we'd be up all night watching Friends reruns. x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world could do better without: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a whole lot of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most recent thing I’ve bought myself: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;new black pencil eyeliner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most recent thing someone else bought me: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a red rose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My middle name is: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning I: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never say things that make any sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stayed up, surfing the net.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s this guy I know: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whom I think about all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was an animal I’d be an: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eagle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A better name for me would be: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I like my name actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;going to school. Joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I feel: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;great but tired and bored in a way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ometime in October. Go figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Feel free, whoever who wants to do this. It kills time, really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Take my word for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;++&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Ediiit]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Calista tagged me, too. Thank you (: You make me happy by just giving me something to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tee hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;1. Pick up the nearest book.&lt;br /&gt;2. Open to page 123.&lt;br /&gt;3. Find the fifth sentence.&lt;br /&gt;4. Post the next one/two/three sentences.&lt;br /&gt;5. Tag five people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nearest book to me is the one I'm reading: '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;The Cupid Effect'&lt;/span&gt; by Dorothy Koomson. It's a really erm- how do I put it- a not entirely captivating and interesting book but what the hell.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;'Up, to lads who wanted sex on week nights, who didn't tuck their jumpers into their trousers and who could watch telly in silence for a little bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Except, it didn't work like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;The blokes I met were after a free therapist or were psychopaths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;It was on or the other, nothing in between.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt; Maria Liyana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt; Mei Yi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt; Demie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt; Chien Teng&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt; Sonia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992300311560711934-999973595980679320?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/999973595980679320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/999973595980679320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/11/kiss-me-like-you-mean-it.html' title='Kiss me, like you mean it'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-3165550319134861914</id><published>2008-11-09T19:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T19:13:48.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take one step back and relax</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Okay. Let's just say today was a more productive day than yesterday was. And to quote that, I finished Desperate Housewives Season 4. It is so good. You have to watch it. If you have a great sense of humour, then I swear it'll make you laugh. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SRbFx16UTeI/AAAAAAAABk4/atIrqjWZwjo/s1600-h/desperate-housewives-promo4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SRbFx16UTeI/AAAAAAAABk4/atIrqjWZwjo/s320/desperate-housewives-promo4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266614274332315106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. I suppose today wasn't as productive as I claim it to be, but hey, it was a way better day than it was yesterday. I'm out.&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/992300311560711934-3165550319134861914?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/3165550319134861914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/3165550319134861914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/11/take-one-step-back-and-relax.html' title='Take one step back and relax'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SRbFx16UTeI/AAAAAAAABk4/atIrqjWZwjo/s72-c/desperate-housewives-promo4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-5543229495852885344</id><published>2008-11-08T18:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T19:21:50.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, did you hear me say?</title><content type='html'>Okay. I'm a bit bored and lifeless right now. Excuse me. But seriously, there is absolutely nothing to do here. Godddd. The only thing one can do right now to kill time is sleep. And apparently, sleeping a lot makes your brain inactive.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; Lam told me that.&lt;/span&gt; So, sleeping's scratched out of the list. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Want to know what I've been doing the entire day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Don't scream at me if this bores you entirely. Like I said, excuse me :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched Obama's amazingly, unbelievable &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;victory speech.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched Vanessa Hudgens talk about how &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Zac Efron&lt;/span&gt; is a good kisser on Ellen DeGeneres.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched Taylor Swift talk about her &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;break up &lt;/span&gt;with Joe Jonas on Ellen DeGeneres.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched Third Eye Blind's music video of '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Semi-Charmed Life'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched numerous &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Jim Carrey Saturday Night Liv&lt;/span&gt;e comedies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;'Just Stand Up'&lt;/span&gt; live performance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I looked for wallpapers of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;hot celebrities&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I searched for the lyrics to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;'Little Things'&lt;/span&gt; by Colbie Caillat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I searched &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Demie's blog&lt;/span&gt; for pictures from last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;attempted&lt;/span&gt; to sleep but failed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, I'm doing- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;THIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Cute Monster Says About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogthings.cachefly.net/thecutemonstertest/monster-5.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are a deep, thoughtful, down to earth person. You don't put much stock in appearances.&lt;br /&gt;You are never superficial or flippant. You take time in life to study, learn, and get to know people well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You inner demon is laziness. You can get so caught up in your own world that you neglect everything around you.&lt;br /&gt;People think you're cute because you're intelligent. Your wit and wisdom are charming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;div id="displayresult" style="font: normal normal normal 0.8em/1.3em Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Lemon Poppy Seed Muffin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogthings.cachefly.net/whatkindofmuffinareyouquiz/lemonpoppyseed.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are smart, sophisticated, and savvy.&lt;br /&gt;You love taking risks, and you are the first to know about new trends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are curious about the world and tend to have many interests.&lt;br /&gt;You also are very talented. It sometimes seems like you are good at everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very social and inclusive. You'll be friends with anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Even though you're very cultured, you're not a snob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="displayresult" style="font: normal normal normal 0.8em/1.3em Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;div id="displayresult" style="font: normal normal normal 0.8em/1.3em Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 59% Perfectionist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogthings.cachefly.net/areyouaperfectionistquiz/perfectionist-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No one would call you a perfectionist, but you definitely have a side of you that strives to be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Try to see your mistakes as learning experiences, and don't be so hard on yourself when you screw up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="displayresult" style="font: normal normal normal 0.8em/1.3em Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Love of Gummi Bears Says About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogthings.cachefly.net/whatdoesyourfavoritecandysayaboutyouquiz/gummibears.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are a total goofball. You can't help but be silly most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;In your opinion, life is way too short to be taken all that seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love playing pranks and telling jokes. You live to make people laugh.&lt;br /&gt;You the type most likely to play with your food before you eat it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="displayresult" style="font: normal normal normal 0.8em/1.3em Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Candy Corn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogthings.cachefly.net/whathalloweentreatareyouquiz/candycorn.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your Halloween personality is whimsical, colorful, and creative.&lt;br /&gt;You see Halloween as a time to get your creative juices flowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each year, Halloween can't start soon enough for you.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to go all out for Halloween. You decorate like crazy and always dress up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="displayresult" style="font: normal normal normal 0.8em/1.3em Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Keep Things Chill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogthings.cachefly.net/areyouathrillseekerquiz/thrill-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For you, the whole adrenaline thing is totally over rated. You'll take safety over an emergency room trip.&lt;br /&gt;You save thrills for other people. You even get a little sick thinking about skydiving or bungee jumping.&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't mean you don't break out of your comfort zone. You just don't stray too far from it.&lt;br /&gt;Your idea of a thrill is traveling to a new city that's totally safe ... or trying out a new restaurant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh oh, this one is funny. The title of this quiz is, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;WHAT PICK UP LINE WILL GET YOU A MAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is my result. Nyahaha :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Pick Up Line Is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogthings.cachefly.net/whatpickuplinewillgetyouamanquiz/flirty.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;See my friend over there? She wants to know if you think I'm cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Pickup Line Is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogthings.cachefly.net/themagicalpickuplinegenerator/pickup.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hey... I might not be the cutest one here... but I am the only one talking to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There were two different quizzes of nearly the same. So yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Funny pick up lines for a girl, don't you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hmm, whether I'd use them someday is beyond me right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;More to go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;God, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; to get a life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Should Spend Your Summer in the City&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogthings.cachefly.net/whereshouldyouspendyoursummerquiz/city.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're a trooper, and the summer heat doesn't really get to you.&lt;br /&gt;So you rather stay in the city, where you can sip iced lattes and go to midnight movies.&lt;br /&gt;Forget the beach! You rather be where the good restaurants and stores are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;div id="displayresult" style="font: normal normal normal 0.8em/1.3em Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Makeup Look Is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogthings.cachefly.net/whatsyoursignaturemakeuplookquiz/punk-glam-eyes.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Punk Glam Eyes&lt;br /&gt;You're the perfect mix of rock and roll meets glamour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, okay. I'm done. You can stop whining and complaining now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's what you get for being stuck at home the whole day and not being able to sleep even though you're extremely and insanely tired and exhausted from four freakin' hours of ballet and only less than seven hours of sleep the previous night. Okay, I'll stop now. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;xx. Love you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992300311560711934-5543229495852885344?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/5543229495852885344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/5543229495852885344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/11/well-did-you-hear-me-say.html' title='Well, did you hear me say?'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-3877434218834723570</id><published>2008-11-08T16:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T16:30:45.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey baby, hey baby, look around.</title><content type='html'>I am completely out of my blogging phase. I don't know why. For various reasons, I guess. Blah. Or maybe it's just because I have absolutely nothing to say. Yeah, maybe that's why. But that doesn't mean I'm completely blank. No. When I say that I have nothing to say, I don't mean it literally. I mean it this way- I have nothing to say to the entire public. Yeah. That's better. Some things are better kept in. Be it good things or bad. A little piece of advice, don't whisper behind someone's back. Karma always gets back to you babe. What goes around comes around and you know it &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;++&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I quote :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The little things that you do to me are taking me over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I wanna show ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Everything inside of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Like, a crazy heart that's nervous beating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;My feet are stuck here, against the pavement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I wanna break free, I wanna make it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Closer to your eyes, get your attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Before you pass me by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992300311560711934-3877434218834723570?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/3877434218834723570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/3877434218834723570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey-baby-hey-baby-look-around.html' title='Hey baby, hey baby, look around.'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-2622392709792561063</id><published>2008-10-31T19:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T19:17:30.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're only one day away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's the 31st today and the 1st tomorrow. &lt;div&gt;Oh wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Sweet Sixteenth Dems :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SQrpGKDbeKI/AAAAAAAABkA/1J7dAovJH_8/s1600-h/z141805667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SQrpGKDbeKI/AAAAAAAABkA/1J7dAovJH_8/s320/z141805667.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263275406523070626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you- for a moment- think I've forgotten, you're wrong, because I haven't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you for being there when I needed someone to talk to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I appreciate it really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You know you can talk to me about anything right? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm always here- even if you need to call me to rant about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what date Twilight is showing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who is staring in Reaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how Twilight is much better than Harry Potter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm rolling my eyes as I list down all the things you aimlessly call me for (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;See how I love you dems? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me love you monyet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ahh. I'm in debt of a lot of birthday posts. Forgive me, I have no internet- still. It's annoying actually. I'll get it soon, I promise. In the meantime, I do still remember your birthdays okay. (: Just because I don't have a birthday post up for you, it doesn't mean that I've completely forgotten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;++&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Pst. Thank you for being around. I love you baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992300311560711934-2622392709792561063?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/2622392709792561063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/2622392709792561063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/10/were-only-one-day-away.html' title='We&apos;re only one day away'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SQrpGKDbeKI/AAAAAAAABkA/1J7dAovJH_8/s72-c/z141805667.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-3013699256622432897</id><published>2008-10-25T09:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T09:57:47.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I had one wish, I would..</title><content type='html'>Gosh. Sorry. It's been such a hectic week. And as you all know, I lack an internet connection at home. Gaah. So now I'm here at Dancesteps using the internet. Tee hee (: I swear, Dancesteps is so cool and upgraded now. I'm sitting here waiting for Ems to come. That looooser. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, can I just say something? I feel somewhat good but I also feel somewhat bad. It's like a mixture of those two really contradicting emotions. And it makes me feel like crap. But thank you all for everything. I'm not going to elaborate- I've learned that keeping certain things to myself is probably for the best. Even though it sucks to keep it all in but sometimes you just have to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and just so the few of you who know- know, I've apologized to my brother :D Yes, I said i was sorry for screaming at him. Haha. It was funny considering he had no idea what I was talking about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shea and I are the laziest people around. We were occupied with unpacking all our shoes last night. It was late- nearly eleven plus and there were mosquitoes and annoying insects all over the place. And it was so hot, gah. So we decided that if we throw a few pair of shoes out, no one will notice right? I mean, its not as though everyone in the house wears every single pair of shoes we own. Out of the hundreds of pairs we own- or less than that- we probably only wear two or three pairs each. So yeah. Not like anyone will noticed if fifty pairs or so of shoes are missing and gone. Haha. Just so you know, we didn't throw them all out in the end. We actually sat there for quite awhile and cleaned the whole mess up. Mm. But my point is that it's a natural human instinct to take the easy way out instead of gritting it and yeah. You get my drift. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blah. Ohkay. That was a very random post. I just miss typing out whatever I feel like typing without being judged by others. Life was once a simple thing, wasn't it? Now it's so screwed up, it's nearly unbelievable &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/992300311560711934-3013699256622432897?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/3013699256622432897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/3013699256622432897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/10/if-i-had-one-wish-i-would.html' title='If I had one wish, I would..'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-8376349334807760104</id><published>2008-10-14T16:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T16:55:10.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We've got a long way more to go and I'm already dreading it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I know three different people whose birthdays are today. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;HAPPY 6TH BIRTHDAY SARA SWEETIE! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I love youuu and I'm sorry I didn't get you a present like you asked for (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Tee hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I love stying up till late at night talking to you about everything. Two reasons:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;One, because you're only six and I can ramble on and on about whatever and you won't understand a single word- it's funny. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Two, because you're only six, when you answer me, it makes absolutely no sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Anyhow, I love you :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SPRdjVqHZjI/AAAAAAAABi4/R9GTbpdq8SM/s1600-h/DSC00760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SPRdjVqHZjI/AAAAAAAABi4/R9GTbpdq8SM/s320/DSC00760.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256929526738806322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;HAPPY 15TH BIRTHDAY MEI YI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;We're not extremely close but you're still a great friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;We go back two years- since the beginning of cheer and we've had so much fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Thank you for everything, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;flowerhorn&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Loves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SPRdjhBi90I/AAAAAAAABjA/FVvIRFAhagg/s1600-h/DSC00027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SPRdjhBi90I/AAAAAAAABjA/FVvIRFAhagg/s320/DSC00027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256929529789871938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And.. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;gosh, a long list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;HAPPY SWEET 16TH LEENA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sorry we don't have a picture but have a great one okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, exams started today. Psh. I got up at 2 in the morning to study science. My parents thought I was insane- maybe, I was. But I had to study. Gosh. Stupid, stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have to go study. Have all three languages tomorrow and I am officially screwed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Joy..&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/992300311560711934-8376349334807760104?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/8376349334807760104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/8376349334807760104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/10/weve-got-long-way-more-to-go-and-im.html' title='We&apos;ve got a long way more to go and I&apos;m already dreading it'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SPRdjVqHZjI/AAAAAAAABi4/R9GTbpdq8SM/s72-c/DSC00760.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-4604576623023878382</id><published>2008-10-13T16:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T17:09:40.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another year is gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Thank you all for the birthday wishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People whom I didn’t expect to wish me wished me sharp at twelve. Some even called. Shocking really because like I said, I didn’t think anyone would remember. Anyhow, you all did and I love you guys so much. I want to cry :D&lt;br /&gt;Thank you...&lt;br /&gt;Bryan, Maria, Sarah, Celine, Matt, Jade, Weng Yan, Sonn, Tasha , Emms, Thalia, Sheela, Shawn, Peter, Demie, Dao Ming, Car, Wen Jun, Jessie, Jason, Ben, Brian, Jia Shern, Lam, Jodi, Arsey, James, Kor kor, Jasmine, Suet, Kitt, KyLynn, Elisa, Nabihah, Kim, Paul, Ai Hong, Pui Theng, Naa and everyone else (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I haven’t mentioned your name, I’m sorry. I woke up this morning remembering that I had my modern exam. I completely forget it was my birthday until i looked at my phone and saw 16 messages! Boy, was I shocked. Haha. I love you guys for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MARIA:&lt;/strong&gt; Omg, I love you bitch. For everything. That message took me like, one bloody hour to read but I read it over and over again. Marital status hmm? Me love you and am sooo glad you’re my best friend. &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;++&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Ediiit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you everyone- for the text messages, calls, birthday wishes on Facebook and Friendster, oh and on my blog, too :D I really appreciated it. I had a great day. Honestly, and to think I thought no one would remember. I love you all (x1000000)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;++&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My retard of a best friend sent my a damnnnnn long text message at FOUR in the morning when she woke up to go to the toilet. How very thoughtful. But the message is hilarious- I just have to put it up here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;(warning: this message will contain major corny content :P but I'm afraid corny chan takes the prize of ultimate corny-ness)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY RABBIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;YOU'RE THE BESTEST BEST FRIEND ANYONE COULD'VE ASKED FOR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;IT'S 3 AM IN THE MORNING SO DON'T EXPECT THIS TO MAKE ANY SENSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;I AM SORRY YOUR BIRTHDAY ISN'T GOING TO BE YOUR BEST BIRTHDAY YET BUT WE WILL MAKE THE MOST OF IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;MY EYES ARE HURTING TYPING THIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;HAVE FUN WITH THE CARROTS BITCH :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;me love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;i will always be by your side xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;thank you for taking the blame if i ever sound like a stalker to THE IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;thank you for taking his locker name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;thank you for not getting frustrated when i complain about THE IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;thank you for listening when you clearly have your own problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;thank you for the cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;thank you for the pretty pictures you did for both of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;thank you for letting me be your best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;i am sorry for everything that has happened in the past year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;and good luck for your modern exam and your finals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;don't let BODY CONTACT girl bring you down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;'cause she's not as cool as you are, ichijho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;you will forever be a 'void' in my heart xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;-YOUR DARLING LOVER, MARIA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;(confirm our marital status on Facebook bitch!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;lots of love, xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;told you this message isn't going to make any sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;OMG. I read this and cried (: I love you Maria. For everything. For the weirdo card you got me. For being there when SURGICAL HOTTIE became a SURGICAL JERK. The list goes on. Thank you. So so much. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I love you, bestfriend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SPRhkmPEwyI/AAAAAAAABjI/-Ni-zbM_iRg/s1600-h/DSC00815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SPRhkmPEwyI/AAAAAAAABjI/-Ni-zbM_iRg/s320/DSC00815.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256933946415170338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992300311560711934-4604576623023878382?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/4604576623023878382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/4604576623023878382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-year-is-gone.html' title='Another year is gone'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SPRhkmPEwyI/AAAAAAAABjI/-Ni-zbM_iRg/s72-c/DSC00815.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-1060016132740387598</id><published>2008-10-12T14:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T15:02:40.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just want to cry myself to sleep</title><content type='html'>I am so disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me i will do well- because you don't know that. &lt;br /&gt;Don't assure me that I did fine- I was there, you weren't. And I didn't do THAT fine.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know if I did okay!&lt;br /&gt;I want to cry myself to sleep. Full stop. &lt;br /&gt;Gaah.&lt;br /&gt;This is so disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;I am a disappointment. God.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992300311560711934-1060016132740387598?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/1060016132740387598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/1060016132740387598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-just-want-to-cry-myself-to-sleep.html' title='I just want to cry myself to sleep'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-2569864439689756811</id><published>2008-10-11T15:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T15:08:29.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's too late to apologize.</title><content type='html'>Blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stressing out over stoooopid finals. And plus, I have my tap &amp; modern tomorrow and the day after. I'm going insane and out of my mind. Gaah. I don't feel like blogging. I just feel like posting up these few pictures. We took them yesterday in school when we were supposedly rearranging tables. I really want to get it all over and down with. Then we can all go out, laugh all we want and swear all you like :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SPBQER_Bb3I/AAAAAAAABhw/Tjx1rLI1Oxg/s1600-h/DSC00800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SPBQER_Bb3I/AAAAAAAABhw/Tjx1rLI1Oxg/s320/DSC00800.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255788799618805618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SPBQEWTb-nI/AAAAAAAABh4/aMmavbvdm60/s1600-h/DSC00811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SPBQEWTb-nI/AAAAAAAABh4/aMmavbvdm60/s320/DSC00811.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255788800778173042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SPBQETjXDlI/AAAAAAAABiA/clqMkZzPRpA/s1600-h/DSC00812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SPBQETjXDlI/AAAAAAAABiA/clqMkZzPRpA/s320/DSC00812.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255788800039652946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SPBQElPjBUI/AAAAAAAABiI/o1j8_TVMca8/s1600-h/DSC00813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SPBQElPjBUI/AAAAAAAABiI/o1j8_TVMca8/s320/DSC00813.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255788804788389186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SPBQXy9okSI/AAAAAAAABiY/74W-i9Ed6s0/s1600-h/DSC00815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SPBQXy9okSI/AAAAAAAABiY/74W-i9Ed6s0/s320/DSC00815.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255789134888866082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SPBQX-eB2HI/AAAAAAAABig/cNtcKZ6IakU/s1600-h/DSC00816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SPBQX-eB2HI/AAAAAAAABig/cNtcKZ6IakU/s320/DSC00816.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255789137977530482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SPBQYSlv_nI/AAAAAAAABio/K9yjYqbuBSI/s1600-h/DSC00817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SPBQYSlv_nI/AAAAAAAABio/K9yjYqbuBSI/s320/DSC00817.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255789143378624114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SPBQYcIqyCI/AAAAAAAABiw/nx66sDDhMFQ/s1600-h/DSC00818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SPBQYcIqyCI/AAAAAAAABiw/nx66sDDhMFQ/s320/DSC00818.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255789145941002274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Ahaha, priceless (;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for our girl's night out. I need one so badly ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992300311560711934-2569864439689756811?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/2569864439689756811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/2569864439689756811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-too-late-to-apologize.html' title='It&apos;s too late to apologize.'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SPBQER_Bb3I/AAAAAAAABhw/Tjx1rLI1Oxg/s72-c/DSC00800.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-5726203308889151831</id><published>2008-10-08T23:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T00:02:31.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahem I was blinded from the start</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I had a dream- she argued with him and they broke up. I was there. Unintentionally, of course. It was so sudden. She kept saying it wasn't working out and blah blah. I felt somewhat sorry for him. And for her, too. I'm sure there was another, more valid reason to why she dumped him but oh well. Guess I'll never know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, it's just a dream. Right?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;++&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister- cannot tell stories for shit. I swear. She sucks. There is no way you'd understand a word she's is trying to say. Trust me on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Shea&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;font color="indigo"&gt;Shanni&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Okay. I watched 'Up Close &amp; Dangerous last night.&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="indigo"&gt;Oh really?&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Mm yeah. And the animals on the show are real scary okay.&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="indigo"&gt;Like what?&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;There were 3 animals- a bull, an elephant and...&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;-pause-&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="indigo"&gt;The third animal?&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Erm, I forgot. Could you like, name a few animals and I'll try to remember as you name them? :D&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="indigo"&gt;WTF. Hahaha.&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was just one of our conversations last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;The polar bear was damn effin' scary. There were two guys- kay, let's call them &lt;b&gt;ABU&lt;/B&gt; and &lt;b&gt;ABI&lt;/b&gt;. Abu was driving the truck and Abi was on skis.&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="indigo"&gt;Mm -continues texting-&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Shanni are you listening?&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="indigo"&gt;Wha- oh yeah. I am.&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Okay. &lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;-pause-&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="indigo"&gt;You were saying?&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;-pause to think-&lt;br /&gt;Erm, who was driving the truck again?&lt;br /&gt;Abu or Abi?&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="indigo"&gt;HAHAHAH :D&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh. (: My sister acts all brave and tough all the time but inside she really is a real scaredy-cat :D She was lying on my bed yesterday. Halfway through what she was saying, she sat up and was about to do this huge hand gesture. When she sat up, she accidentally pulled the curtain wide open and so I found myself staring at a dark, black window. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="indigo"&gt;Shit, Shea there's someone behind you outside the window.&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;-dives into the pillow and buries her face under it-&lt;br /&gt;Oh fcuk you laa Shanni.&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="indigo"&gt;-grins and laughs-&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was expecting a loud shriek or something like that but she just swore. x) It was effin' hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;She said she knew I was kidding and she tried not to be the least bit scared but she couldn't help it and so, in the midst of trying not to be scared, she swore at me and it came out all funny 'cause she was actually really scared :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm eviiil. I know. But she's my sister.&lt;br /&gt;Tee hee hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992300311560711934-5726203308889151831?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/5726203308889151831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/5726203308889151831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/10/ahem-i-was-blinded-from-start.html' title='Ahem I was blinded from the start'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-813405011533445096</id><published>2008-10-07T16:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T21:44:21.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It feels so good, I want to do it again</title><content type='html'>Before I go on to what happened today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;LIVERPOOL IS THE BOMB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SOtTccbSbHI/AAAAAAAABfw/1nc6DHDbwBY/s1600-h/liverpool-fc-crest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SOtTccbSbHI/AAAAAAAABfw/1nc6DHDbwBY/s320/liverpool-fc-crest.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254385138389904498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg. If you watched the Man City and Liverpool match, then you'd know what I'm talking about. I'm too lazy to drone on and on about what happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SOtTcaFpGkI/AAAAAAAABf4/sn9LmJpzUyc/s1600-h/fernando-torres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SOtTcaFpGkI/AAAAAAAABf4/sn9LmJpzUyc/s320/fernando-torres.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254385137762245186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Torres is a legend x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Today- like every other Tuesday- was a really slow and boring day. I swear. The only fun part was when we were in the library and Maria was going on and on about the whole, "Ew, look behind you." and then, "double ew." We were laughing so hard. It is hard to explain. I almost choked. It was a library right and we were suppose to be quiet. But I was laughing so hard, I cried and mind you, it is so damn hard to try and not laugh out loud when you are bursting with laughter. It gives you the whole choking feeling. I needed to get out of the place just so I could laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, also something about AHEM spitting into Maria's hair :D omg omg. Hilarious. I just wanted to die of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour later though, that feleing died and I don't know why. Lunch was dreadful. Psh. Boring and, yeah plain boooooring. Mm. Here's where it got a little ineteresting. We were having KH and I was busy hand-sewing that stupid piece of cloth when suddenly the guard comes to the door. I knew what he had wasn't for me so I didnt bother to look up. But, but- then, Ms Michelle called my name and when I looked up she was holding a huggeeeee helium balloon that read, "Have a rockin' birthday!" and Hersey's Chocolates. I was like WTF. There was a card but no name. I recognised the writing though and the first thing I said was, "OMFG. My mom." :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, my immature, childish mom sent my a freakin' big balloon and chocolates- as a joke, I presume. Haha. Laugh all you want- you haven't heard the rest of it yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The balloon- sings. Yup, you read right, it sings. S-I-N-G-S. Some version of a happy birthday song. Aha. It was such an embarrassment but oh well, she's my mom. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you mommy and thank you. For everything.&lt;br /&gt;(: I just want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;++&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaaah. I miss you and my internet isn't working right and I've no phone. &lt;br /&gt;Could things get any worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out.&lt;br /&gt;Had an a-okay day actually. :D&lt;br /&gt;Love you mommy. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;[Ediiit]&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just reading blogs. Okay I know I'm suppose to be studying right or something but omg, studying gets boring after a while. Don't deny it, you know it does. Anyway, like I was saying, I was reading blogs. Random people's blogs and I happen to come across- this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last thing, shanni ah shanni. Bryan and bryan. Congratulation . . . :D hahahhahahahahahhahahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;So cute :D :D :D &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG Jessie. Whaaaaat is that, really?&lt;br /&gt;(;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;++&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a long story but- yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY TO SARA &amp;&amp; ME :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SOtlu5F9XoI/AAAAAAAABgA/F6yQOCjUSsM/s1600-h/DSC00753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SOtlu5F9XoI/AAAAAAAABgA/F6yQOCjUSsM/s320/DSC00753.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254405246532017794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SOtluxh_t7I/AAAAAAAABgI/ZJ3UMBIaPeg/s1600-h/DSC00754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SOtluxh_t7I/AAAAAAAABgI/ZJ3UMBIaPeg/s320/DSC00754.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254405244502128562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SOtlvBnZWQI/AAAAAAAABgQ/4phyx655r9A/s1600-h/DSC00755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SOtm_dNlKFI/AAAAAAAABgw/gGY-6zJ3LsI/s320/DSC00763.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254406630617196626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SOtm_iAk1FI/AAAAAAAABg4/gcpGfN9_MbU/s1600-h/DSC00766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SOtm_iAk1FI/AAAAAAAABg4/gcpGfN9_MbU/s320/DSC00766.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254406631904826450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SOtm_ssp6rI/AAAAAAAABhA/rpb-zx_9T08/s1600-h/DSC00767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SOtm_ssp6rI/AAAAAAAABhA/rpb-zx_9T08/s320/DSC00767.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254406634774063794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SOtm_hbyWDI/AAAAAAAABhI/9_4dsqc9X9Q/s1600-h/DSC00769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SOtm_hbyWDI/AAAAAAAABhI/9_4dsqc9X9Q/s320/DSC00769.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254406631750522930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SOtncgm4BeI/AAAAAAAABhQ/DksRhAUExwk/s1600-h/DSC00772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SOtncgm4BeI/AAAAAAAABhQ/DksRhAUExwk/s320/DSC00772.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254407129744803298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SOtnc6onzbI/AAAAAAAABhY/IAptI0g7L8Y/s1600-h/DSC00776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SOtnc6onzbI/AAAAAAAABhY/IAptI0g7L8Y/s320/DSC00776.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254407136731450802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SOtnc1-sT6I/AAAAAAAABhg/tcmw3XyV8SA/s1600-h/DSC00777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SOtnc1-sT6I/AAAAAAAABhg/tcmw3XyV8SA/s320/DSC00777.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254407135481843618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SOtnc5w_GbI/AAAAAAAABho/1-qLadYqeg4/s1600-h/DSC00780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SOtnc5w_GbI/AAAAAAAABho/1-qLadYqeg4/s320/DSC00780.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254407136498096562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm. Cake was good (: &lt;br /&gt;Ahaha. Oh well. Like I said, what a day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992300311560711934-813405011533445096?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/813405011533445096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/813405011533445096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-feels-so-good-i-want-to-do-it-again.html' title='It feels so good, I want to do it again'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SOtTccbSbHI/AAAAAAAABfw/1nc6DHDbwBY/s72-c/liverpool-fc-crest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-1646544747821410210</id><published>2008-10-05T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T15:23:31.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm counting on you.</title><content type='html'>OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;size="5"&gt;STOP, STOP TALKING TO MY SISTER.&lt;/size&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TALK TO MEEEE&lt;br /&gt;(;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992300311560711934-1646544747821410210?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/1646544747821410210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/1646544747821410210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-counting-on-you.html' title='I&apos;m counting on you.'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-4939807456134881856</id><published>2008-10-05T14:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T15:17:20.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's only your lullaby that will make me sleep</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been locked out before?&lt;br /&gt;Of your house, I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got home from 3 and half tiring hours of dance. I was going to go inside the house when the door wouldn't budge. After fidgeting with the handle, I realized it was locked. So, I reached into my bag for my phone to call my sister so she could unlock it and let me in. But nooo, guess what? Phone was dead. Completely dead. Not like, out-of-battery dead. It is DEAD. Like, it DIED. Anyway, that's besides the point. So yeah, like I was saying I couldn't call my sister. I was contemplating on whether to scream at the top of lungs so someone would hear me and let me in but no, I decided against it. Bad idea. So, instead, I went around to the back. The back door was locked, too. Tough luck. But the windows were open (; so yes, I climbed in through the windows. My maid was in the kitchen and she saw me enter through the windows and gave me the whole wtf look. I was like, "the front door was locked." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha. Climbing through the windows is fun. Especially when no one knows you're doing it. It makes you feel all mysterious-like and as though you're up to something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, did I mention, PHONE IS DEAD. Omg. What am I going to do without my phone? I'm trying to think of what excuse to use when I tell my parents. Not that I really need an excuse 'cause it just shut off, just like that. But still, a backup excuse won't do anyone any harm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or so I think : /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Last night, the moon was in the shape of a crescent. Did you notice? Well, I noticed for some reason. And I told Bryan that. And apparently, it's not a crescent to him- it's called the C moon. Or something like that. (: Aha. I said that the original name was crescent. Then, he said something along the words of, " a crescent moon is C, a half moon is D, full moon would be an O (I think). And then it goes backwards. From being an O, to a D, to a C and then... BACKSPACE." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, "what? Backspace?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said something about it being the same as typing on a keyboard. 'Backspace' would kinda be nothing, right? And so yeah, when ther is no moon, it's called BACKSPACE. Hahaha. I laughed so hard. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh. Then then, we talked about the sky being sort of a Pacman game. The moon would be Pacman. The stars would be those things that it eats, you know those tiny things. The clouds would be those random ghosts that chase Pacman around :D And then I said the 'power up' things would the comets. Aha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also something about eating Koko Krunch with chocolate milk. I said it was good. It is ohkay! He said it was like having chocolate with chocolate. Strawberry with strawberry milk. Then came durian with durian milk. Ahaha. He said if you fed a cow durians, you'd get durian milk. [Okay this next part is utterly morbid and gross. Just a warning.] And if you fed a cow humen flesh or something, you'd milk out blood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did that last sentence make you stop and want to shriek and run? Mm. I totally get it if you do because I freaked when he said that. Omg omg omg. Milk blood? Eek. And get this, he went on about some person's hand coming out of some person's stomach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT IS SIMPLY DISTURBING.&lt;br /&gt;It could easily give you nightmares x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept going, " uhck, omg. Stop it. Enough. Gross. That is so disturbing.." blah blah blah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said to shut up. I'll stop here now. The rest of the conversation is- for me to know (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;++&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. This is one long blog post. Well, it was an interesting conversation we had last night and I just had to blog about it (: I think I'm gonna go now. I've spent too much time on here and too little time drowning myself in my books. Ahck. I have to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little countdown to a hectic week ahead:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In..&lt;br /&gt;4 days - RAD Ballet Inter Found Examination&lt;br /&gt;7 days - ISTD Inter Tap Examination&lt;br /&gt;8 days -  ISTD Grade 6 Modern Examination &amp;&amp; happy birthday to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow. In slightly over a weeks time, I will be an Inter ballerina, an Advanced Tapper and an Inter Modern dancer.. Whoopsiedoo &lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay. I'm out.&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992300311560711934-4939807456134881856?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/4939807456134881856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/4939807456134881856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-only-your-lullaby-that-will-make-me.html' title='It&apos;s only your lullaby that will make me sleep'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-748529268298375528</id><published>2008-10-04T15:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:01:26.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the back of my mind, I can't help but question</title><content type='html'>I feel exceptionally great today :D although a bit tired and sleepy and deprived of sleep thanks to a certain someone who woke me up at 3 in the morning and had me talk to him and keep him company for a solid hour and a half. It was a crazy night okay. OMG, you. Really. The things I do for you. I couldn't wake up this morning and last night- or morning, for that matter- I was texting with one eye closed. Ahaha. Anyways, after half an hour of literally begging for permission to sleep, I slept. Gosh. It was a long night- but it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt like a dream when I woke up though. It didn't seem real, but apparently it was. Aha. Well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm. I feel so light-headed. It's a nice feeling. I don't know why or what triggered this feeling but yes, I do feel so carefree right now. I'm sick and tired of doing effin' science. Stupid, stupid finals. Bah. Instead, I've been banging at the piano keys and playing random notes and songs. It's fun, fun, fun, really :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh. I also just realized that my MAJOR ballet exam is in five days. Yeah, only five days away. So that means, I'll be skipping school on Thursday. Then, right after that, that Sunday, I have my INTER tap exam. Not so worried about that. On and the next day, Monday, I have my modern exam. What the eff, right? I have all three major exams in a period of five days. On top of that, finals. Talk about great planning and timing. Psh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And before I go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SOc-i3wrJbI/AAAAAAAABfE/wG1t96EGx48/s1600-h/DSC01456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SOc-i3wrJbI/AAAAAAAABfE/wG1t96EGx48/s320/DSC01456.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253236259155551666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SOc-KYvc6-I/AAAAAAAABe8/LWRw9R6_wj4/s1600-h/Bunny%27s%2BMeds%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SOc-KYvc6-I/AAAAAAAABe8/LWRw9R6_wj4/s320/Bunny%27s%2BMeds%2B002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253235838512065506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;HAPPY FOURTEENTH BIRTHDAY SONN (:&lt;/font size&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being an awesone friend and for being there when all that crap happened.&lt;br /&gt;I owe you big time.&lt;br /&gt;Me love you long time Sonnnn&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie doke. I'm off&lt;br /&gt;: D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992300311560711934-748529268298375528?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/748529268298375528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/748529268298375528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-back-of-my-mind-i-cant-help-but.html' title='In the back of my mind, I can&apos;t help but question'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SOc-i3wrJbI/AAAAAAAABfE/wG1t96EGx48/s72-c/DSC01456.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-6133811659769321886</id><published>2008-10-03T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T14:38:14.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing you a birthday song :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SOhgjfoHhCI/AAAAAAAABfQ/VU-1SzShfx4/s1600-h/Bunny%27s%2BMeds%2B036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SOhgjfoHhCI/AAAAAAAABfQ/VU-1SzShfx4/s320/Bunny%27s%2BMeds%2B036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253555128229135394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SOhgjZfQ1KI/AAAAAAAABfY/zHckrvxJVOs/s1600-h/Bunny%27s%2BMeds%2B095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SOhgjZfQ1KI/AAAAAAAABfY/zHckrvxJVOs/s320/Bunny%27s%2BMeds%2B095.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253555126581384354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Uhck, I look bad, bad, bad. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BUDDY&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn you are the bomb okay (: It's not like you read my blog or whatsoever. Anyhow, know that I love you for being a great friend and everything. And and, by the way, I've got Sweet Child O' Mine stuck in my head and it is all your fault. (;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great one!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992300311560711934-6133811659769321886?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/6133811659769321886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/6133811659769321886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/10/singing-you-birthday-song-d.html' title='Singing you a birthday song :D'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SOhgjfoHhCI/AAAAAAAABfQ/VU-1SzShfx4/s72-c/Bunny%27s%2BMeds%2B036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-7063424708507242016</id><published>2008-10-03T11:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T11:22:00.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A slight dosage of laughter and profanity won't kill</title><content type='html'>This is effin' hilarious :D&lt;br /&gt;You just have to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How you do the Letter Meme:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear (the last person who left a comment on your Journal).&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, but ___1___. I think I realized it when ___2______3___ and I saw you ___4___ ___5___. I'm sure you're ___6___ enough to understand ___7___. I'm returning ___8___ to you, but I'll keep ___9___ as a memory. You should also know that I ___10___ ___11___.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___12___,&lt;br /&gt;-Your name-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. What's the color of your shirt?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Our romance is over&lt;br /&gt;Red - Our affair is over&lt;br /&gt;White - I'll join the monastery&lt;br /&gt;Black - I dislike you&lt;br /&gt;Green - Our horoscope doesn't match&lt;br /&gt;Grey - You're a pervert&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - I'm selling myself&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Your nostrils are insulting&lt;br /&gt;Brown - The mafia wants you&lt;br /&gt;No shirt - You're a loser&lt;br /&gt;Other - I'm in love with your sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Which is your birth month?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January - That night&lt;br /&gt;February - Last year&lt;br /&gt;March - When your dwarf bit me&lt;br /&gt;April - When I tripped on sesame seeds&lt;br /&gt;May - First of May&lt;br /&gt;June - When you put cuffs on me&lt;br /&gt;July - When I threw up&lt;br /&gt;August - When I saw the shrunken head&lt;br /&gt;September - When we skinny dipped&lt;br /&gt;October - When I quoted Santa&lt;br /&gt;November - When your dog ran amok&lt;br /&gt;December - When I changed tennis shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Which food do you prefer?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tacos - In your apartment&lt;br /&gt;Pizza - In your camping car&lt;br /&gt;Pasta - Outside of Chicago&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers - Under the bus&lt;br /&gt;Salad - As you ate enchilada&lt;br /&gt;Chicken - In your closet&lt;br /&gt;Kebab - With Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;Fish - In women's clothing&lt;br /&gt;Sandwiches - At the Hare Krishna graduation&lt;br /&gt;Lasagna - At the mental hospital&lt;br /&gt;Hot dog - Under a state of trance&lt;br /&gt;None of the above - With George Bush and his wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. What's the color of your socks?&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Hit on&lt;br /&gt;Red - Insult&lt;br /&gt;Black - Ignore&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Knock out&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Pour syrup on&lt;br /&gt;White - Carve your initials into&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Pull the clothes off&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Put leeches on&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Castrate&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Pull the toupee off&lt;br /&gt;Barefoot - Sit on&lt;br /&gt;Other - Drive out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. What's the color of your underwear?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black - My best friend&lt;br /&gt;White - My father&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Bill Clinton&lt;br /&gt;Brown - My fart balloon&lt;br /&gt;Purple - My mustard soufflé&lt;br /&gt;Red - Donald Duck&lt;br /&gt;Blue - My avocado plant&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - My penpal in Ghana&lt;br /&gt;Orange - My Kid Rock-collection&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Manchester United's goalkeeper&lt;br /&gt;None - My John F. Kennedy-statue&lt;br /&gt;Other - The crazy monk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. What do you prefer to watch on TV?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrubs - Man&lt;br /&gt;O.C. - Emotional&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill - Open&lt;br /&gt;Heroes - Frostbitten&lt;br /&gt;Lost - High&lt;br /&gt;House - Scarred&lt;br /&gt;Simpsons - Cowardly&lt;br /&gt;The news - Mongolic&lt;br /&gt;American Idol - Masochistic&lt;br /&gt;Family Guy - Senile&lt;br /&gt;Top Model - Middle-class&lt;br /&gt;None of the above - Ashamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Your mood right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy - How awful I've felt&lt;br /&gt;Sad - How boring you are&lt;br /&gt;Bored - That Santa doesn't exist&lt;br /&gt;Angry - That your pimples are at the last stage&lt;br /&gt;Depressed - That we're cousins&lt;br /&gt;Excited - That there is no solution to this.&lt;br /&gt;Nervous - The middle-east&lt;br /&gt;Worried - That your Honda sucks&lt;br /&gt;Apathetic - That I did a sex-change&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed - That I'm allergic to your hamster&lt;br /&gt;Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men&lt;br /&gt;Overjoyous - That I'm open&lt;br /&gt;Other - That Extreme Home Makeover sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. What's the color of your walls in your bedroom?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White - Your ring&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Your love letters&lt;br /&gt;Red - Your Darth Vader-poster&lt;br /&gt;Black - Your tame stone&lt;br /&gt;Blue - The couch cushions&lt;br /&gt;Green - The pictures from LA&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Your false teeth&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Your contact book&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Our matching snoopy-bibs&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Your old lottery coupons&lt;br /&gt;Pink - The cut toenails&lt;br /&gt;Other - Your memories from the military service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. The first letter of your first name?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Your photo&lt;br /&gt;C/D - The oil stocks&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Your neighbour Martin&lt;br /&gt;G/H - My virginity&lt;br /&gt;I/J - The results of your blood-sample&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Your left ear&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Your suicide note&lt;br /&gt;O/P - My common sense&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Your mom&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Your collection of butterflies&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Your criminal record&lt;br /&gt;W/X - David's tricot outfits&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Your grades from college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. The last letter in your last name?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Always will remember&lt;br /&gt;C/D - Never will forget&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Always wanted to break&lt;br /&gt;G/H - Never openly mocked&lt;br /&gt;I/J - Always have felt dirty before&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Will tell the authorities about&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Told in my confession today about&lt;br /&gt;O/P - Was interviewed by the Times about&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Told my psychiatrist about&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Get sick when I think of&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Always will try to forget&lt;br /&gt;W/X - Am better off without&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Never liked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. What do you prefer to drink?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water- Our friendship&lt;br /&gt;Beer - Senility&lt;br /&gt;Soft drink - A new life as a clone&lt;br /&gt;Soda - The incarnation as an eskimo&lt;br /&gt;Milk - The apartment building&lt;br /&gt;Wine - Cocaine abuse&lt;br /&gt;Cider - A passionate interest for mice&lt;br /&gt;Juice - Oprah Winfrey imitations&lt;br /&gt;Mineral water - Embarrassing rash&lt;br /&gt;Hot chocolate - Eggplant-fetishism&lt;br /&gt;Whisky - To ruin the second world war&lt;br /&gt;Other - To hate the Boston Celtics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thailand - Warm regards&lt;br /&gt;USA - Best regards&lt;br /&gt;England - Good luck on your short-term leave from jail&lt;br /&gt;Spain - Go and drown yourself&lt;br /&gt;China - Disgusting regards&lt;br /&gt;Germany - With ease&lt;br /&gt;Japan - Go burn&lt;br /&gt;Greece - Your everlasting enemy&lt;br /&gt;Australia - Greetings to your frog Leonard&lt;br /&gt;Egypt - Fuck off now&lt;br /&gt;France - In pain&lt;br /&gt;Other - Greetings to your freaky family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;++&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My letter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Dear &lt;i&gt;Bryan&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, but &lt;i&gt;I dislike you&lt;/i&gt;. I think I realized it &lt;i&gt;when I quoted Santa at a mental hospital&lt;/i&gt; and I saw you &lt;i&gt;knock out Machester United's goalkeeper&lt;/i&gt;. I'm sure you're &lt;i&gt;open&lt;/i&gt; enough to understand &lt;i&gt;that your Honda sucks&lt;/i&gt;. I'm returning &lt;i&gt;your ring&lt;/i&gt; to you, but I'll keep &lt;i&gt;your collection of butterflies&lt;/i&gt; as a memory. You should also know that I &lt;i&gt;am better off without eggplant-fetihism&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Good luck on your short-term leave from jail&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Shanni.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;++&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG. That is sooo funny :D&lt;br /&gt;Bryan, I love you and I just put your name there because you were the first person that popped into my mind. I mean, not a single word. I love youuuu (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria, you idiot. This is- omg. You have sooo much time to look for something like this? &lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;Ky Lynn&lt;br /&gt;Kitt&lt;br /&gt;Kim&lt;br /&gt;Sheela&lt;br /&gt;And whoever else has absolutely nothing better to do like my best friend &amp; I (;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992300311560711934-7063424708507242016?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/7063424708507242016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/7063424708507242016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/10/slight-dosage-of-laughter-and-profanity.html' title='A slight dosage of laughter and profanity won&apos;t kill'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-5485358792103235351</id><published>2008-10-03T09:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T10:12:34.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey you</title><content type='html'>1.The last person to tag you is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Megan Chin, my Retard (;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.What relationship of you with him/her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Evidently, close friends :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Your 5 impression towards him/her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amusing&lt;br /&gt;Hyper&lt;br /&gt;Retarded&lt;br /&gt;Oddly funny in her own way&lt;br /&gt;MINEEEE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.The most memorable thing that he/she has done to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;She was there for me when- that happened and also when that happened&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.The most memorable words that he/she has say to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's all in a little Valentine's Day card she made for me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.If he/she becomes your lover, you will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;love her, too!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.If he/she becomes your enemy, you will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nah, Meg loves me way too much ;P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.If he/she becomes your lover, he/she has to improve on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wouldn't ask her to improve on anything 'cause what she is now is what makes her Meg.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason is ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Right, idk.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.The most desirable things to do for him/her is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Whatever makes her smile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.The overall impression to he/her is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meg is Awesome! :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.How do you think the people around you will feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nothing bad, I hope?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.The character for you for yourself is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;That's for you to tell me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.On contrary, the character you hate of yourself is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Every flaw within me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.The most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME (:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.For the person who cares and likes you, say something about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mm, thank you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Ten people to tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Maria&lt;br /&gt;2. Sonia&lt;br /&gt;3. Eva &lt;br /&gt;4. Sheela&lt;br /&gt;5. Iman&lt;br /&gt;6. Jas&lt;br /&gt;7. Tash&lt;br /&gt;8. Jeremy&lt;br /&gt;9. Kim&lt;br /&gt;10. Zhou Han&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Who is number 2 having relationship with? [Sonia]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wonder, too.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.Is number 3 a female or male? [Eva]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Female&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.If number 7 and 10 be together would it be a good thing? [Tash &amp; Zhou Han]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;That'd be- hilarious :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.How about number 5 and 8? [Iman &amp; Jeremy]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Even more hilarious&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.What is number 1 studying about? [Maria]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh, I sooo know how to answer this. She's thinking about IT.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.When was the last time you had a chat with them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Erm. Yestderday.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.Is number 4 a single? [Sheela]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes. Unless of course she's with some college dude from KTJ whome I don't know about (;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.Say something about number 2. [Sonia]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;She's adorable&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992300311560711934-5485358792103235351?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/5485358792103235351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/5485358792103235351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/10/hey-you.html' title='Hey you'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-8123624347407262184</id><published>2008-10-03T09:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T09:43:51.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A night like this is impossible to find</title><content type='html'>Morning. Again. I have a sudden thing to wake up early and post in the morning nowadays for some reason. Aha. I don't know why but that's me. I am blank right now, BLANK. I had a dream last night. I can't remember the last time I dreamed and actually remembered it. You know how when you wake up your dream is completely erased from your memory- no matter how good or bad or fairytale-like your dream is. Annoying much? Anyway, last night's dream I remember. And it was stupid, mind you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. I feel like crap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what. I'm going to clear out my room. Mm yeah, I'm going to do that once I'm done posting this. Why, you may ask- because clearing out my room, getting rid of everything, makes me feel good about myself :D Weird, I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh. And I'm going to read through my oh so long list of dreams that I wrote one day. No actually, scratch that. I won't read it 'cause that'll remind me of the hundreds things I want to do so badly and yet am so far away from doing it. Gaaah. Don't you wish everything you wanted was within your reach? Not that I don't have everything I want right now, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's still early in the morning and I have other things to do- like apologize to someone, for something that I have forgotten to do. But not on purpose! I didn't forget on purpose. But- I don't think that someone cares whether I forgot on purpose or not- I still forgot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;OMG Shanni. What the eff is wrong with you? Wake up and get your head out of this dream.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay.&lt;br /&gt;I'm awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I've got undone tags to do. I'll get to it later. Right now, I want to cry (: &lt;br /&gt;No I'm not going to cry. I'm going to- what was it, again? Clear my room?- yeah, clear my room.&lt;br /&gt;See you when I see you. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992300311560711934-8123624347407262184?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/8123624347407262184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/8123624347407262184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/10/night-like-this-is-impossible-to-find.html' title='A night like this is impossible to find'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-1857868199659337290</id><published>2008-10-02T10:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T12:35:37.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to find you there, want to hold on tight</title><content type='html'>Morning. I know it's still pretty early and you're all wondering what I'm doing posting now. Well, yeah I'm wondering, too. Why am I on my blog when I could easily be something way more interesting that this? Ahh. Anyways, I was suppose to post about yesterday last night but I was completely drained of energy and so so tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to type about. No- I mean, I know exactly what to type about, I just don't know how to put it down. If you ask me for one word to describe everything, I'd say- ecstatic, because right now that's what I feel. But I'd also say unbelievable because even a day later, I still can't believe it. The word 'dream' also fits fine, actually. So yes, you know what I mean when I say I don't know how to put it down in words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TASHA : You're a genius psychic, yes. I know, now :D Love you babe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARIA : You see why I hyperventilate when IT just says hi to you?! Now, you know why I was way more excited than you were for your birthday (: I'll give you the whole story when I talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHEA : You. are. an. idiot. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I love you &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992300311560711934-1857868199659337290?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/1857868199659337290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/1857868199659337290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-want-to-find-you-there-want-to-hold.html' title='I want to find you there, want to hold on tight'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-2239629714103228611</id><published>2008-10-01T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T12:20:08.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 1st of October</title><content type='html'>It's a day to remember.&lt;br /&gt;And only &lt;b&gt;YOU&lt;/b&gt; know why.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992300311560711934-2239629714103228611?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/2239629714103228611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/2239629714103228611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/10/1st-of-october.html' title='The 1st of October'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-6326452341067915565</id><published>2008-09-30T17:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T17:37:18.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She says, "OMG we're dead ducks."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Let me just say this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drake &amp;amp; Josh- that Nickelodeon show- is STUPID. Aha. My sister's watching it now. Like there's nothing better to watch on TV. Something about putting an orang utan on show and getting random people to pay to dance or kiss it. How does that make any sense, really? I mean, isn't there a slightly more appealing animal than an orang utan? I'm sure there are. Right, okay. I don't know why I'm rambling about some show but yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gaaah. I really have nothing to blog about today. Not a particularly exciting day. So I've been sleeping to pass time. Mm. Bryan asked me to blog because when I blog I post about certain embarrassing facts that only he can understand. God. I'm contemplating on whether to put my blog on private. That way, anything embarrassing, only I and whoever else can read :P Anyways, now he wants me to blog about my life. About how great my life is, apparently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not going to blog about how great my life is because no matter how happy I am, my life isn't great. Sure, certain parts of it are almost close to being perfect but nope. Not great. Sorry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG, I really have nothing to blog about. Maybe after tomorrow, I may have at least something pretty interesting to blog about- but right now, nada, nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So let's just wait and see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only time will tell, right Bryan? (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SOHy04sw6WI/AAAAAAAABek/JAEuvqd6uVA/s1600-h/DSC01772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SOHy04sw6WI/AAAAAAAABek/JAEuvqd6uVA/s320/DSC01772.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251745630877968738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This. is. my. sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The most &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;INSULTING&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; IMMATURE&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; IDIOT&lt;/span&gt; ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only God knows why I love her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right, Shea?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992300311560711934-6326452341067915565?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/6326452341067915565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/6326452341067915565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/09/she-says-omg-were-dead-ducks.html' title='She says, &quot;OMG we&apos;re dead ducks.&quot;'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SOHy04sw6WI/AAAAAAAABek/JAEuvqd6uVA/s72-c/DSC01772.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-2930652006575283722</id><published>2008-09-29T16:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T16:44:24.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just us in our own world, right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG. Can I just say something? Waiting- just waiting- is the most dreadful feeling ever. Like me, right now, I can't wait till this certain day. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;No it is not my birthday- I am actually dreading my birthday.&lt;/span&gt; Like I was saying, I have to sit still and wait for this day to come. I'm trying to find something interesting of distracting for me to do- just to pass time. Something besides studying and watching the TV perhaps. I'm bored of doing both of those. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's only 4.40 right now. I told myself that I'd study till 5 and then take an hour break or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was watching &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Charlie and the Chocolate Factory&lt;/span&gt; just now. Nothing romantic or even close but I adore the chocolate and how the whole factory thing works :D call me a kid, I don't care. I was just lying down in front of the TV with my head in my hands and staring wide-eyed at the screen. As though I'd never seen anything like it before. My sister said I looked like a little kid, somewhere between the age of 4 and 5. Well- whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SOCVLKNBlwI/AAAAAAAABeI/9h9Uj30VTu8/s1600-h/love_is_blind_by_Vulpecula78.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SOCVLKNBlwI/AAAAAAAABeI/9h9Uj30VTu8/s320/love_is_blind_by_Vulpecula78.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251361184464082690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that is a random picture but it seems appropriate. Snail, 'love is blind'? Put it together and you may understand it. Or you may not. Either way, it's not for you. MARIA: read it. And I promise you, he won't forget. We'll make sure he doesn't (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992300311560711934-2930652006575283722?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/2930652006575283722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/2930652006575283722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-just-us-in-our-own-world-right.html' title='It&apos;s just us in our own world, right?'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SOCVLKNBlwI/AAAAAAAABeI/9h9Uj30VTu8/s72-c/love_is_blind_by_Vulpecula78.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-1531258055687330779</id><published>2008-09-28T18:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T18:43:29.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And we're back to square one. Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I never liked the overly stressed out feeling. You know, the one that makes you want to tear your hair out. The one that makes you want to grab your pillow and scream ever so loudly into it. The one that just shuts every other emotion out except for anger and frustration. Yes, that feeling. It sucks, mind you. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can I just vent out all my frustration here? Just for now, please. Forgive and excuse me for this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, firstly, I know I said I really don't care about what I'm going to do for my birthday. I mean, how coincidental is it that our finals happen to start on my birthday. So yeah, whatever. The fact that I have to go to school and sit for one paper or two on the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;13th of October.&lt;/span&gt; Ah. Imagine just waking up and knowing that no one will bother that it's your birthday because- guess what? It's finals! Not that I'm asking for anyone to wish me or shower me with presents. I'm not. I'm just saying, it will kind of suck. No one will remember the 13th as &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;'Shanni's 14th birthday'&lt;/span&gt;. Everyone will call it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;'the start of finals'&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;'the start of PMR'.&lt;/span&gt; Well. Thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and to add on to that, I may not even go to school on my birthday. Yes. Want to know why? Hmm. Well, because my stupid stupid modern exam seems to be set on that date. OMG. How annoying is that? So on top of having to sit for my finals, I'm also going to have to sit for my modern exam on my birthday. Two exams, one day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What. A. Joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have I been &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt;t bad a girl to get all this thrown at me? I know, Bryan, that I said I don't care about it being my birthday and that it'll probably be a boring and dead one and that I didn't really mind but- still. It is my birthday. Gosh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes, screw my birthday this year- I mean, that's what everyone is doing right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;++&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, enough of that. A little dosage of anger and frustration is good for everyone once in a while (: Did I mention I'm in a phase where I love watching sad, old, fairytale-like romance movies right now? Hmm yeah. I think I did. Gosh. Seriously, tell me, wouldn't you die if anyone, just anyone looked at you like that? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Anyone of the opposite sex, I mean. If someone of the same sex looked at me like that- I'd freak.&lt;/span&gt; So, yes, make a mental note of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohoh, and Maria owes me 4 bucks! :D Oh yes she does. 4 bucks and still counting. We made a deal you see. And I am suppose to be helping her get over a certain someone &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;or snail rather (;&lt;/span&gt;and I'm making money in the process. Her idea. Entirely her bright idea. She is a real genius, now that you think about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so stuffed from eating &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;poptarts&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;cupcakes&lt;/span&gt; with Maria's name all over. I don't think I could ever eat anything sweet like that again. (: No, scratch that, I can eat those all day long. Whee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. Someone's calling. I'm off to my room to erm- talk. Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you, when I see you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;++&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tagged by : The Cool, Kaname :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Post a picture of yourself showing your awesomeness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SN9e-SQFqFI/AAAAAAAABd4/QCK-wj5VtJM/s1600-h/DSC01729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SN9e-SQFqFI/AAAAAAAABd4/QCK-wj5VtJM/s320/DSC01729.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251020114681505874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Have you ever hated anyone by looking at them? If yes, then explain why. If you dont know then do the penalty of tagging 10 people as opposed to 5 people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ah. Well, yeah sure. Everyone makes the honest mistake of judging people by their looks. you get what I mean. Sure, that's not the right thing to do but hey, we're in the 21st century. Nothing's right anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. If time travel was possible, and you stopped yourself from being born, therefore killing yourself, and you can say ONE thing to try and get your life back, what would it be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I'd say, "I'm back, so deal with it." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Name FIVE of your fears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Lizards. Uhck. I can't stand them. Even the sight. Even if they are about 3 cm long and can't do shit to me- I just can't stand lizards. The dark, it gets scary sometimes. Horror movies. Scary-looking-red-nose clowns : / oh and being crushed, hurt. If you're a friend and you know what I've been through, then you get it&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Put your iTunes on shuffle and play five songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I'll Be - Edwin McCain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;We Are One Tonight - Switchfoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Bye Bye - Mariah Carey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Not My Time - Three Doors Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I Kissed A Girl - Katy Perry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. If right now you could buy two things that costs less than ten ringgit, what would it be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Kinder Bueno chocolates and random coloured pens. What? I like stationery okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Right now, think of the title for an autobiography about yourself in fifty years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ichijho has made it :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. If you had a gun and infront of you stood fifteen babies and the gun is filled with venom, and next to you was your best friend, who do you shoot? If you shoot the friend, he dies instantly, if you shoot the babies, the venom spreads and kills them all. btw: you have to shoot someone, otherwise the venom leaks out of the gun and kills all of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Point it at a wall and shoot. Who in the right mind will kill babies or their best friend? Dude, that's just messed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Which power ranger is the coolest?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Not a fan x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. What is your favourite band&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Boys Like Girls. Either that or Faber Drive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. What would you if your friend offers you drugs, but you reject him, then he forces it on you, but you resist, so he takes out a knife and you accidentally kill him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I would- yeah, what Maria said- freak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;What kind of screwed up tag is this anyway? Can someone tell me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Who would win in a fight in your opinion, Bruce Lee with his left leg ripped off or CHUCK NORRIS with his beard shaven off?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ahaha. Chuck Norris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Why did the chicken cross the road? IN YOUR OPINION&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Where is the real point in this tag, really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. If you weren't a human, what would you wanna be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ooh, I'd be an eagle :D Don't ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. Whats the best youtube video ever?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Right now- Nerimon HATES facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TAG 5 PEOPLE :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Sheela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Elisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ky Lynn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Tiffany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/992300311560711934-1531258055687330779?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/1531258055687330779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/1531258055687330779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-were-back-to-square-one.html' title='And we&apos;re back to square one. Joy'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SN9e-SQFqFI/AAAAAAAABd4/QCK-wj5VtJM/s72-c/DSC01729.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-7950393404296395735</id><published>2008-09-28T09:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T09:20:48.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaname says konnichiwa</title><content type='html'>Tralalalalala. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to stuff Shanni's mouth with loads and loads of cupcakes with my name on it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheeee. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992300311560711934-7950393404296395735?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/7950393404296395735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/7950393404296395735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/09/kaname-says-konnichiwa.html' title='Kaname says konnichiwa'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-6338377030803566805</id><published>2008-09-28T09:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T09:15:40.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh I'd kill for him to look at me like that</title><content type='html'>Morning. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 9 sharp here but I'm still sleepy. Oh and 'here' as in Maria's place. She's in the shower right now. She woke me up at 5 bloody 30 and said it was 8. I was like, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'I'm going back to sleep.'&lt;/span&gt; Then, she went,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; 'come one Shanni, I had poptarts just now.'&lt;/span&gt; I screamed &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't care&lt;/span&gt; then pulled the covers over my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just officially got up. She's in the shower and I'm here- well, blogging. Something I haven't done in a while. Hmm, since we've got a week off, maybe I'll start again. That's if I do have anything interesting to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God. I'm hungry. I'm craving for cupcakes with icing :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh, last night we stayed up till 1 plus just talking about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ahem&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ahem&lt;/span&gt; and lots of other people too. Never get tired of gossiping. We're girls, excuse us. Before that though, we watched &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Notebook&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Atonement&lt;/span&gt;- both of which were sad but we weren't in the mood to cry it seems. Haha. We happen to be going through this phase where we're watching sad, dramatic romance movies. Don't you love movies like that? Ahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of, I watched Camp Rock two nights ago- okay yeah, so I haven't watched it before unlike the rest of you but whatever okay. And besides Joe Jonas being absolutely effin' hot, I kept rewinding to the scene where Mitchie (Demi Levato) sings and he sings with her. OMFG. The way he looks at her. Ah! I would kill just to get a guy to look at me like that. Wouldn't you? Wouln't any girl? I told Maria this and she said HE looks at me like that (: But I wouldn't know, I've never noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohkay, she just got out of the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;"God, you blog slow."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh geez, she's cranky :D I'm off now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992300311560711934-6338377030803566805?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/6338377030803566805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/6338377030803566805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-id-kill-for-him-to-look-at-me-like.html' title='Oh I&apos;d kill for him to look at me like that'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-1968974883639793442</id><published>2008-09-23T17:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T11:03:16.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you best friend :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;You know how they say 'a year older, a year wiser, too'? Yeah, well that's crap :D 'cause my bestfriend here, happens to be a year older and hmm, not a lot wiser. Ahaha. She is going to kill me for this. Oh no wait, she can't kill me. I bought her cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249417743356735554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SNmtn_5pMEI/AAAAAAAABcM/zYUJtM-F-54/s320/image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 14th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;in the middle of nowhere&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;birthday babe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;for a fact&lt;/span&gt; that this birthday is the best you've ever had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, even though you know, &lt;em&gt;none of us wished you&lt;/em&gt; at 12 and neither did we wish you in the morning. And even if we all &lt;em&gt;completely ditched you&lt;/em&gt; at recess and left Sarah there to &lt;em&gt;drag you about.&lt;/em&gt; Now you know it was all for a very good reason. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you really think we'd forget your birthday? Did you really think &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'd&lt;/span&gt; forget it?! God, I couldn't forget it even if I tried. It's like, 23rd September- &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;kaname, kaname, kaname&lt;/span&gt;... you know what I mean. Aha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope the cake tastes as good as it looks. It's too bad you're fasting and couldn't eat. Otherwise, I would've sooo bought a bigger and a much nicer cake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bicker, bicker, bicker... that's all we seem to do :D &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Okay right now, I'm in school typing this shit post out because last night, my stupid effing, screwed up intenret wasn't working and i couldn't post this uber long post that I had typed out. Ahh, whatevs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Okay, I don't know what kind of birthday post this is but- yeah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you Fitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you had a great one. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No, actually, I know you did and we all know why (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you always babe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;++&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She is the best friend any girl could ask for. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's better than good, worse than bad and a real idiot but I'm not complaining. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love her. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's a friend when I need one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's a shoulder to cry one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's my buddy to camwhore with.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's my confidante to bitch to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's my Fitch forever. &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday darling Maria.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Shanni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&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/992300311560711934-1968974883639793442?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/1968974883639793442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/1968974883639793442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-love-you-best-friend-d.html' title='I love you best friend :D'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail 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rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/1910315976658592248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/1910315976658592248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/09/lets-put-our-hands-up-and-jump-up.html' title='Let&apos;s put our hands up and jump up freely'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-7806907419946293501</id><published>2008-09-16T18:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T19:29:19.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling at six in the morning, knowing that you're mine.</title><content type='html'>All this happened because of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt;Everything's about &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omg, yeah. Everything is about &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I just want to walk and eat ice-cream with you&lt;/span&gt; (: '&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quoted: I'll win you over. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;You already have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992300311560711934-7806907419946293501?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/7806907419946293501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/7806907419946293501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/09/calling-at-six-in-morning-knowing-that.html' title='Calling at six in the morning, knowing that you&apos;re mine.'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-8777269513860367525</id><published>2008-09-03T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T21:13:06.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mm.</title><content type='html'>Oh my- wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992300311560711934-8777269513860367525?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/8777269513860367525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/8777269513860367525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/09/mm.html' title='Mm.'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-5758571845784994717</id><published>2008-08-18T13:46:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T17:45:18.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone's staying up tonight, everyone but me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I know this may sound a little immature and childish but Maria &amp;amp; I went for the HSM on ice last night. Hey- we got free tickets so why not use them? It was fun by the way. We were being so retarded. Like, we'd never seen people ice skate before. We were shrieking and screaming and laughing. Oh and clapping our hands : D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm too laze to post much but here, a few pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These were the pictures I owe you- at Tesco last Tuesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKlD4arZv5I/AAAAAAAABaU/1xFYMg_x0wg/s1600-h/DSC01504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKlD4arZv5I/AAAAAAAABaU/1xFYMg_x0wg/s320/DSC01504.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235790678308011922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Damn &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jakun&lt;/span&gt;, okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's never seen a fish in her life. x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKlD4bJvcSI/AAAAAAAABac/Fmuzcdq7MVg/s1600-h/DSC01505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKlDo4eb79I/AAAAAAAABZs/-8D0KjejIiY/s320/DSC01508.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235790411428786130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKlDpCYVTzI/AAAAAAAABZ0/10Ol3apKfbA/s1600-h/DSC01509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKlDpCYVTzI/AAAAAAAABZ0/10Ol3apKfbA/s320/DSC01509.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235790414087540530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKlDpCs5YhI/AAAAAAAABZ8/CFzbp9khBMc/s1600-h/DSC01510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKlDpCs5YhI/AAAAAAAABZ8/CFzbp9khBMc/s320/DSC01510.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235790414173790738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKlDpb4FssI/AAAAAAAABaE/Q1LBvWFpXu8/s1600-h/DSC01511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKlDpb4FssI/AAAAAAAABaE/Q1LBvWFpXu8/s320/DSC01511.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235790420931621570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKlDpauwYdI/AAAAAAAABaM/2keH41XAqy4/s1600-h/DSC01512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKlDpauwYdI/AAAAAAAABaM/2keH41XAqy4/s320/DSC01512.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235790420624040402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKlDNkuK6kI/AAAAAAAABZE/jSK1Lt1ATQE/s1600-h/DSC01513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKlDNkuK6kI/AAAAAAAABZE/jSK1Lt1ATQE/s320/DSC01513.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235789942269602370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ignore this. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKlDN_SftXI/AAAAAAAABZM/5GogxVGmwbU/s1600-h/DSC01517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKlDN_SftXI/AAAAAAAABZM/5GogxVGmwbU/s320/DSC01517.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235789949401281906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKlDN05NPzI/AAAAAAAABZU/-EewwQW2b9s/s1600-h/DSC01518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKlDN05NPzI/AAAAAAAABZU/-EewwQW2b9s/s320/DSC01518.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235789946610859826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKlDOFpmjzI/AAAAAAAABZc/BwMTBEDIXfM/s1600-h/DSC01520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKlDOFpmjzI/AAAAAAAABZc/BwMTBEDIXfM/s320/DSC01520.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235789951108812594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKlDOPK5O4I/AAAAAAAABZk/wPpX68TaxPY/s1600-h/DSC01522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKlDOPK5O4I/AAAAAAAABZk/wPpX68TaxPY/s320/DSC01522.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235789953664367490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKlCTnPxCzI/AAAAAAAABYc/k82BLL5bQRA/s1600-h/DSC01523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKlCTnPxCzI/AAAAAAAABYc/k82BLL5bQRA/s320/DSC01523.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235788946514971442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here's one decent picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKlCTndZPHI/AAAAAAAABYk/SfZBC4GeMco/s1600-h/DSC01524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKlCTndZPHI/AAAAAAAABYk/SfZBC4GeMco/s320/DSC01524.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235788946572131442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;: D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKlCT7knmBI/AAAAAAAABYs/kdWRBdPS2dQ/s1600-h/DSC01525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKlCT7knmBI/AAAAAAAABYs/kdWRBdPS2dQ/s320/DSC01525.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235788951971141650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you three!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And these from the Merdeka Carnival &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;which was a real havoc- and very chaotic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKlCUEeW7rI/AAAAAAAABY0/ZLucmUCslVI/s1600-h/DSC01543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKlCUEeW7rI/AAAAAAAABY0/ZLucmUCslVI/s320/DSC01543.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235788954360802994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kaname playing Guitar Hero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She looks so &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sesat&lt;/span&gt; ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKlCUE2mmQI/AAAAAAAABY8/YHbKN8WxGM0/s1600-h/DSC01544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKlCUE2mmQI/AAAAAAAABY8/YHbKN8WxGM0/s320/DSC01544.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235788954462492930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKlBZq2TVkI/AAAAAAAABX0/iQNgrwl2cMo/s1600-h/DSC01539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKlBZq2TVkI/AAAAAAAABX0/iQNgrwl2cMo/s320/DSC01539.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235787951049496130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKlBZyR-BAI/AAAAAAAABX8/lme1UPH0A8k/s1600-h/DSC01540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKlBZyR-BAI/AAAAAAAABX8/lme1UPH0A8k/s320/DSC01540.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235787953044587522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DemieOWhemy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKlBZ0OPATI/AAAAAAAABYE/3__79apjz0o/s1600-h/DSC01541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKlBZ0OPATI/AAAAAAAABYE/3__79apjz0o/s320/DSC01541.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235787953565794610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Buddy ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKlBaDMim_I/AAAAAAAABYM/Me0mSJCZpNA/s1600-h/Shanni,+John,+Maria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKlBaDMim_I/AAAAAAAABYM/Me0mSJCZpNA/s320/Shanni,+John,+Maria.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235787957585222642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKlBaBgS8nI/AAAAAAAABYU/hBaehm2iDzo/s1600-h/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKlBaBgS8nI/AAAAAAAABYU/hBaehm2iDzo/s320/Image031.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235787957131211378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Weng Yan &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And these are from last night x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKlAw-RhvfI/AAAAAAAABXM/pNtKHtR7YOE/s1600-h/DSC01552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKlAw-RhvfI/AAAAAAAABXM/pNtKHtR7YOE/s320/DSC01552.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235787251889323506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKlAw4jqWRI/AAAAAAAABXU/8EqqfdDSCwg/s1600-h/DSC01554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKlAw4jqWRI/AAAAAAAABXU/8EqqfdDSCwg/s320/DSC01554.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235787250354772242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKlAxJ6k6GI/AAAAAAAABXc/C5D2kVepPK0/s1600-h/17082008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKlAxJ6k6GI/AAAAAAAABXc/C5D2kVepPK0/s320/17082008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235787255014287458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKlAxIQKhXI/AAAAAAAABXk/aHcLiEAgcTM/s1600-h/17082008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKlAxIQKhXI/AAAAAAAABXk/aHcLiEAgcTM/s320/17082008(001).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235787254567961970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKlAxCS6hOI/AAAAAAAABXs/Y-vSKeV4Sqc/s1600-h/17082008(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKlAxCS6hOI/AAAAAAAABXs/Y-vSKeV4Sqc/s320/17082008(005).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235787252968883426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKk_OGzqWtI/AAAAAAAABWk/RpRnQ1skwvE/s1600-h/17082008(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKk_OGzqWtI/AAAAAAAABWk/RpRnQ1skwvE/s320/17082008(006).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235785553372928722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKk_OPr1kbI/AAAAAAAABWs/irf9r4-7xFs/s1600-h/17082008(007).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKk_OPr1kbI/AAAAAAAABWs/irf9r4-7xFs/s320/17082008(007).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235785555756028338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;L-R: Kaname &amp;amp; Ichijho (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKk_OfVKb-I/AAAAAAAABW0/A7T6wykTdY4/s1600-h/17082008(009).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKk_OfVKb-I/AAAAAAAABW0/A7T6wykTdY4/s320/17082008(009).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235785559955894242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKk_OeBu4wI/AAAAAAAABW8/jKZYNEtBnA8/s1600-h/17082008(012).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKk_OeBu4wI/AAAAAAAABW8/jKZYNEtBnA8/s320/17082008(012).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235785559605961474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right, and that's Maria-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;behind the popcorn box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKk_OUzFsTI/AAAAAAAABXE/xS_hT9agpZs/s1600-h/17082008(016).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKk_OUzFsTI/AAAAAAAABXE/xS_hT9agpZs/s320/17082008(016).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235785557128622386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's the guy who played Chad Danforth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OMG. He's so good-looking, I swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKk-Y6bJ-oI/AAAAAAAABV8/m16lDdvzkH4/s1600-h/DSC01558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKk-Y6bJ-oI/AAAAAAAABV8/m16lDdvzkH4/s320/DSC01558.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235784639515851394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKk-Y15wfQI/AAAAAAAABWE/ZPtbi_5Pwj0/s1600-h/DSC01560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKk-Y15wfQI/AAAAAAAABWE/ZPtbi_5Pwj0/s320/DSC01560.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235784638302027010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKk-ZDRssVI/AAAAAAAABWM/Gy-WOMYWBaQ/s1600-h/DSC01561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKk-ZDRssVI/AAAAAAAABWM/Gy-WOMYWBaQ/s320/DSC01561.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235784641892102482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jack Sparrow's morbid looking detachable head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Maria's toy x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKk-ZB2ToOI/AAAAAAAABWU/gkZT9bgh2Cw/s1600-h/DSC01567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKk-ZB2ToOI/AAAAAAAABWU/gkZT9bgh2Cw/s320/DSC01567.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235784641508778210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKk-ZJplBDI/AAAAAAAABWc/E9tgcrl5hF8/s1600-h/DSC01568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKk-ZJplBDI/AAAAAAAABWc/E9tgcrl5hF8/s320/DSC01568.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235784643602875442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ahh, the holidays have started and all I'm doing is sitting here reading and watching Gossip Girl. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I need a distraction&lt;/span&gt;. Mind you, I wrote those four words about a two hundred times in my notebook. It's killing me.&lt;/div&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/992300311560711934-5758571845784994717?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/5758571845784994717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/5758571845784994717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/08/everyones-staying-up-tonight-everyone.html' title='Everyone&apos;s staying up tonight, everyone but me.'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKlD4arZv5I/AAAAAAAABaU/1xFYMg_x0wg/s72-c/DSC01504.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-4803692823936509428</id><published>2008-08-16T15:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T15:54:31.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black cold silver moon, tonight alone in my room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ahh. I just had three hours of ballet. Omg. So effin' tired. I'm freakin' exhausted. Oh well. Just one for month.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; I love ballet, I love ballet...&lt;/span&gt; : /&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways. We had our Merdeka carnival yesterday, I'm pretty sure you all know that. I skipped the run. Couldn't be bothered and besides, I had other plans. Maria came over around 8 something 9. She really is such a liar. I was texting her and she said she hadn't even gotten out of bed yet. So I panicked, cause we were going to be late. So I kept telling her to get her lazy arse out of bed. And then, the next message I get says, 'Open your gate idiot. I'm outside :P' Psh.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;You're the idiot x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, off to Tesco, yet again. Ahh. The cashiers and all there must have wondered what a bunch of teenage girls were doing hanging around Tesco, twice in three days. It must have seemed as though we had no life to them (; Well. So back to what I was saying, we had less than a hour to gather everything we needed for the rest of the day. So, got a trolley and started running around Tesco. Ohmygod. We looked insane. Running from one end of the supermarket to the other. Ahh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of, before we got our trolley, we had to go up an escalator to get to the entrance. And us being us, spotted an escalator- but it was the one going down. I was just like, 'let's just go up it laa.' I mean, no one was there. We counted to three then ran like mad up the escalator which was going down. Technically, we were opposing the direction it was moving. I was already laughing so hard when I suddenly noticed the security guard turn. Immediately I turned and went down it. Haha. :D It was so stupid. On top of that, I slammed my elbow right into the railing because we were laughing so hard we couldn't even walk straight x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mummy rushed us to school. It was crazy. we kept calling and screaming for Celine. I don't know how to explain it. Ask Maria. We were insane in the car. Mummy was laughing, too for God knows what reason. Hah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The carnival sucked at first. Really, it did. Problems here, arguments there. Blah. After a while, things were okay. I brightened up a bit. We went to play &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); "&gt;Guitar Hero&lt;/span&gt;, or more like we went to watch Maria &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;the pro&lt;/span&gt; play Guitar Hero. Omg. It was hilarious. She looked so damn sesat. I just sat there and stared at- Hah. Right, I stared at certain things (; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;ahem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;hen, John came and we hung out with him. Totally thrashed him at foos. It's no wonder he didn't want to play x) haha. Oh then, Zhou Han &amp;amp; Brian Chu started throwing water balloons. I didn't want to get wet at first and I told them that, but I suppose it didn't matter what I said. They wet me anyway. The balloons were huge okay. They weren't small water balloons. They were gigantic. Like, the size of a basketball! And they just popped it over my head, letting the cold and filthy water drench me. Gah. I changed into Brian's jersey after that because it was cold and I didn't like staying in wet clothes. And no, I'm not with Brian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Fast forward. We cleaned up after that. Laughed quite a bit at the stupidest things. The worst part of the day was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;that sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Pft. Makes me want to throw up. Honestly. I didn't peg you for such an egotistical jerk. Now though, I really think you are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Went for the concert at night. Yes I skipped my ballet, which really isn't good but oh well. Made up for that earlier today. It was a great laugh. I forgot about everything that was disturbing and what not at that time. But when I went home though, everything came flooding back. I was annoyed at so many people. Annoyed at the smallest things. I was so pissed off last night, I really can't believe it. Gah. I don't know what to say to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Pictures some other time; didn't take many though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And congratulations Shawn (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Maria tagged me. Ahh, to kill time. No actually, this is a good tag. 'Cause I get to stare at them, too. Whee (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(13, 6, 0); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;1. Compose a list of YOUR top ten sexiest famous men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(13, 6, 0); line-height: 19px; font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;2. Collect one picture of each guy on your list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;3. Post them in your journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;4. Tag five people to do the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKaHC3CB55I/AAAAAAAABV0/Q1Cp7h0jWR0/s1600-h/adam_brody_98.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKaHC3CB55I/AAAAAAAABV0/Q1Cp7h0jWR0/s320/adam_brody_98.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235020100066731922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The OC's-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adam Brody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKaFm-HtAgI/AAAAAAAABVM/ujVsmDQML2k/s1600-h/GaspardUlliel5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKaFm-HtAgI/AAAAAAAABVM/ujVsmDQML2k/s320/GaspardUlliel5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235018521421611522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;French Hottie (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gaspard Ulliel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKaFnC-erHI/AAAAAAAABVU/HhqZ2hcW9PU/s1600-h/DavidCook-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKaFnC-erHI/AAAAAAAABVU/HhqZ2hcW9PU/s320/DavidCook-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235018522725100658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;David Cook&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKaFnFmpa-I/AAAAAAAABVc/CtVoBAWLd84/s1600-h/orlando_bloom_poll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKaFnFmpa-I/AAAAAAAABVc/CtVoBAWLd84/s320/orlando_bloom_poll.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235018523430448098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Orlando Bloom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;I think he looked so hot in Lord of the Rings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKaFnFwDnSI/AAAAAAAABVk/PKMGuz6-wXU/s1600-h/0000034897_20061021033205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKaFnFwDnSI/AAAAAAAABVk/PKMGuz6-wXU/s320/0000034897_20061021033205.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235018523469913378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;James Lafferty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKaFnj4OZnI/AAAAAAAABVs/-OZj282Vf1U/s1600-h/18ec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKaFnj4OZnI/AAAAAAAABVs/-OZj282Vf1U/s320/18ec.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235018531557238386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chad Michael Murray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKaDBfo4yaI/AAAAAAAABUk/m5RS0bxBqtc/s1600-h/053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKaDBfo4yaI/AAAAAAAABUk/m5RS0bxBqtc/s320/053.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235015678560881058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chace Crawford.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's mine forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKaDBxkAJJI/AAAAAAAABU0/IC1FxnAftUo/s1600-h/1424932633_af86ffd38d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKaDBxkAJJI/AAAAAAAABU0/IC1FxnAftUo/s320/1424932633_af86ffd38d.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235015683372229778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mitch Hewer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKaDCXa5qEI/AAAAAAAABU8/_v0D6sRtShE/s1600-h/GabrielMacht.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKaDCXa5qEI/AAAAAAAABU8/_v0D6sRtShE/s320/GabrielMacht.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235015693534603330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gabriel Macht.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKaDCpCQQ7I/AAAAAAAABVE/6_6RRXiBxKs/s1600-h/JaredLeto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKaDCpCQQ7I/AAAAAAAABVE/6_6RRXiBxKs/s320/JaredLeto.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235015698263065522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The one and only-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jared Leto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/992300311560711934-4803692823936509428?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/4803692823936509428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/4803692823936509428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/08/black-cold-silver-moon-tonight-alone-in.html' title='Black cold silver moon, tonight alone in my room'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKaHC3CB55I/AAAAAAAABV0/Q1Cp7h0jWR0/s72-c/adam_brody_98.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-6081653083790743817</id><published>2008-08-15T08:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T08:47:40.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fitch has arrived.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;MARIA IS AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;No, she's not x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Maria loves ANIME. : / &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;ohmygod. secret's out, kaname. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:10px;"&gt;*this is a crap post, it's probably best not to acknowledge it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;And she has an &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;elephan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; necklace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Oh wow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And she's drinking milk! From MY cup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;What a b*tch.&lt;/span&gt; x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And she thought my foot was a cat. Pft. A cat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Where the hell did that come from. : /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"Eh your writing so small, I cannot see, I can't see shit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Blind, blind bat she is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:10px;"&gt;Argh,she's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANNOYING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- shanni. x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992300311560711934-6081653083790743817?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/6081653083790743817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/6081653083790743817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/08/fitch-has-arrived.html' title='Fitch has arrived.'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-7318437738164528135</id><published>2008-08-13T18:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T20:14:00.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The first step to recovering is admitting you have a problem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. Really, I have nothing to say about today. Ahck. Today was nothing laa really. First, I couldn't even get up in the morning. I was so tired from God knows what- I really didn't do anything that should make me this tired last night- it just doesn't make sense. Hmm. Well, that's another thing to add to my list of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;'Things That Honestly Do Not Make Sense'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The more the merrier, oh what a joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Demie just asked me what I was doing and I just told her that I was blogging about a load of crap. Now, I realize I was wrong. I remember sometime today I said I was going to blog about Kitt, Ky Lynn &amp;amp; Car- the overly, insane Lala Gang. Right, I had a great idea on how to do that post. Now I'm just debating with myself on whether I should get it done now, or some other time. Another pointless thing to ponder about. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;My list is getting loooonnnnggg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;++&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh. Okay. I'm just gonna do it now. I'm going to blog about a few random people okay. These may not particularly be the most important people to me. I'm just going to pick out random pictures and blog about whoever is in the picture. If your picture isn't up, please don't scream at me tomorrow. I probably won't even remember I posted this : /&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Tan Ky Lynn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKLFZ6B2wDI/AAAAAAAABTI/oqy9Ca9phJo/s1600-h/Liverpool+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233962765822378034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKLFZ6B2wDI/AAAAAAAABTI/oqy9Ca9phJo/s320/Liverpool+girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. This 16 year old girl is- ohmygod. I can't put her in words. I just can't find the one right word to describe her. She's absolutely insanity, I swear to God. But she can also be the most level-headed person around. She makes me laugh so hard till I roll on the floor with tears rolling down my cheeks x) If she's not making me laugh, she's holding my hands, crying with me. Be it cheer or whatever else. I know she'll always be there for me, for whatever it is. I've known her for at least two years now and she still happens to know what goes on in my life. The drama and what not. Things I tell myself I want to keep a secret and not let anyone know, I end up telling her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, gosh, the things I do for her, too! :D I wait with her till 8 something because she had Paramount practice! I sit in the dance studio, like some damn sesat person there. All for Ky Lynn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, I walk all the way back to Segi with you to retrieve a pair of black, school shoes. Shoes we didn't even manage to find in the end. Haha. I endure the whole 'Taman Sea' senseless conversation with that random guy with you. See, Ky Lynn, how much I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh, on top of all that, thanks for everything, babe. For being there when I was crushed to bits, for sending me home x) for giving me all the right reasons to be thanking you now. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I know you've done way more for me than I've done for you&lt;/span&gt;. I promise I'll make it up to you. You're my favourite senior and I'm here for you always. Any time, any day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;++&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Lee Kitt Mun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKLFZ3bq3dI/AAAAAAAABTQ/UKqHY-2oQVs/s1600-h/DSC00033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233962765125344722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKLFZ3bq3dI/AAAAAAAABTQ/UKqHY-2oQVs/s320/DSC00033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must say, I'm not extremely close to her. We're close, as in she knows what's been going with me (through dear Ky Lynn, I'm guessing) and I talk to her sometimes, too. But, no matter how distant we are, know that I'm always here for you. I've known her for over a year and still counting ( :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is just awesome laa kay, Kitt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember last year when you &amp;amp; Ky Lynn &amp;amp; Najwa etc etc, went up to -blank- and screamed at him for what he did to me. Aha. Now that I think of it, I owe you guys big time weih. Honestly. I love you for everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry this isn't as long as Ky Lynn's one. Like I said, we're not very close but we're still something (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;++&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Maria Liyana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKLFaBdqnVI/AAAAAAAABTY/9Cm5t-8v-Qc/s1600-h/DSC01486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233962767818071378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKLFaBdqnVI/AAAAAAAABTY/9Cm5t-8v-Qc/s320/DSC01486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahh. This one here- she's beyond words. She's straight-forward, sarcastic, a real girl at heart and a long list more. She's psychotic + hilarious put together. She has huge dreams for a girl like her. And by dreams, I don't mean dreams about what she wants to be when she grows up. I mean, dreams like who she wants, what she wants, which celebrity she wants to meet. Those kind of dreams x) Oh she is so going to have my head when she reads this. Ahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd do anything for her. I've done the most stupid things on Earth for her! Geez. I've taken people's locker labels for her. Just because she didn't dare but she wanted it so badly. I will never forget that, okay Maria. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know. Some of you think she's a real weirdo, what with her being loud and all. But you're all wrong. She's the best friend anyone can ask for. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Witty&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;smart&lt;/span&gt;. A real &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;looser&lt;/span&gt; and a bad &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;liar&lt;/span&gt; (; She's everything put together and I love her so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;++&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Carmen Chen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Loser Chen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233965532966887954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKLH6-chIhI/AAAAAAAABTg/xC8hCFTuaYY/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, this loser is the best (; Okay. I have a feeling I have to be careful about what I say about her here because Car happens to have some really embarrassing pictures of me and she'll use them against me. Ahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you put the two of us together, we're damn &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sesat &lt;/span&gt;okay. Seriously. Like how we were Monday during practice. We were skipping around correcting everyone's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;high V&lt;/span&gt;'s. I'd correct their right hand and she'll correct their left. It was kind of funny actually. Hah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This girl, has so much to update me on. Psh. I wonder if she's texted me yet today. I don't think so. Knowing her, she probably forgot x) Ahh. Carmen, Carmen. I love you laa. No matter how retarded and sesat you are okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;++&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. I have a long list of other people to post about but I don't have the time right now. So, there. Those are the four, for now (: I love you girls for everything, yeah. I'm off to watch 21 now. Whee. Thank you Dao Ming for the DVD. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And for all the chocolate chip cookies and the chewy bars. Oh and the phone battery&lt;/span&gt; : D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/992300311560711934-7318437738164528135?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/7318437738164528135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/7318437738164528135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-step-to-recovering-is-admitting.html' title='The first step to recovering is admitting you have a problem'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKLFZ6B2wDI/AAAAAAAABTI/oqy9Ca9phJo/s72-c/Liverpool+girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-2266729321881603473</id><published>2008-08-13T18:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T18:33:14.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bringing back the happiest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This post is for Ru Dee Pooh. Her last day in school was today. Everyone seemed fine at first, taking the news alright. But when the last bell of the day rings, reality sets in and then it hits everyone that it's her last day. Ahh. I saw Jas crying ( : Dee cried, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKK4OGMeO0I/AAAAAAAABTA/qsH_ffiTU_M/s1600-h/DSC00087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKK4OGMeO0I/AAAAAAAABTA/qsH_ffiTU_M/s320/DSC00087.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233948269278542658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKK32n9KWjI/AAAAAAAABSw/jkesysjjPUA/s1600-h/20080403_190153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKK32n9KWjI/AAAAAAAABSw/jkesysjjPUA/s320/20080403_190153.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233947866024270386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKK3Z-0m1AI/AAAAAAAABSI/sRb0P0JqBmk/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKK3Z-0m1AI/AAAAAAAABSI/sRb0P0JqBmk/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+077.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233947373946196994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKK3ZyOif7I/AAAAAAAABSQ/IN1irfXz8aY/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKK3ZyOif7I/AAAAAAAABSQ/IN1irfXz8aY/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+078.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233947370565304242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKK3aLfgrFI/AAAAAAAABSY/BuwWJ4F7SHE/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKK3aLfgrFI/AAAAAAAABSY/BuwWJ4F7SHE/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+086.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233947377347374162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKK3ae52p3I/AAAAAAAABSg/UooLbbBKqKw/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKK3ae52p3I/AAAAAAAABSg/UooLbbBKqKw/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+021.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233947382558140274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKK3aQ1mFyI/AAAAAAAABSo/Hwq3K_XKAbM/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKK3aQ1mFyI/AAAAAAAABSo/Hwq3K_XKAbM/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+022.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233947378782181154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll miss you, flyer. You go to AIS and show them the Ru Dee we know alright sweetie? I'll miss seeing you in school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love youuuu Dee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992300311560711934-2266729321881603473?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/2266729321881603473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/2266729321881603473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/08/bringing-back-happiest.html' title='Bringing back the happiest'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKK4OGMeO0I/AAAAAAAABTA/qsH_ffiTU_M/s72-c/DSC00087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-4320271602242499249</id><published>2008-08-12T22:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T22:37:24.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Add a little bit of sugar and I'll mend slowly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Shea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Shanni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;MariaCeline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Shea on the phone-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Oh, okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Shanni, where's the &lt;/span&gt;-hand gesture- ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The what? Popcorn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Oh we burnt it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;They burnt- what?! No!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Where's kakak, stupid?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Oh. Right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;You burnt your maid? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Excuse me for not understanding what she was trying to imply with her obviously, senseless hand gestures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We played a game, Maria, Celine &amp;amp; I. It's called &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Scattegories&lt;/span&gt;. They give you a long list of things. Someone rolls the dice and  whichever letter it rolls, we have to come up with words starting with only that particular letter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here were the bits that made us laugh so damn hard :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Shanni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Letter&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Famous &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Females&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Tom Cruise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Maria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Letter &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Things you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;plug in&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Tiger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Shanni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Letter &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Something you would replace: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Front teeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Celine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Letter &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cartoon character:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Kaname&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Maria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Letter &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Notorious people:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;George Bush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Celine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Letter &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Notorious&lt;/span&gt; people:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Guowin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Shanni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Letter &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Something&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; in the room&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Liars x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;They were right beside me, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Maria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Letter S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crime:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Skipping school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;How ironic eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haha. I nearly laughed till I cried. It was an awesome way to kill time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Call us lifeless, at least we have fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992300311560711934-4320271602242499249?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/4320271602242499249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/4320271602242499249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/08/add-little-bit-of-sugar-and-ill-mend.html' title='Add a little bit of sugar and I&apos;ll mend slowly'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-7633439285002984690</id><published>2008-08-12T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T21:42:24.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately I'm beginning to find that when I drive myself, light is found</title><content type='html'>Gah. So we skipped school today. Joy, joy. It was pretty productive actually. We went to Tesco and got a few things. I swear, we are the slowest shoppers I've ever met. Psh. We took over an hour to get only a few things. Such a waste of the hour but whatever. Was still fun. Then, we went to Ikea to have the cheapest and best hot dogs ever. So worth it. I only spent RM 3 on lunch today. Which is way less than what I spend for just recess in school. Maria says the school should be ashamed of themselves and I happen to agree with her on that.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, we got bored and still had a little time left so off we went to Curve to camwhore. You know, the usual. Go into shops and try on random dresses and snap away. Yeah, the usual (; Hah. I'll upload pictures some other time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ooh. Guess what else we did?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maria &amp;amp; I figured out the notes to Jack Mannequin's Dark Blue on piano. Whee. That was fun. We had no manuscript, no score. Just our minds put together. We experimented with the keys and finally got it. : D It was hilarious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right, we also tried to make popcorn. Now, that was the only unproductive part of today. We burnt the popcorn. God knows how that happened but yeah, we did x) But, wait, we made pizza, which turned out okay looking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God, who am I kidding? It tasted bad. Like, yuck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long story short, it was a productive day. Up until we started cooking food, ahh. Then, everything went downwards (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;++&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;lat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;ion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;ship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;tte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you have any friends of the opposite sex? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes. I have best friends, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you in a relationship? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who was the last person you dated? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's a secret. (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is the best quality in a guy/&lt;s&gt;girl&lt;/s&gt;? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever been cheated on? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not that I know of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever cheated on someone?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; No. I can't stand even the idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When was your first serious relationship?  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I was mature enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who with? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You know who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever had friends with benefits? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What makes the opposite sex attractive? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Their eyes, body, the way they look at me et cetera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you have a crush? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you dream about your crush? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haha. I prefer to keep my dreams to myself, thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is there someone you want to kiss? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Every girl has someone they want to kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever kept a crush super secret? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No, I don't think so. I've told at least one of my friends, for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever done something you regret? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hasn't everyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever hurt someone? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes and I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Has someone ever hurt you? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh, so many times. But I've gotten used to the horrid feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you care about money? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes. But I wouldn't love someone for theirs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Were you ever with someone completely opposite of you? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you miss someone? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's the first thing you notice about the opposite sex? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;His smile, his eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever had a crush on someone that was in a relationship? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I try not to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever kissed a stranger?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What would be your perfect date? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something romantic but not to cheesy. Something heart-melting but not too 'all about love'. Something fun and worth remembering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you prefer holding hands or making out? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Right now, holding hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's the best physical attribute? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lost someone? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes and it hurt real bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do you feel about long distance relationships?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I've never been in one so until then, I have nothing to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you want them to be smart? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes but I wouldn't change them if they were not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last one of the opposite sex you talked to? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jia Shern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How many people have you dated since January? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's for me to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you care if they share your religion?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; No, it's not a huge deal to me, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever said I love you and meant it?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I only say it when I mean it. I don't like people who say it just for the sake of saying it. I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you think internet relationships can really work? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Worth a shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When was the last time you slow danced? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't remember. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does anyone have a crush on you?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I don't know, you tell me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you want to get married? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Every girl wants to have a perfect husband someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever stalked someone? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Has someone ever stalked you? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't know how to answer that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever done the love calculator? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everyone has, at least once. It happens to be something every teenager does through their teenage years&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would you ever kiss someone in front of your parents?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever skinny dipped with the opposite sex? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever slept in the same bed as the opposite sex? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ehh, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever had sex?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you bite when you kiss? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Am I suppose to answer this? (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would you date someone from another state?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Depends, on a lot of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would you be with someone with glasses? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah, why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you kissed someone in a restaurant? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you care if they drink? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think every guy has a drink once in a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you care if they smoke? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes and I'd make them stop if I could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever been called a tease? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever cried over someone who you were just 'talking' with? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes, I have to admit I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever liked someone from a different country? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There was this one guy. But he was from across the world. Haha. I met him while I was vacationing somewhere (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would you play with their hair? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would you do anything for the person you like? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whatever I can do, I will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you miss a past relationship?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ahh. Not for you to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's really important to have in a relationship? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trust, honesty, fun et cetera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you like getting massages? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ooh, yeah ( :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would you date someone that doubled popped their collars? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Err.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you like to cuddle? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tag :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Maria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sonia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Demie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Kim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sheela&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/992300311560711934-7633439285002984690?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/7633439285002984690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/7633439285002984690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/08/lately-im-beginning-to-find-that-when-i.html' title='Lately I&apos;m beginning to find that when I drive myself, light is found'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-8044674563183435328</id><published>2008-08-11T22:38:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T08:41:24.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And it kills me inside</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Okay. Now that that is done. I'll move on to today.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh, no actually, I'm too lazy to blog about today. But here, pictures, pictures, pictures. Camwhored like a bunch of idiots. So many pictures, it's making my computer lag. Gah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy ( :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBaPAyNEvI/AAAAAAAABRI/OTdv0E6Izik/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBaPAyNEvI/AAAAAAAABRI/OTdv0E6Izik/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233281980959625970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBaPtGYM6I/AAAAAAAABRQ/UWw1tDGJLHo/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBaPtGYM6I/AAAAAAAABRQ/UWw1tDGJLHo/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233281992855401378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eek, this is so ugly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBaWulukKI/AAAAAAAABRY/ZXlPlYJvClY/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBaYYC-mqI/AAAAAAAABRo/oodxb4sFRiA/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+012.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233282141822818978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Secondary 2 Dickens '2oo8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBZTNAwWtI/AAAAAAAABQo/0bvV5HZYurs/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBZTNAwWtI/AAAAAAAABQo/0bvV5HZYurs/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233280953449732818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBZT3C6xAI/AAAAAAAABQw/v_JyVoDqs0s/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBZT3C6xAI/AAAAAAAABQw/v_JyVoDqs0s/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+016.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233280964733092866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBZUERQEOI/AAAAAAAABQ4/UFLHQCNdCK8/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBZUERQEOI/AAAAAAAABQ4/UFLHQCNdCK8/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+018.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233280968282869986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBZUskG_II/AAAAAAAABRA/DVstkH9hxU8/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBZUskG_II/AAAAAAAABRA/DVstkH9hxU8/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+019.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233280979099384962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Us girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We never get bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBYY4Y31iI/AAAAAAAABQQ/Uls1K0QNCY4/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBYY4Y31iI/AAAAAAAABQQ/Uls1K0QNCY4/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+021.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233279951481329186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Loves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBYacSQuxI/AAAAAAAABQY/pJBTaQ9ksNQ/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBYacSQuxI/AAAAAAAABQY/pJBTaQ9ksNQ/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+023.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233279978297146130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Odd candid shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBYa_QiXtI/AAAAAAAABQg/Yd9U1RSc4gg/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBYa_QiXtI/AAAAAAAABQg/Yd9U1RSc4gg/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+024.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233279987685154514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBXdHb5hVI/AAAAAAAABPo/LzkCyv-OFOQ/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBXdHb5hVI/AAAAAAAABPo/LzkCyv-OFOQ/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+028.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233278924728403282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I likeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBXduYphFI/AAAAAAAABPw/kavGxXuBq-I/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBXduYphFI/AAAAAAAABPw/kavGxXuBq-I/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+029.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233278935183754322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBXf5gOfNI/AAAAAAAABP4/KQal6MDuydI/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBXf5gOfNI/AAAAAAAABP4/KQal6MDuydI/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+030.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233278972528065746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sesat x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBXgVKK-PI/AAAAAAAABQA/5Au9inhv5fs/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBXgVKK-PI/AAAAAAAABQA/5Au9inhv5fs/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+031.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233278979951753458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBXiZ4DA7I/AAAAAAAABQI/8Kh-w40aV3M/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBXiZ4DA7I/AAAAAAAABQI/8Kh-w40aV3M/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+033.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233279015577650098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBWOzkvs6I/AAAAAAAABOo/Dv5vkXRDgfM/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBWOzkvs6I/AAAAAAAABOo/Dv5vkXRDgfM/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+034.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233277579367003042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sonia - the Peeing Dog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Weng Yan - Lamp post&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jade - Retarded Car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBWQHzFWxI/AAAAAAAABOw/Ns8iUfQW3c0/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBWQHzFWxI/AAAAAAAABOw/Ns8iUfQW3c0/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+036.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233277601975720722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBWSPMP6eI/AAAAAAAABO4/JJQO5FwX65s/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBWSPMP6eI/AAAAAAAABO4/JJQO5FwX65s/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+037.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233277638320056802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBWSmC4Q5I/AAAAAAAABPA/lyGu1pZD8AU/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBWSmC4Q5I/AAAAAAAABPA/lyGu1pZD8AU/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+038.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233277644454773650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBWSyWMJ-I/AAAAAAAABPI/iVaspFcSvc0/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBWSyWMJ-I/AAAAAAAABPI/iVaspFcSvc0/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+039.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233277647756994530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBUVueVtEI/AAAAAAAABNY/whBkVuhjK-0/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBUVueVtEI/AAAAAAAABNY/whBkVuhjK-0/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+044.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233275499233784898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBUXLNuTdI/AAAAAAAABNg/bD9XYFzLu9g/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBUXLNuTdI/AAAAAAAABNg/bD9XYFzLu9g/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+047.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233275524128591314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have no idea who kept taking these shots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBUX_zdymI/AAAAAAAABNo/nObGQpdpqkE/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBUX_zdymI/AAAAAAAABNo/nObGQpdpqkE/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+048.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233275538245536354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBUYGA3dOI/AAAAAAAABN4/bIq9gvvtKwU/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBUYGA3dOI/AAAAAAAABN4/bIq9gvvtKwU/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+049.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233275539912357090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBUYrndLhI/AAAAAAAABOA/TgISQqQ3I8M/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBUYrndLhI/AAAAAAAABOA/TgISQqQ3I8M/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+050.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233275550006324754" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These are from my phone. Which Maria happens to think is very clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBSFJze7ZI/AAAAAAAABMw/e4qLuw4PGDg/s1600-h/DSC01453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBSFJze7ZI/AAAAAAAABMw/e4qLuw4PGDg/s320/DSC01453.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233273015489195410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ebony &amp;amp; Ivory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBSFURiMwI/AAAAAAAABM4/kp_UVC2OZt8/s1600-h/DSC01454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBSFURiMwI/AAAAAAAABM4/kp_UVC2OZt8/s320/DSC01454.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233273018299593474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate to admit their my bestfriends (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, I'm kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBSFeq5gmI/AAAAAAAABNA/6f1PAOm1f1I/s1600-h/DSC01455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBSFeq5gmI/AAAAAAAABNA/6f1PAOm1f1I/s320/DSC01455.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233273021090333282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBSFpcc-pI/AAAAAAAABNI/1ryDJckofwY/s1600-h/DSC01456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBSFpcc-pI/AAAAAAAABNI/1ryDJckofwY/s320/DSC01456.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233273023982533266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sonia sweetie, so gorgeous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBSGGfcdbI/AAAAAAAABNQ/GNyiUtep6Xc/s1600-h/DSC01457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBSGGfcdbI/AAAAAAAABNQ/GNyiUtep6Xc/s320/DSC01457.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233273031779710386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBRl0z2nPI/AAAAAAAABMI/oZaHvTBScgI/s1600-h/DSC01458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBRl0z2nPI/AAAAAAAABMI/oZaHvTBScgI/s320/DSC01458.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233272477277658354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you love your girl friends, you'd do anything for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trust me on that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBRl1MIBwI/AAAAAAAABMQ/zy5M0pwls94/s1600-h/DSC01459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBRl1MIBwI/AAAAAAAABMQ/zy5M0pwls94/s320/DSC01459.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233272477379462914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBRo7hgjVI/AAAAAAAABMY/Tw_az1uxXJ8/s1600-h/DSC01460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBRo7hgjVI/AAAAAAAABMY/Tw_az1uxXJ8/s320/DSC01460.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233272530619370834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fantastic Four &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBRpAoJ0jI/AAAAAAAABMg/DZw5pHbwkVs/s1600-h/DSC01462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBRpAoJ0jI/AAAAAAAABMg/DZw5pHbwkVs/s320/DSC01462.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233272531989418546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBRpOhTwVI/AAAAAAAABMo/lwzJscDRhcw/s1600-h/DSC01463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBRpOhTwVI/AAAAAAAABMo/lwzJscDRhcw/s320/DSC01463.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233272535718805842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And we snuck in Wordsworth to take pictures in the grey shelves :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBRC3SO_5I/AAAAAAAABLg/I2CZ6Rb2PBc/s1600-h/DSC01466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBRC3SO_5I/AAAAAAAABLg/I2CZ6Rb2PBc/s320/DSC01466.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233271876646535058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBRC_9RCbI/AAAAAAAABLo/2lxZcbV_Zts/s1600-h/DSC01467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBRC_9RCbI/AAAAAAAABLo/2lxZcbV_Zts/s320/DSC01467.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233271878974507442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBRDHGV1eI/AAAAAAAABLw/HijV6XBRplA/s1600-h/DSC01468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBRDHGV1eI/AAAAAAAABLw/HijV6XBRplA/s320/DSC01468.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233271880891618786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hungry? Try this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Psh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks Kar-Munn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBRDLm0whI/AAAAAAAABL4/ayDj-dIiUX4/s1600-h/DSC01469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBRDLm0whI/AAAAAAAABL4/ayDj-dIiUX4/s320/DSC01469.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233271882101604882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'So NOT Cool' =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wrote that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBRDd-S4sI/AAAAAAAABMA/gUZNLfcIpOA/s1600-h/DSC01470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBRDd-S4sI/AAAAAAAABMA/gUZNLfcIpOA/s320/DSC01470.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233271887031886530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A girl's bottom half, yet again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBQs_mhzQI/AAAAAAAABK4/39fsimdwXnw/s1600-h/DSC01471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBQs_mhzQI/AAAAAAAABK4/39fsimdwXnw/s320/DSC01471.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233271500922014978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBQtHc6zfI/AAAAAAAABLA/AbXWtUuH4tM/s1600-h/DSC01473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBQtHc6zfI/AAAAAAAABLA/AbXWtUuH4tM/s320/DSC01473.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233271503029194226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBQtTwXtUI/AAAAAAAABLI/WTODhOTWu-A/s1600-h/DSC01474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBQtTwXtUI/AAAAAAAABLI/WTODhOTWu-A/s320/DSC01474.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233271506332005698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBQtilu1tI/AAAAAAAABLQ/JL38zUJYbJU/s1600-h/DSC01475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBQtilu1tI/AAAAAAAABLQ/JL38zUJYbJU/s320/DSC01475.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233271510313916114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBQtzR-yQI/AAAAAAAABLY/pg5wWxb6cDg/s1600-h/DSC01476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBQtzR-yQI/AAAAAAAABLY/pg5wWxb6cDg/s320/DSC01476.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233271514794477826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shanni loves Maria &amp;amp; Sarah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the other way 'round, too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBQZWHqciI/AAAAAAAABKQ/tX7cfa-PaR0/s1600-h/DSC01477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBQZWHqciI/AAAAAAAABKQ/tX7cfa-PaR0/s320/DSC01477.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233271163369189922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBQZcYHa2I/AAAAAAAABKY/ALxouIkQtwk/s1600-h/DSC01478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBQZcYHa2I/AAAAAAAABKY/ALxouIkQtwk/s320/DSC01478.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233271165048810338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBQZifBPrI/AAAAAAAABKg/wtek8Ukpo0Q/s1600-h/DSC01479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBQZifBPrI/AAAAAAAABKg/wtek8Ukpo0Q/s320/DSC01479.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233271166688378546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Weng Yan, Shanni, Jade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBQZsq4LoI/AAAAAAAABKo/d10guyrnl1Y/s1600-h/DSC01480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBQZsq4LoI/AAAAAAAABKo/d10guyrnl1Y/s320/DSC01480.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233271169422470786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ichijho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBQZ9P5d0I/AAAAAAAABKw/3_yHn69DU8k/s1600-h/DSC01481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBQZ9P5d0I/AAAAAAAABKw/3_yHn69DU8k/s320/DSC01481.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233271173872711490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kaname&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBQCHAf0xI/AAAAAAAABJo/oaN4liLAzNA/s1600-h/DSC01483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBQCHAf0xI/AAAAAAAABJo/oaN4liLAzNA/s320/DSC01483.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233270764175610642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah, sexy (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBQCORs9jI/AAAAAAAABJw/Y92xycK4PMc/s1600-h/DSC01484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBQCORs9jI/AAAAAAAABJw/Y92xycK4PMc/s320/DSC01484.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233270766126822962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Celine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBQCrnyfYI/AAAAAAAABJ4/6974cqWFOC4/s1600-h/DSC01485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBQCrnyfYI/AAAAAAAABJ4/6974cqWFOC4/s320/DSC01485.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233270774004088194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ohmygod, I love these girls to tiny bits!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBQC7dnumI/AAAAAAAABKA/ilH_XktkQpM/s1600-h/DSC01486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBQC7dnumI/AAAAAAAABKA/ilH_XktkQpM/s320/DSC01486.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233270778256407138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBQCy2_C-I/AAAAAAAABKI/bbGmfM13wPg/s1600-h/DSC01487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBQCy2_C-I/AAAAAAAABKI/bbGmfM13wPg/s320/DSC01487.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233270775946873826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBPvdbWzZI/AAAAAAAABJA/FEHobRmsDII/s1600-h/DSC01489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBPvdbWzZI/AAAAAAAABJA/FEHobRmsDII/s320/DSC01489.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233270443776331154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBPvrvcGMI/AAAAAAAABJI/GEpF7XRZmRE/s1600-h/DSC01494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBPvrvcGMI/AAAAAAAABJI/GEpF7XRZmRE/s320/DSC01494.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233270447618660546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBPvnH5JMI/AAAAAAAABJQ/KbFMWzvEyZM/s1600-h/DSC01495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBPvnH5JMI/AAAAAAAABJQ/KbFMWzvEyZM/s320/DSC01495.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233270446379050178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She caught me off guard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBPv7XsR3I/AAAAAAAABJY/vIb0aRgs_Iw/s1600-h/DSC01496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBPv7XsR3I/AAAAAAAABJY/vIb0aRgs_Iw/s320/DSC01496.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233270451814025074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBPv-ha_8I/AAAAAAAABJg/1yvBTjfgVv8/s1600-h/DSC01497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBPv-ha_8I/AAAAAAAABJg/1yvBTjfgVv8/s320/DSC01497.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233270452660142018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBPST-NfuI/AAAAAAAABIY/EAFDcVGep2Q/s1600-h/DSC01499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBPST-NfuI/AAAAAAAABIY/EAFDcVGep2Q/s320/DSC01499.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233269943021960930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBPSZDbALI/AAAAAAAABIg/A9C3TkA0Rpg/s1600-h/DSC01500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBPSZDbALI/AAAAAAAABIg/A9C3TkA0Rpg/s320/DSC01500.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233269944385994930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kar-Munn (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBPScZFS5I/AAAAAAAABIo/WgCY3jCQbpw/s1600-h/DSC01501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBPScZFS5I/AAAAAAAABIo/WgCY3jCQbpw/s320/DSC01501.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233269945282153362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They were practicing their skit thingi &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and Eugene was the Troll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBPSimoTKI/AAAAAAAABIw/kK_EGulgpO4/s1600-h/DSC01502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBPSimoTKI/AAAAAAAABIw/kK_EGulgpO4/s320/DSC01502.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233269946949586082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBPSkRQJ6I/AAAAAAAABI4/gcKdhfjKO9w/s1600-h/DSC01503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBPSkRQJ6I/AAAAAAAABI4/gcKdhfjKO9w/s320/DSC01503.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233269947396794274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love you bitch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;++&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Things I need to say:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. Stop being a b*tch please. God. It's so irritating. I don't want him, God no. You have every single part of him. I don't want anything to do with him. I think you're being really immature about this. You and him as well. It's not me who has no guts, it's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and you know it. I know your life sucks right now and you're having a hard time but leave mine the way it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I know that sounds bitchy but whatever, I needed to say that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. I'll always be here for you. You know, no one's at fault and no one's to blame. I'm not on either of your sides. I don't see why there has to be sides. But just so know, I'm here if anything. I'm just a text away sweetie ( :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. Geez, you make my head spin when I think of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/992300311560711934-8044674563183435328?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/8044674563183435328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/8044674563183435328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-it-kills-me-inside.html' title='And it kills me inside'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBaPAyNEvI/AAAAAAAABRI/OTdv0E6Izik/s72-c/Bunny%27s+Meds+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-6981688467590321215</id><published>2008-08-11T22:22:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:37:57.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why are diamonds a girl's best friend?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Before I go on to today's post, let me just say, I've got the pictures from Tasha of our incredible outing yesterday ( : We went to Curve right after ballet and got tickets for Meet Dave. You see, tickets for Dark Knight were completely sold out. I know, I know, we're the only two alive who haven't watched to supposedly awesome movie. Heath Ledger! Ahh. Well, that sucks for us but whatever. Hah. Anyway, we ate at The Apartment. God, the food there was so expensive, we had to share a bowl because we didn't want to spend too much. We were so pathetic. But the waiter was patient and very, very nice. So thumbs up for him (;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, after the movie, in which we smuggled Big Apple donuts in, we went over to Ikano to shop : D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBOZAhc04I/AAAAAAAABIQ/KGZDwkLYkjs/s1600-h/n804725524_3824910_1451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBOZAhc04I/AAAAAAAABIQ/KGZDwkLYkjs/s320/n804725524_3824910_1451.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233268958548513666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Apartment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The nice waiter offered to take this for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He saw us struggling apparently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBOFpinY4I/AAAAAAAABHo/_GUd7ceC5hs/s1600-h/n804725524_3824911_1747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBOFpinY4I/AAAAAAAABHo/_GUd7ceC5hs/s320/n804725524_3824911_1747.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233268625961870210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kopitiam moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to PDI and picked out men's shirts from the men's department (:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBOF4QuiRI/AAAAAAAABHw/sHUfEMlLvl4/s1600-h/n804725524_3824912_6697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBOF4QuiRI/AAAAAAAABHw/sHUfEMlLvl4/s320/n804725524_3824912_6697.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233268629913372946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBOGOXyF1I/AAAAAAAABH4/h-Mw-M-KaXQ/s1600-h/n804725524_3824913_2463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBOGOXyF1I/AAAAAAAABH4/h-Mw-M-KaXQ/s320/n804725524_3824913_2463.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233268635848546130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every girl has a nice bottom half in a picture ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBOGfZm1zI/AAAAAAAABIA/BTtm_H9QcKI/s1600-h/n804725524_3824927_4602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBOGfZm1zI/AAAAAAAABIA/BTtm_H9QcKI/s320/n804725524_3824927_4602.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233268640419600178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBOGbbWmnI/AAAAAAAABII/5DFRVNB1tuA/s1600-h/n804725524_3824928_1707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBOGbbWmnI/AAAAAAAABII/5DFRVNB1tuA/s320/n804725524_3824928_1707.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233268639353182834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBNtgpmonI/AAAAAAAABHA/NUs0uUgeZfo/s1600-h/n804725524_3824929_7268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBNtgpmonI/AAAAAAAABHA/NUs0uUgeZfo/s320/n804725524_3824929_7268.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233268211258401394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBNtySgmGI/AAAAAAAABHI/VesseMoZGpM/s1600-h/n804725524_3824930_4573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBNtySgmGI/AAAAAAAABHI/VesseMoZGpM/s320/n804725524_3824930_4573.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233268215993374818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBNuGRtVpI/AAAAAAAABHQ/KzjLqfSm25I/s1600-h/n804725524_3824931_2366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBNuGRtVpI/AAAAAAAABHQ/KzjLqfSm25I/s320/n804725524_3824931_2366.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233268221358724754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBNuT8DssI/AAAAAAAABHY/HEnxEUjBt40/s1600-h/n804725524_3824939_767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBNuT8DssI/AAAAAAAABHY/HEnxEUjBt40/s320/n804725524_3824939_767.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233268225026011842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is our failed attempt of a gangster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't mind us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBNunxhIcI/AAAAAAAABHg/QNKFbGollkw/s1600-h/n804725524_3824940_1139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBNunxhIcI/AAAAAAAABHg/QNKFbGollkw/s320/n804725524_3824940_1139.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233268230350512578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a pretty brown jacket, too (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBNVTcYc2I/AAAAAAAABGY/eCgE3HsGsyk/s1600-h/n804725524_3824941_751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBNVTcYc2I/AAAAAAAABGY/eCgE3HsGsyk/s320/n804725524_3824941_751.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233267795396424546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBNVi6usQI/AAAAAAAABGg/c1TC2GwwCAI/s1600-h/n804725524_3824942_9751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBNVi6usQI/AAAAAAAABGg/c1TC2GwwCAI/s320/n804725524_3824942_9751.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233267799550243074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you, too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBNV4grc4I/AAAAAAAABGo/kkGqOh26gYA/s1600-h/n804725524_3824943_930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBNV4grc4I/AAAAAAAABGo/kkGqOh26gYA/s320/n804725524_3824943_930.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233267805346558850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, we went to Brand's Outlet. I think PDI was going to kick us out sooner or later so we left as quickly as we could. Hah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBNV9ibyDI/AAAAAAAABGw/-7e9qPO7w9c/s1600-h/n804725524_3824945_9848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBNV9ibyDI/AAAAAAAABGw/-7e9qPO7w9c/s320/n804725524_3824945_9848.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233267806696097842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ahoy, sailors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBNWP_YNaI/AAAAAAAABG4/OJyt25Iy93c/s1600-h/n804725524_3824946_1769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBNWP_YNaI/AAAAAAAABG4/OJyt25Iy93c/s320/n804725524_3824946_1769.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233267811649336738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBM8MS316I/AAAAAAAABFw/Ff9RXiIvses/s1600-h/n804725524_3824947_3715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBM8MS316I/AAAAAAAABFw/Ff9RXiIvses/s320/n804725524_3824947_3715.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233267363980760994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pillow fight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBM8MJGU4I/AAAAAAAABF4/I8vmB6g8lwI/s1600-h/n804725524_3824948_3259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBM8MJGU4I/AAAAAAAABF4/I8vmB6g8lwI/s320/n804725524_3824948_3259.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233267363939767170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shh, I can keep a secret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBM8F71DqI/AAAAAAAABGA/Nac31lKBwkk/s1600-h/n804725524_3824949_4427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBM8F71DqI/AAAAAAAABGA/Nac31lKBwkk/s320/n804725524_3824949_4427.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233267362273496738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ooh, and the jackets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So bright &amp;amp; colourful &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBM8aCNqPI/AAAAAAAABGI/8WG8mwMtEWU/s1600-h/n804725524_3824954_2364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBM8aCNqPI/AAAAAAAABGI/8WG8mwMtEWU/s320/n804725524_3824954_2364.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233267367668984050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBM8aj0KnI/AAAAAAAABGQ/8F6WYvTc7h0/s1600-h/n804725524_3824955_4042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBM8aj0KnI/AAAAAAAABGQ/8F6WYvTc7h0/s320/n804725524_3824955_4042.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233267367809919602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBMe9kKvlI/AAAAAAAABFI/tom0thrIhZU/s1600-h/n804725524_3824956_4392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBMe9kKvlI/AAAAAAAABFI/tom0thrIhZU/s320/n804725524_3824956_4392.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233266861810564690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For Emma &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBMfIBp4FI/AAAAAAAABFQ/1iWEZOu2cAk/s1600-h/n804725524_3824957_4746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBMfIBp4FI/AAAAAAAABFQ/1iWEZOu2cAk/s320/n804725524_3824957_4746.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233266864618594386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBMfIr9UZI/AAAAAAAABFY/aSS5vXnOCxc/s1600-h/n804725524_3824958_1200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBMfIr9UZI/AAAAAAAABFY/aSS5vXnOCxc/s320/n804725524_3824958_1200.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233266864796029330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBMfbrWspI/AAAAAAAABFg/EQTTOj5H-rk/s1600-h/n804725524_3824960_834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBMfbrWspI/AAAAAAAABFg/EQTTOj5H-rk/s320/n804725524_3824960_834.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233266869893771922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBMfhebpCI/AAAAAAAABFo/PUbPomiUMDI/s1600-h/n804725524_3824962_2852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBMfhebpCI/AAAAAAAABFo/PUbPomiUMDI/s320/n804725524_3824962_2852.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233266871450182690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She loves me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(:&lt;/div&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/992300311560711934-6981688467590321215?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/6981688467590321215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/6981688467590321215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-are-diamonds-girls-best-friend.html' title='Why are diamonds a girl&apos;s best friend?'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SKBOZAhc04I/AAAAAAAABIQ/KGZDwkLYkjs/s72-c/n804725524_3824910_1451.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-8493281945292495686</id><published>2008-08-09T13:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T14:28:55.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to paint this picture with just three colours</title><content type='html'>Before I say anything else, I just want to say this.&lt;div&gt;Ahem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Sheela Ratnam&lt;/span&gt; is officially &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;iPod illiterate&lt;/span&gt; (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, it's apparently true. She managed to get her Shuffle working just fine. Huge round of applause for her x) this is fun. I am so so sorry if this kills your moment, Sheela but I find this amusing. Haha. Enjoy it, too. 'Cause now, everyone knows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways. I'm stuck at home today. The past few days have been pretty long &amp;amp; slow. The only excitement I've had in the last three days was when Sheela- yet again her names appears here- and I ran all the way to Cold Storage last evening to return a pair of tap shoes to a very forgetful Cassandra. It was funny. They were only tap shoes, geez. Not like she was going to dies without them. It was still fun to run so far to return them. Excitement of the weekend. Oh then we rushed home because we wanted to catch the Olympics. It was so jammed ohkay. I missed like the first 20 minutes of it, which apparently was the best part. Other than the passing of the Torch. The Torch Run- now that- was kinda cool (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahck. I feel kind of free in a way. I quote: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;'no more worries in my life.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohmygod. I just read Sheela's blog and laughed so hard. Read this. A very rushed conversation we were having while running about, trying to catch Cassandra. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told Sheela that Cassandra was headed to Cold Storage across the road and then I went into the lift, about to go down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Sheela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Shanni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;But I'm in my tap shoes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;-takes off tap shoes- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Okay, you go down in the lift, I'll run down, my sandals are downstairs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;What? Why are your-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-lift closes halfway-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-lift opens on ground floor-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;What are your sandals doing down here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;They weren't down here, they were at first floor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then, we ran towards Cold Storage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;-runs-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Weihh, don't run, I'm in slippers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Oh, right okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-pause-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Ehh, then what am I in, boots ahh?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I don't kn-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;-looks- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Oh, right. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Why are we rushing anyway? It's not like the shoes are alive or something, right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Lets just get it to her, where is she?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I don't know, what if she left?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Right. I laughed hard when I replayed that part in my head x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then, once we got them to her, we went back to the Studio. Only to realize that the only people up there were A i Hong and her students. So, we were kinda stuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eh, who exactly is gonna open the door for us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Oh shit, I didn't think of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't Ai Hong there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;But she's inside teaching!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-rings doorbell- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Craps. We're gonna be stuck out here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;-sighs-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-door opens-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Ohh thank God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-snickers-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The look on your face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And if you think that whole scenario lasted long, you are very, very wrong. When we got back to the studio, only 7 minutes had passed! Ohmygod. I was like,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "are you kidding me?! Only seven freakin' minutes?!"&lt;/span&gt; Would've expected at least 10 minutes or so to past but no, apparently not. Then, we sat down and took deep breaths x) haha. And Sheela being Sheela took out her oh so very great camera and started snapping away again. It is just a camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I kept covering my face with the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;'Tap Guide'&lt;/span&gt; she gave me. Her camera cou&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;ldn't focus then :D So, that makes me a genius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJ04rTCaVEI/AAAAAAAABEQ/MZwWHKgmbuY/s320/P8070560.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Stupid mirror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Psh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;( :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/992300311560711934-8493281945292495686?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/8493281945292495686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/8493281945292495686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-want-to-paint-this-picture-with-just.html' title='I want to paint this picture with just three colours'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJ04rTCaVEI/AAAAAAAABEQ/MZwWHKgmbuY/s72-c/P8070560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-1851199169480502870</id><published>2008-08-07T20:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T20:38:06.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know what's at stake</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I don't know why every little keeps getting on my nerves. God. It's like, it's so easy for me to get irritated with just about anything. I don't know what's gotten into me. Maybe it's you. I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways. Exam's over. What a joy. Hah. I screwed it up so bad, I'll fail it for sure. Oh well. I didn't think I'd pass anyway, so- yeah :) At least it's over with. Thank you all for the good luck wishes. I suppose I sort of needed them. Though I'm not sure I put them to entirely good use but ah. It's over. I didn't do much today. Came home and stoned. Rather boring and dead day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been raining since one this afternoon you know? Gosh. It was storming and the sky was so damn dark. I thought it would clear up soon but no. I fell asleep 'cause I was up till pretty late last night. And when I got up from my nap, guess what- it was still raining. I couldn't believe it. Then, I went out with my mom and sister for about an hour or two. And when I got home, yeah you can probably guess it- still raining. My God. I was wondering when the clouds would get exhausted and stop. I mean, it was nice that it rained seeing as the weather's been so hot the past few days. But when it rains for, what- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;six hours&lt;/span&gt; straight- no, that's just not how it's supposed to work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, I've got this really angry thought in my head. And I just want to blog about it. Kinda like venting all my anger out here- it really helps, you know- but there's some part of me, some really odd part that's stopping me from doing it. Damn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992300311560711934-1851199169480502870?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/1851199169480502870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/1851199169480502870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-know-whats-at-stake.html' title='I know what&apos;s at stake'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-557488997804594192</id><published>2008-08-06T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T19:34:17.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a bitch in every girl</title><content type='html'>I am so screwed. Fullstop. I've got nothing more to say. Tomorrow is going to be hell. You guys should be glad I'm going back to school for the rest of the day. I bet that if I did, I'd throw a hissy fit over the smallest things. So, so, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;soooo screwed&lt;/span&gt;. Omfg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992300311560711934-557488997804594192?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/557488997804594192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/557488997804594192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/08/theres-bitch-in-every-girl.html' title='There&apos;s a bitch in every girl'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-9162841430044962042</id><published>2008-08-05T20:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T20:40:18.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You feel disturbed, I feel like shit.</title><content type='html'>Oh the feeling has so sunk in now. No, best friend, not the feeling that I'm going to fail my piano exam. That sunk in ages ago. This is a different feeling. A recent feeling. God! I thought I was through with it, apparently not. I think I'm going nuts. No, scratch that. I am going nuts. Like, every damn time I listen to this one song, or maybe two, I feel like crap and the whole thing starts again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. I thought I had this under control and over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, why are we so screwed up? Sonn, I know you think no one knows how much pain you're going through. But you're wrong. And I'm telling you this. I've been through it and it hurts like fcuk. Trust me on that. I nearly died the past three weeks. I know you'd expect me to say it'll all get better and that you'll get through it. But I'm not going to say that. I'm sorry. I love you Sonn and I rather you know the truth. It hurts, yes and the feeling just kills you but whatever it is, however long you take to beat that feeling, I'm always here. We're all here and we're not going anywhere. Maria, Jade, Weng Yan, me... We're not going anywhere until you're okay. I promise you that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992300311560711934-9162841430044962042?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/9162841430044962042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/9162841430044962042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-feel-disturbed-i-feel-like-shit.html' title='You feel disturbed, I feel like shit.'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-1850630124476277389</id><published>2008-08-04T20:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T21:19:33.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a little more luck to get me by</title><content type='html'>Thanks for tagging me Sonn (: now I have something to do to kill time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.Tag 5 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by. Continue this game by sending it to other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hurt and disappointed. But I wouldn't show it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;None of my dreams make any sense, so I don't see how it matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Whose butt would you like to kick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Surgical hottie's (; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maria gets this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have a whole list of things, but none of them will make me entirely happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your ideal lover like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edward Cullen's twin mixed with a little of &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Chace Crawford&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Jared Leto&lt;/span&gt; ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I say,  being loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;However long it takes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hah. That's something I prefer to keep to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything that has made you extremely happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes, something that happened in my dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What takes you down the fastest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pressure. Boys. Oh let's cut the crap, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you see yourself in exactly 10 years time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I get there, I'll let you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the most important to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Those who understand the pain I go through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Those who can tell what I'm trying to say without me having to actually say it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Those who don't ask whether I'm okay when they know I'm not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Those who keep a secret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Those who don't make empty promises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Those who love me for me and not for what I look like or what I say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of person is the one who tagged you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aww. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Sonia&lt;/span&gt; is my best friend and I'll whatever for her. I talked to him for you, didn't I? (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I'll do it, again if you want me to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather be rich but single or married but poor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Neither.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the first thing you do when you wake up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Try to remember my illogical dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes, if he means &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; much to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you fall in love with 2 people simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What type of people do you hate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Liars, cheats et cetera. I don't think it's nice to list it down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List 5 people you want to tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ky Lynn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Kitt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;; &lt;/span&gt;Demie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Megan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sheela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992300311560711934-1850630124476277389?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/1850630124476277389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/1850630124476277389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-need-little-more-luck-to-get-me-by.html' title='I need a little more luck to get me by'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-7652718092593469422</id><published>2008-08-04T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T20:50:16.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I hold my breath, it's you I breathe</title><content type='html'>I am not going to blog about today. I mean, yes I feel exceptionally good about myself. But me, being an ordinary teenage girl, I can't help but wonder about the 'what could have been'. Ahh. So typical but whatever. I'm not going back on my words because the previous time I did that, it got me nowhere. And that sucked.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, enough of that. My family has been having really funny conversations these past few days. Hah. I laughed pretty hard. Check it out. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one was yesterday while we were having dinner. Sara was playing with her cartoon stickers and stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Sara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sara, don't stick all those all over the furniture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;What's furniture?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-pause-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Is that the name of the light? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hahahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I found that so adorable the way she said it (; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hmm, and these were today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mummy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shanni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;So you mean I have to send the kids to school tmrw?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Err. Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;But I can't take Evan along with me because after I send the girls to school I have to go to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;What? School?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Pft, school. I meant work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I couldn't stop laughing, nearly choked on my food x) The word school just slipped out and it sounded so normal until I actually played that conversation back in my head. Then, I realized it. Lol. There was another conversation which made me laugh but I can't remember it. Haha. I'm watching Friends now so yes, I am distracted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;One more thing. I hate you Tasha &amp;amp; Iman. I want a picture with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jared Leto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;! OhmyeffinGod. His eyes! I can't believe you two. Pft, Maria, we should've gone x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992300311560711934-7652718092593469422?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/7652718092593469422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/7652718092593469422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-i-hold-my-breath-its-you-i-breathe.html' title='When I hold my breath, it&apos;s you I breathe'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-3377449036792423971</id><published>2008-08-03T11:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T11:27:16.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being there when you need me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's late morning right now and I already am on the computer. Pft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THREE NAMES YOU GO BY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shanni, Bunny (KyLynn calls me this), Shan (Kim calls me this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh err. I don't know. My eyes, smile and feet! 'Cause I can dance with them : D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm purely chin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THREE THINGS YOU CAN'T STAND&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lizards, the sight of a lot of blood, the smell of smoke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bees, cockroaches, horror movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVOURITE SHOWS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One Tree Hill, House, Friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVOURITE JAPANESE ANIMES/CARTOONS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sailor Moon :D it's entertaining okay! Err. I'm blank now. Hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVOURITE NON-ENGLISH SHOWS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Err.. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THREE OF YOUR CURRENT FAVORITE SONGS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Always Love - Nada Surf, Tongue Tied - Faber Drive, May Angles Lead You In - Jimmy Eat World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THREE MOVIES YOU CAN WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mean Girls, Step Up, Harry Potter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THREE MOVIES YOU WOULD LIKE TO WATCH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wanted, Dark Knight, Made of Honour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Handphone, computer, iPod&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T shirt, shorts, hair tie? Hah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trust, commitment, fun (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THREE PHYISCAL THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE GENDER THAT APPEALS TO YOU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eyes, body, hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THREE BAD HABITS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unorganized, very last minute, lazy x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVOURITE HOBBIES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dancing, cheer, reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANNA DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eat- I haven't eaten at all, read and tap. I haven't tapped in two weeks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING OR CURRENTLY PURSUING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Performer, magazine editor, designer (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;United States, Switzerland, Mauritius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THREE KID'S NAMES YOU LIKE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haha. I'll figure this out somewhere along the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANNA DO BEFORE YOU DIE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meet Chace Crawford (; Watch Liverpool play a live match, get a car x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THREE THINGS THAT SHOW THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A GIRL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fussy about appearance, fantasizes about people like Chace Crawford &amp;amp; Jared Leto, enjoys shopping :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;INITIALS OF THREE CRUSHES (current or previous)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pft. I am so not putting those down here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THREE PEOPLE YOU TAG TO DO THIS SURVEY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maria, Kim, Demie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992300311560711934-3377449036792423971?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/3377449036792423971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/3377449036792423971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/08/being-there-when-you-need-me.html' title='Being there when you need me'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-2847079400424188554</id><published>2008-08-02T21:41:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T22:06:40.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I stuttered when you asked me what I'm thinking 'bout</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Pictures, finally (; I'm sorry if this bores you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRoo2o3-RI/AAAAAAAABDE/6u35mpvDbI8/s1600-h/n663239764_599095_1894.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRoo2o3-RI/AAAAAAAABDE/6u35mpvDbI8/s320/n663239764_599095_1894.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229920118354999570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First picture of an amazing outing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRoo5yWgYI/AAAAAAAABDM/NSwzQ1q1zz4/s1600-h/n663239764_599096_2183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRoo5yWgYI/AAAAAAAABDM/NSwzQ1q1zz4/s320/n663239764_599096_2183.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229920119200055682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRopBq4prI/AAAAAAAABDU/Emhhlqc3QbA/s1600-h/n663239764_599097_2467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRopBq4prI/AAAAAAAABDU/Emhhlqc3QbA/s320/n663239764_599097_2467.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229920121316222642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRoKHzT3RI/AAAAAAAABCc/uZKxlPWkZ6A/s1600-h/n663239764_599098_2759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRoKHzT3RI/AAAAAAAABCc/uZKxlPWkZ6A/s320/n663239764_599098_2759.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229919590386228498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Awesome photography skills, don't you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRoKe3U9HI/AAAAAAAABCk/UJxiHsneWyY/s1600-h/n663239764_599100_3331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRoKe3U9HI/AAAAAAAABCk/UJxiHsneWyY/s320/n663239764_599100_3331.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229919596577092722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRoKd0bU3I/AAAAAAAABCs/YrrK2J4lOKg/s1600-h/n663239764_599101_3630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRoKd0bU3I/AAAAAAAABCs/YrrK2J4lOKg/s320/n663239764_599101_3630.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229919596296491890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRoKgxRD4I/AAAAAAAABC0/zRLFkk3cLXs/s1600-h/n663239764_599102_3909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRoKgxRD4I/AAAAAAAABC0/zRLFkk3cLXs/s320/n663239764_599102_3909.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229919597088542594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had fun here, though I'd never admit it (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Especially not to Emms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRoKkTG-pI/AAAAAAAABC8/D4xNG1k2TeY/s1600-h/n663239764_599103_4213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRoKkTG-pI/AAAAAAAABC8/D4xNG1k2TeY/s320/n663239764_599103_4213.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229919598035794578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O 'Briens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRnsn2vSPI/AAAAAAAABB0/imJ8dipoZOw/s1600-h/n663239764_599105_4806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRnsn2vSPI/AAAAAAAABB0/imJ8dipoZOw/s320/n663239764_599105_4806.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229919083594467570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And they said Jon looked drunk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRns9-zXtI/AAAAAAAABB8/bf5GpweGU4A/s1600-h/n663239764_599106_5111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRns9-zXtI/AAAAAAAABB8/bf5GpweGU4A/s320/n663239764_599106_5111.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229919089533869778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, we own the place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRnszh-WlI/AAAAAAAABCE/3kVIY85XSO8/s1600-h/n663239764_599108_5730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRnszh-WlI/AAAAAAAABCE/3kVIY85XSO8/s320/n663239764_599108_5730.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229919086728600146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ugly, UGLY candid shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRntMdg53I/AAAAAAAABCM/Ztu1mdB4FX8/s1600-h/n663239764_599110_6336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRntMdg53I/AAAAAAAABCM/Ztu1mdB4FX8/s320/n663239764_599110_6336.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229919093420779378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRntJfqscI/AAAAAAAABCU/W17oF--3Fdw/s1600-h/n663239764_599111_6655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRntJfqscI/AAAAAAAABCU/W17oF--3Fdw/s320/n663239764_599111_6655.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229919092624503234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I took this :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRnNGZIe0I/AAAAAAAABBM/qdww4-Vg1Dc/s1600-h/n663239764_599112_6968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRnNGZIe0I/AAAAAAAABBM/qdww4-Vg1Dc/s320/n663239764_599112_6968.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229918542035974978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I look horrendous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I look psychotic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRnNJYal5I/AAAAAAAABBU/_ipBtg96BKc/s1600-h/n663239764_599113_7278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRnNJYal5I/AAAAAAAABBU/_ipBtg96BKc/s320/n663239764_599113_7278.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229918542838273938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRnNVfAnkI/AAAAAAAABBc/Q_c0LOvJ9K4/s1600-h/n663239764_599114_7602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRnNVfAnkI/AAAAAAAABBc/Q_c0LOvJ9K4/s320/n663239764_599114_7602.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229918546087157314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRnNjorzVI/AAAAAAAABBo/rNQJ_lBaUVY/s1600-h/n663239764_599116_8241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRnNjorzVI/AAAAAAAABBo/rNQJ_lBaUVY/s320/n663239764_599116_8241.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229918549885832530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRmo6ci3dI/AAAAAAAABAk/UOYfCFm5r9s/s1600-h/n663239764_599120_9563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRmo6ci3dI/AAAAAAAABAk/UOYfCFm5r9s/s320/n663239764_599120_9563.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229917920353770962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jon was inside, hah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRmpPvYx5I/AAAAAAAABAs/rprMO3PfBh4/s1600-h/n663239764_599122_224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRmpPvYx5I/AAAAAAAABAs/rprMO3PfBh4/s320/n663239764_599122_224.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229917926069946258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRmpUZg6mI/AAAAAAAABA0/9sc1qc8tG_g/s1600-h/n663239764_599123_550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRmpUZg6mI/AAAAAAAABA0/9sc1qc8tG_g/s320/n663239764_599123_550.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229917927320382050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRmpawgYoI/AAAAAAAABA8/RHUQVtmpOTQ/s1600-h/n663239764_599124_873.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRmpawgYoI/AAAAAAAABA8/RHUQVtmpOTQ/s320/n663239764_599124_873.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229917929027428994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRmpVnP--I/AAAAAAAABBE/Kw4FXUyNtD0/s1600-h/n663239764_599125_1200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRmpVnP--I/AAAAAAAABBE/Kw4FXUyNtD0/s320/n663239764_599125_1200.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229917927646428130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So embarrassing, my best friend (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRmNXY3U7I/AAAAAAAAA_8/8nbxTK9bR3k/s1600-h/n663239764_599126_1522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRmNXY3U7I/AAAAAAAAA_8/8nbxTK9bR3k/s320/n663239764_599126_1522.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229917447086625714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha, Jon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRmNSGRhnI/AAAAAAAABAE/_NpHlvSrnmc/s1600-h/n663239764_599127_1851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRmNSGRhnI/AAAAAAAABAE/_NpHlvSrnmc/s320/n663239764_599127_1851.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229917445666473586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time freezes when we walk the earth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRmNtOrFzI/AAAAAAAABAM/BABSAeN1GNI/s1600-h/n663239764_599129_3022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRmNtOrFzI/AAAAAAAABAM/BABSAeN1GNI/s320/n663239764_599129_3022.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229917452949460786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRmNn4C6zI/AAAAAAAABAU/u6WKkzT12qY/s1600-h/n663239764_599132_4095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRmNn4C6zI/AAAAAAAABAU/u6WKkzT12qY/s320/n663239764_599132_4095.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229917451512376114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRmN0EkTaI/AAAAAAAABAc/ggfWcDG4BxY/s1600-h/n663239764_599133_4435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRmN0EkTaI/AAAAAAAABAc/ggfWcDG4BxY/s320/n663239764_599133_4435.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229917454786121122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRlwboX6yI/AAAAAAAAA_U/050aHkBeKLQ/s1600-h/n663239764_599137_5846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRlwboX6yI/AAAAAAAAA_U/050aHkBeKLQ/s320/n663239764_599137_5846.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229916950009211682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRlwdZrRRI/AAAAAAAAA_c/RcsTaq2f2jg/s1600-h/n663239764_599138_6207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRlwdZrRRI/AAAAAAAAA_c/RcsTaq2f2jg/s320/n663239764_599138_6207.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229916950484436242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tappers for life (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRlwiK7TyI/AAAAAAAAA_k/txlJ7_imSLs/s1600-h/n663239764_599139_6562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRlwiK7TyI/AAAAAAAAA_k/txlJ7_imSLs/s320/n663239764_599139_6562.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229916951764750114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take one, fail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Words not visible. Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRlwjafOsI/AAAAAAAAA_s/MI9FkkNIc6M/s1600-h/n663239764_599140_6926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRlwjafOsI/AAAAAAAAA_s/MI9FkkNIc6M/s320/n663239764_599140_6926.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229916952098454210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRlwyffNmI/AAAAAAAAA_0/_h6HA_l5EYI/s1600-h/n663239764_599142_7668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRlwyffNmI/AAAAAAAAA_0/_h6HA_l5EYI/s320/n663239764_599142_7668.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229916956145956450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRlcnACo7I/AAAAAAAAA-s/ojcJMaQPbXk/s1600-h/n663239764_599143_8016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRlcnACo7I/AAAAAAAAA-s/ojcJMaQPbXk/s320/n663239764_599143_8016.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229916609463886770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jon was disgusted. Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRlc1NK-9I/AAAAAAAAA-0/MW417u27aQo/s1600-h/n663239764_599144_8368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRlc1NK-9I/AAAAAAAAA-0/MW417u27aQo/s320/n663239764_599144_8368.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229916613277055954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;L for Loser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRlcxhRLLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/o_IprvOZ1i8/s1600-h/n663239764_599146_9090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRlcxhRLLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/o_IprvOZ1i8/s320/n663239764_599146_9090.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229916612287605938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRldFkS96I/AAAAAAAAA_E/UopuXVqs4oo/s1600-h/n663239764_599147_9450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRldFkS96I/AAAAAAAAA_E/UopuXVqs4oo/s320/n663239764_599147_9450.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229916617669015458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRldOo6hgI/AAAAAAAAA_M/XGwrFYqAwF0/s1600-h/n663239764_599148_9807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRldOo6hgI/AAAAAAAAA_M/XGwrFYqAwF0/s320/n663239764_599148_9807.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229916620104304130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We didn't know her at that point of time. x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRlHhvgPsI/AAAAAAAAA-E/bwxKqFEQXwY/s1600-h/n663239764_599149_185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRlHhvgPsI/AAAAAAAAA-E/bwxKqFEQXwY/s320/n663239764_599149_185.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229916247275093698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRlHxgH24I/AAAAAAAAA-M/7kAWAZ1XnpE/s1600-h/n663239764_599152_1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRlHxgH24I/AAAAAAAAA-M/7kAWAZ1XnpE/s320/n663239764_599152_1280.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229916251505548162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think this is the last picture before we got asked to stop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRlIMJ8z7I/AAAAAAAAA-U/6NlCQk0Pam8/s1600-h/n663239764_599168_4600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRlIMJ8z7I/AAAAAAAAA-U/6NlCQk0Pam8/s320/n663239764_599168_4600.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229916258660306866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRlIBc3ymI/AAAAAAAAA-c/fWbQk21RT6E/s1600-h/n663239764_599168_4600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRlIBc3ymI/AAAAAAAAA-c/fWbQk21RT6E/s320/n663239764_599168_4600.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229916255786879586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRlIefqZNI/AAAAAAAAA-k/8duO_ksKel8/s1600-h/n663239764_599172_5620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRlIefqZNI/AAAAAAAAA-k/8duO_ksKel8/s320/n663239764_599172_5620.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229916263583212754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRkizx4-9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/XXXAxc-2INk/s1600-h/n663239764_599173_5876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRkizx4-9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/XXXAxc-2INk/s320/n663239764_599173_5876.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229915616461781970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRkjLelCVI/AAAAAAAAA9k/G0C4nqN5MK8/s1600-h/n663239764_599174_6152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRkjLelCVI/AAAAAAAAA9k/G0C4nqN5MK8/s320/n663239764_599174_6152.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229915622823233874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Elements&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRkjIlbstI/AAAAAAAAA9s/AV-lJU2_OWE/s1600-h/n663239764_599178_7201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRkjIlbstI/AAAAAAAAA9s/AV-lJU2_OWE/s320/n663239764_599178_7201.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229915622046675666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRkjEW7Q6I/AAAAAAAAA90/rZm8GEkf0iA/s1600-h/n663239764_599179_7470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRkjEW7Q6I/AAAAAAAAA90/rZm8GEkf0iA/s320/n663239764_599179_7470.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229915620912087970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cocktail, Rooster and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;supposedly&lt;/span&gt; a Shrimp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRkjbeXdWI/AAAAAAAAA98/u7Fthy4nojc/s1600-h/n663239764_599185_9159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRkjbeXdWI/AAAAAAAAA98/u7Fthy4nojc/s320/n663239764_599185_9159.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229915627117311330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My best friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Believe it or not &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You're going at it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Except this time, it's different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm not as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;angry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm more of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You are one who makes me so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;indecisive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; about certain things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I don't know how to say this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hmm. I was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; close to thinking that maybe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;you could be a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;decent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You could be the one I thought you were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And then, today, now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I think not anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You've done it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You've turned my whole world around.&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/992300311560711934-2847079400424188554?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/2847079400424188554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/2847079400424188554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-stuttered-when-you-asked-me-what-im.html' title='I stuttered when you asked me what I&apos;m thinking &apos;bout'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRoo2o3-RI/AAAAAAAABDE/6u35mpvDbI8/s72-c/n663239764_599095_1894.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-2008189928355053824</id><published>2008-08-02T19:41:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T20:08:42.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll make every second count</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Okay. I went out with Emms, Tasha &amp;amp; Jon earlier today to Curve. Was there for lunch and walked around and camwhored. Hah. I barely have any pictures with me. Emms &amp;amp; Tasha have them all and adding them up, we took over 100 pictures. No surprise there, knowing us. We're the biggest camwhores I know. I think we freaked Jon out x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRNl2QngRI/AAAAAAAAA8U/JAfj8V11cxQ/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRNl2QngRI/AAAAAAAAA8U/JAfj8V11cxQ/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229890379899699474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRNl4yO-PI/AAAAAAAAA8c/dTYqpAzEQC0/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRNl4yO-PI/AAAAAAAAA8c/dTYqpAzEQC0/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229890380577569010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRNlzd2JWI/AAAAAAAAA8k/EhJ3-DDA_3o/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRNlzd2JWI/AAAAAAAAA8k/EhJ3-DDA_3o/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229890379149878626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRNmCVrvaI/AAAAAAAAA8s/TJmfeHnVkZM/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRNmCVrvaI/AAAAAAAAA8s/TJmfeHnVkZM/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229890383142174114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRNmJpHK6I/AAAAAAAAA80/Ff8k194r-9w/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRNmJpHK6I/AAAAAAAAA80/Ff8k194r-9w/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229890385102711714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;most important&lt;/span&gt; people in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRNCdnObHI/AAAAAAAAA7s/Z1vZLit2yW8/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRNCdnObHI/AAAAAAAAA7s/Z1vZLit2yW8/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229889771988216946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;It was nice to be immature and young again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;(;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRNCkFYdoI/AAAAAAAAA70/L1mlKoMMX6g/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRNCkFYdoI/AAAAAAAAA70/L1mlKoMMX6g/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229889773725316738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRNCtqKf_I/AAAAAAAAA78/XYIRjpCCyeQ/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRNCtqKf_I/AAAAAAAAA78/XYIRjpCCyeQ/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229889776295510002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FOS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRNCzLv4tI/AAAAAAAAA8E/UewAFc9-fVc/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRNCzLv4tI/AAAAAAAAA8E/UewAFc9-fVc/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229889777778549458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Tasha's camera with Emms's face (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I kept laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRNC11iLBI/AAAAAAAAA8M/4WMI593geHQ/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRNC11iLBI/AAAAAAAAA8M/4WMI593geHQ/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229889778490682386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, my family's out now to Gardens. I said I'll stay home tonight because I can't walk. Hah. And before they left, Shea &amp;amp; I were in a good mood so we took our own badge of pictures. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRMmcr_LhI/AAAAAAAAA7U/LO5wFQtUtPY/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRMmcr_LhI/AAAAAAAAA7U/LO5wFQtUtPY/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+012.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229889290703416850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRMmlR11iI/AAAAAAAAA7c/1DvWsG1ZRgQ/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRMmlR11iI/AAAAAAAAA7c/1DvWsG1ZRgQ/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+013.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229889293009671714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRMnD2VC1I/AAAAAAAAA7k/7tf3dByfrkY/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRMnD2VC1I/AAAAAAAAA7k/7tf3dByfrkY/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+014.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229889301215775570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRMT-YnX9I/AAAAAAAAA6s/0SDogNYRSvE/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRMT-YnX9I/AAAAAAAAA6s/0SDogNYRSvE/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+016.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229888973331455954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRMUZEHjuI/AAAAAAAAA60/uGjMcYYLJtA/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRMUZEHjuI/AAAAAAAAA60/uGjMcYYLJtA/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229888980493242082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRMUu5H5tI/AAAAAAAAA68/SOr8H5Qp0Zk/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRMUu5H5tI/AAAAAAAAA68/SOr8H5Qp0Zk/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+019.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229888986352707282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRMUw7K8KI/AAAAAAAAA7E/zSu87bITHNQ/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRMUw7K8KI/AAAAAAAAA7E/zSu87bITHNQ/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+021.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229888986898165922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I found sitting under the glass desk fascinating okay !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRMUxBgqtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/MsJJDzG3fCw/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRMUxBgqtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/MsJJDzG3fCw/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+022.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229888986924755666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRMAXMrAnI/AAAAAAAAA6E/NKWmPkxzJPg/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRMAXMrAnI/AAAAAAAAA6E/NKWmPkxzJPg/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+023.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229888636394865266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRMAj7005I/AAAAAAAAA6M/kM2-nY0c2uo/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRMAj7005I/AAAAAAAAA6M/kM2-nY0c2uo/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+025.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229888639813866386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRMAkIvTPI/AAAAAAAAA6U/m1gFFi3ggLo/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRMAkIvTPI/AAAAAAAAA6U/m1gFFi3ggLo/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+026.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229888639868030194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRMA6pD_gI/AAAAAAAAA6c/14kreGjXwI4/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRMA6pD_gI/AAAAAAAAA6c/14kreGjXwI4/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+027.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229888645909184002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRMA__4ZqI/AAAAAAAAA6k/sohsEHf31Xc/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRMA__4ZqI/AAAAAAAAA6k/sohsEHf31Xc/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+028.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229888647347070626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRLhTr6McI/AAAAAAAAA5k/Q_TM_aCCeL0/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRLhTr6McI/AAAAAAAAA5k/Q_TM_aCCeL0/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229888102876197314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRLhuv0InI/AAAAAAAAA5s/pFxK7GDwGIU/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRLhuv0InI/AAAAAAAAA5s/pFxK7GDwGIU/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+018.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229888110140334706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRLhx98zaI/AAAAAAAAA58/LNokywn7bEU/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+024.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRLhx98zaI/AAAAAAAAA58/LNokywn7bEU/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+024.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229888111004929442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRLFaknPcI/AAAAAAAAA5c/jpE-V7KgUSU/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRLFaknPcI/AAAAAAAAA5c/jpE-V7KgUSU/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+032.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229887623688306114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRKm5MmSEI/AAAAAAAAA4c/S65VDfeiidM/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRKm5MmSEI/AAAAAAAAA4c/S65VDfeiidM/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+033.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229887099333134402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRKnGwAB2I/AAAAAAAAA4k/Qk0NePrlrdo/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRKnGwAB2I/AAAAAAAAA4k/Qk0NePrlrdo/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+034.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229887102971283298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRKneNqIyI/AAAAAAAAA4s/gVTypqwcIjU/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRKneNqIyI/AAAAAAAAA4s/gVTypqwcIjU/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+038.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229887109269693218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRKngVwv6I/AAAAAAAAA40/Tu-tjxSnqJM/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRKngVwv6I/AAAAAAAAA40/Tu-tjxSnqJM/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+039.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229887109840551842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRKoEfIv5I/AAAAAAAAA48/JNlipR1TBKI/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRKoEfIv5I/AAAAAAAAA48/JNlipR1TBKI/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+040.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229887119543549842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRKPvMC8GI/AAAAAAAAA30/AkJO8dJsxXI/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRKPvMC8GI/AAAAAAAAA30/AkJO8dJsxXI/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+041.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229886701509472354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRKP0puXcI/AAAAAAAAA38/OJ9XJig4mS0/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRKP0puXcI/AAAAAAAAA38/OJ9XJig4mS0/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+042.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229886702976130498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRKP_EbD7I/AAAAAAAAA4E/zsffj6zDNVQ/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRKP_EbD7I/AAAAAAAAA4E/zsffj6zDNVQ/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+043.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229886705772466098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I quote:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Put your hands in the air!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRKQKNVzYI/AAAAAAAAA4M/mZgaBM1dJTI/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRKQKNVzYI/AAAAAAAAA4M/mZgaBM1dJTI/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+044.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229886708762660226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRKQVk6dQI/AAAAAAAAA4U/C-ee5J7ny7k/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRKQVk6dQI/AAAAAAAAA4U/C-ee5J7ny7k/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+045.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229886711814321410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRJ6WuWX8I/AAAAAAAAA3M/97JKVGmBM50/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRJ6WuWX8I/AAAAAAAAA3M/97JKVGmBM50/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+046.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229886334165213122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRJ6rYY9BI/AAAAAAAAA3U/oUT81dXu4Zo/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRJ6rYY9BI/AAAAAAAAA3U/oUT81dXu4Zo/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+047.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229886339710252050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I said to wave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this is what I got&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRJ63H4VuI/AAAAAAAAA3c/U_zj73WfI9E/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRJ63H4VuI/AAAAAAAAA3c/U_zj73WfI9E/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+049.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229886342862231266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRJ607GG0I/AAAAAAAAA3k/tL6m677_TjM/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRJ607GG0I/AAAAAAAAA3k/tL6m677_TjM/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+050.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229886342271736642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRJ7BSn-_I/AAAAAAAAA3s/YwB139vS52w/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRJ7BSn-_I/AAAAAAAAA3s/YwB139vS52w/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+051.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229886345591651314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Credits to Shea Chew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRJrCmoCyI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0WfXXh3rrv4/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRJrCmoCyI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0WfXXh3rrv4/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+052.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229886071066069794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRJrHuYqwI/AAAAAAAAA2s/89-j6z7oE08/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRJrHuYqwI/AAAAAAAAA2s/89-j6z7oE08/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+053.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229886072440793858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRJrb6qIKI/AAAAAAAAA20/YRh_w1rsgJQ/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRJrb6qIKI/AAAAAAAAA20/YRh_w1rsgJQ/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+054.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229886077860978850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRJrRoanWI/AAAAAAAAA28/uWToCA53MnM/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRJrRoanWI/AAAAAAAAA28/uWToCA53MnM/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+055.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229886075100110178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRJritB48I/AAAAAAAAA3E/R49qc8F2YSU/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRJritB48I/AAAAAAAAA3E/R49qc8F2YSU/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+056.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229886079682864066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRJOjWR_kI/AAAAAAAAA18/2PFV2p0v5to/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRJOjWR_kI/AAAAAAAAA18/2PFV2p0v5to/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+057.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229885581639679554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRJO9VIpGI/AAAAAAAAA2E/MBVwJTq6QSY/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRJO9VIpGI/AAAAAAAAA2E/MBVwJTq6QSY/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+058.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229885588614194274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRJO73SC0I/AAAAAAAAA2M/0EYCj7ZkGAk/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRJO73SC0I/AAAAAAAAA2M/0EYCj7ZkGAk/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+059.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229885588220545858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shea was laughing so hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRJPDB-3SI/AAAAAAAAA2U/3oIwgc7UgEE/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRJPDB-3SI/AAAAAAAAA2U/3oIwgc7UgEE/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+060.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229885590144474402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He likes the speaker :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRJPP8xoPI/AAAAAAAAA2c/Xd2myP8bUx4/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRJPP8xoPI/AAAAAAAAA2c/Xd2myP8bUx4/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+061.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229885593612296434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What you see in your reflection is nothing like what you see in real life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll get the rest of the pictures and post them up later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pft. Tasha, Mei Yi, Iman et cetera are all at the MTV Asia Awards. Damn. And I'm sitting here at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/992300311560711934-2008189928355053824?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/2008189928355053824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/2008189928355053824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-make-every-second-count.html' title='I&apos;ll make every second count'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJRNl2QngRI/AAAAAAAAA8U/JAfj8V11cxQ/s72-c/Bunny%27s+Meds+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-4395966601081348013</id><published>2008-08-02T17:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T17:54:35.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The best I've ever laid my eyes on</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Oh my effin God. Chace Crawford is eye candy (; He's flawless okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJQuhnDmxVI/AAAAAAAAA1U/ys2BUvNZ1YA/s1600-h/017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJQuhnDmxVI/AAAAAAAAA1U/ys2BUvNZ1YA/s320/017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229856222238655826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJQuhpMJd6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/OBhFJFCFJlk/s1600-h/normal_012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJQuhpMJd6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/OBhFJFCFJlk/s320/normal_012.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229856222811355042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJQuh437LLI/AAAAAAAAA1k/ww-p5njrmi8/s1600-h/normal_0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJQuh437LLI/AAAAAAAAA1k/ww-p5njrmi8/s320/normal_0061.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229856227021499570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJQtoGuojFI/AAAAAAAAA0s/kMioaQCOFgo/s1600-h/006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJQtoGuojFI/AAAAAAAAA0s/kMioaQCOFgo/s320/006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229855234308213842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJQtoUr7YNI/AAAAAAAAA00/IAqNgJK5ZOo/s1600-h/normal_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJQtoUr7YNI/AAAAAAAAA00/IAqNgJK5ZOo/s320/normal_002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229855238054961362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJQtomQeU0I/AAAAAAAAA08/kP1-Z7PACRU/s1600-h/normal_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJQtomQeU0I/AAAAAAAAA08/kP1-Z7PACRU/s320/normal_003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229855242771649346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJQtoj3HAoI/AAAAAAAAA1E/DVcI7XgFYJM/s1600-h/normal_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJQtoj3HAoI/AAAAAAAAA1E/DVcI7XgFYJM/s320/normal_004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229855242128392834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJQto119xAI/AAAAAAAAA1M/CPRxesh-R3U/s1600-h/normal_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJQto119xAI/AAAAAAAAA1M/CPRxesh-R3U/s320/normal_005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229855246955430914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJQtLmSrtRI/AAAAAAAAA0U/f4jH0KsEjE4/s1600-h/normal_008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJQtLmSrtRI/AAAAAAAAA0U/f4jH0KsEjE4/s320/normal_008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229854744564708626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJQtL9hsN7I/AAAAAAAAA0c/nY_PFMHmcLA/s1600-h/normal_009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJQtL9hsN7I/AAAAAAAAA0c/nY_PFMHmcLA/s320/normal_009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229854750801672114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJQtMJqs1vI/AAAAAAAAA0k/ytCXmUPsgaE/s1600-h/normal_013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJQtMJqs1vI/AAAAAAAAA0k/ytCXmUPsgaE/s320/normal_013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229854754060687090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ohmygod.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's a vision in white. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;: D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, leave me alone. A girl can dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/992300311560711934-4395966601081348013?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/4395966601081348013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/4395966601081348013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/08/best-ive-ever-laid-my-eyes-on.html' title='The best I&apos;ve ever laid my eyes on'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJQuhnDmxVI/AAAAAAAAA1U/ys2BUvNZ1YA/s72-c/017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-3122251594868663361</id><published>2008-08-01T19:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T20:03:10.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been held back by something</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just want to rip my knee out. That's all I have to say about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm happy now (: I don't know why. Okay scratch that, I do know why but I'm just going to pretend I don't. It makes things less realistic that way. Reality hasn't done me any good the past weeks so- yeah, you get what I mean. I've got another song stuck in my head. Always Love by Nada Surf, been singing it in my head all day long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love talking to my mom. I tell her almost everything. It's so amusing to talk to her. About school, boys, dance, drama.. I laugh- every time. I know this probably sounds weird to you. I mean, who ever tells their mom what happens in school? No one, or at least no one I know. Well, news flash, I do. And I'm not afraid to admit that :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohmygod. Always Love is such a good song. Ahh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't remember the last time I posted a happy post. It's all been depressing emotional posts since.. since- yeah, that. And I am sorry, I can't help it. But here. A not so saddening post for all of you. Enjoy. This happiness could end tomorrow. Or tonight. Whenever. Whenever reality sets in (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJL5UCZC2RI/AAAAAAAAAzc/MSy7dRqZdbI/s1600-h/IMG_0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJL5UCZC2RI/AAAAAAAAAzc/MSy7dRqZdbI/s320/IMG_0033.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229516239965182226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJL5UcgTWdI/AAAAAAAAAzs/uTeovu7KCaw/s1600-h/IMG_5508.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My two close friends &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, uploader's being annoying so I'mm upload the rest some other time. Or just go to like, Chien Teng's and Sonia's blog. There are a few there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. I'm off now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/992300311560711934-3122251594868663361?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/3122251594868663361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/3122251594868663361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/08/ive-been-held-back-by-something.html' title='I&apos;ve been held back by something'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SJL5UCZC2RI/AAAAAAAAAzc/MSy7dRqZdbI/s72-c/IMG_0033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-5483292815661011172</id><published>2008-07-29T21:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T22:14:43.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know a few who aren't gonna let the pressure get them down</title><content type='html'>I really don't fancy the idea of blogging twice but I have to. You know the past few days, I've felt great. I thought everything was getting back to normal. And it was. I was so sure of it. I still am actually. I think you want it more than I do, which is a lot to say, considering the fact that I want it a whole lot. Anyways, like I said, I've been feeling great. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Up until now that is. I feel- not bad- but disappointed. Okay. You know what, let's cut to the chase. My supposedly support system has definitely let me down. Ouch. It hurts, but it's not the worse pain I've endured. So, I'm managing fine. Or at least I think so. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Right now&lt;/span&gt;, I'm doing okay. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By midnight&lt;/span&gt;, maybe I'll feel slightly worse. T&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;omorrow morning&lt;/span&gt;, I think I'll feel sick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But if &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you're&lt;/span&gt; still talking to me, then I think things would be fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;By support system, I don't mean Maria, Sarah, Weng Yan et cetera et cetera..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;I love you girls, for absolutely everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I mean, someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Someone I'd never thought capable of letting me down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn, I'm going insane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992300311560711934-5483292815661011172?l=retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/5483292815661011172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/992300311560711934/posts/default/5483292815661011172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retracemyfootsteps-shanni.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-know-few-who-arent-gonna-let-pressure.html' title='I know a few who aren&apos;t gonna let the pressure get them down'/><author><name>Shanni (;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13884199422760251613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SSUjKSCkNTI/AAAAAAAABpw/sqibxZu89yQ/S220/DSC_3279.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992300311560711934.post-8856746183508097787</id><published>2008-07-29T17:04:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T12:25:01.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unless, unless, I know, I feel it in my bones</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The trip was alright today. Not entirely fun. Not entirely boring. There was one time where we were laughing so hard and running around taking pictures. There were other times when we just sat at the tables and spaced out. Overall, I'd say it was an okay day. Nothing great. My iPod &amp;amp; phone were fully charged this morning when I brought them to school. Now, they're both dead. Hah. That's how much I used it today. Maria &amp;amp; I took so many pictures. I've got about nearly a hundred. Who knew my phone could last &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; long eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we first got there, we did nothing but stand around for about half an hour or so. Apparently Mozart's bus took the high road and got lost or something like that somewhere. Hah. It was funny at that moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7qv57r7rI/AAAAAAAAAx4/o8Hm0iynlkc/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228374326149639858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7qv57r7rI/AAAAAAAAAx4/o8Hm0iynlkc/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;First picture of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;God, so ugly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7qO-N1AlI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/rSQ1_JMQ0o4/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228373760363790930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7qO-N1AlI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/rSQ1_JMQ0o4/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Soniaaaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7qPEJ2vUI/AAAAAAAAAxY/6x4UPbcwFik/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228373761957739842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7qPEJ2vUI/AAAAAAAAAxY/6x4UPbcwFik/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Jade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7qPKmO99I/AAAAAAAAAxg/RkL1jCbedKg/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228373763687380946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7qPKmO99I/AAAAAAAAAxg/RkL1jCbedKg/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7qPQR1kmI/AAAAAAAAAxo/Z7pAczqQOC8/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228373765212443234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7qPQR1kmI/AAAAAAAAAxo/Z7pAczqQOC8/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I don't know why we took this shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7qPQsM2FI/AAAAAAAAAxw/R_Ff3nVPKag/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228373765323020370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7qPQsM2FI/AAAAAAAAAxw/R_Ff3nVPKag/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Sarah &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7pp7kbcDI/AAAAAAAAAwo/0X_ms32jg_U/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228373123998117938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7pp7kbcDI/AAAAAAAAAwo/0X_ms32jg_U/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7pqPfcMbI/AAAAAAAAAww/bqEqy_W5nUQ/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228373129345905074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7pqPfcMbI/AAAAAAAAAww/bqEqy_W5nUQ/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;The many faces of US.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7pq8fynDI/AAAAAAAAAw4/1yn6avotLr0/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228373141426969650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7pq8fynDI/AAAAAAAAAw4/1yn6avotLr0/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7prOZvDKI/AAAAAAAAAxA/ALAsp3v81Is/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228373146233408674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7prOZvDKI/AAAAAAAAAxA/ALAsp3v81Is/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;She was showing Jade and whoever else how to open her bottle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;:/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7prEBX9DI/AAAAAAAAAxI/wokH4FxHsJM/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228373143446877234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7prEBX9DI/AAAAAAAAAxI/wokH4FxHsJM/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7o4cx1OfI/AAAAAAAAAwA/x33-BlaPJd8/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228372273919244786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7o4cx1OfI/AAAAAAAAAwA/x33-BlaPJd8/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Ohmygod.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7o4VFLGFI/AAAAAAAAAwI/2PeZ---5Wi4/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228372271852886098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7o4VFLGFI/AAAAAAAAAwI/2PeZ---5Wi4/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, we walked into sort of like a little shop. It was filled with chocolates and we were so eager to buy something to eat. You know what burst our bubble though? The oh so very high prices. Gosh. RM65, RM72. The cheapest piece of chocolate we got was RM8. I was so broke. Not a single note left in my purse. So instead of buying the expensive chocolates, we decided to take awesome pictures with the expensive chocolates. Haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7o44HGUBI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/eE5THwp0lGY/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228372281256202258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7o44HGUBI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/eE5THwp0lGY/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7o4wJ7enI/AAAAAAAAAwY/xzv3nE0Mogs/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228372279120591474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7o4wJ7enI/AAAAAAAAAwY/xzv3nE0Mogs/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;The eccentric mirror that we just love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;The Chocolate Room was like nothing. It was nothing compared to the Chocolate Room you find in Willy Wonk'as Chocolate Factory. Yeah, nothing. Not even close. 15 bucks we had to dig out just to pour already made chocolate into the mould like thing. That was all we did. Made a huge mess. Yu Kong is the master at it. Gosh. He practically dumped the whole bowl of chocolate all over the place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7o5NmeehI/AAAAAAAAAwg/7U3swnixZr0/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228372287024953874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7o5NmeehI/AAAAAAAAAwg/7U3swnixZr0/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7oDWvkexI/AAAAAAAAAvY/QdMgN0ZdTtI/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228371361766079250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7oDWvkexI/AAAAAAAAAvY/QdMgN0ZdTtI/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7oDoj4PvI/AAAAAAAAAvg/rmk7wR9JNTM/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228371366548881138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7oDoj4PvI/AAAAAAAAAvg/rmk7wR9JNTM/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7oDlsUTMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/tqkaI68D2F0/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228371365778967746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7oDlsUTMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/tqkaI68D2F0/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7oD3xMefI/AAAAAAAAAvw/9HzOL3RY5qo/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228371370631264754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7oD3xMefI/AAAAAAAAAvw/9HzOL3RY5qo/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;In the 'Chocolate Room'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7oD2d413I/AAAAAAAAAv4/6xbqUmQ0CcY/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228371370281850738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7oD2d413I/AAAAAAAAAv4/6xbqUmQ0CcY/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Shanni Is Awesome! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7npkaRmsI/AAAAAAAAAuw/rcw2sX8vnGg/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228370918758259394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7npkaRmsI/AAAAAAAAAuw/rcw2sX8vnGg/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Okay, ignore us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;We were being real goofballs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Like we'd never seen silver spoons in our life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7nppp-nuI/AAAAAAAAAu4/Hc6WKJFsjso/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228370920166301410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7nppp-nuI/AAAAAAAAAu4/Hc6WKJFsjso/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7np_hyuII/AAAAAAAAAvA/zPjXOHYOOAI/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228370926037547138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7np_hyuII/AAAAAAAAAvA/zPjXOHYOOAI/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7npzK6L9I/AAAAAAAAAvI/8K18s10m4Qc/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228370922720341970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7npzK6L9I/AAAAAAAAAvI/8K18s10m4Qc/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7nqFKuHgI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/5FLb1cLnRh4/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228370927551389186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7nqFKuHgI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/5FLb1cLnRh4/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7mymt-pRI/AAAAAAAAAuI/9wHl1UIkD6w/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228369974484968722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7mymt-pRI/AAAAAAAAAuI/9wHl1UIkD6w/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Mine, were so messy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Hey, at least they didn't taste that bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7mynzMEYI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/ncSfXqA89zE/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228369974775255426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7mynzMEYI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/ncSfXqA89zE/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Sarah, on the other hand, has so much precision, I swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Her chocolates were so nice looking. Hah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7my34zE5I/AAAAAAAAAuY/vp-68Vgh-QY/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228369979093750674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7my34zE5I/AAAAAAAAAuY/vp-68Vgh-QY/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7my884p3I/AAAAAAAAAug/-J8UWIdfpto/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228369980453070706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7my884p3I/AAAAAAAAAug/-J8UWIdfpto/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After we were done pouring everything, we ate the leftover chocolate x) It was so sweet yet we couldn't resist it. Oh and neither could Ms Law. She was being such a kid. I swear I have never seen her like that before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7mzBZnbBI/AAAAAAAAAuo/p8CsVUKe480/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228369981647318034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7mzBZnbBI/AAAAAAAAAuo/p8CsVUKe480/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I was on the verge of laughing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7l_p9XlbI/AAAAAAAAAtg/rB__edJ6ujg/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228369099181495730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7l_p9XlbI/AAAAAAAAAtg/rB__edJ6ujg/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7l_ngOb4I/AAAAAAAAAto/ZS3f0JeM9a8/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228369098522390402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7l_ngOb4I/AAAAAAAAAto/ZS3f0JeM9a8/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7l_3xVChI/AAAAAAAAAtw/zyuGrhWjXHQ/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228369102889093650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7l_3xVChI/AAAAAAAAAtw/zyuGrhWjXHQ/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7mAH-0wEI/AAAAAAAAAt4/nwwVac_4grQ/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228369107240665154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7mAH-0wEI/AAAAAAAAAt4/nwwVac_4grQ/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Ms Law so enjoyed eating pure chocolate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7mANTMk-I/AAAAAAAAAuA/v0wrnwWyvbo/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228369108668290018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7mANTMk-I/AAAAAAAAAuA/v0wrnwWyvbo/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7lRBzNlUI/AAAAAAAAAs4/Jqoe1P2nHlU/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228368298127496514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7lRBzNlUI/AAAAAAAAAs4/Jqoe1P2nHlU/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Dao Ming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7lRBoo-zI/AAAAAAAAAtA/62mjruYWCm0/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228368298083154738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7lRBoo-zI/AAAAAAAAAtA/62mjruYWCm0/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7lRDPXWdI/AAAAAAAAAtI/QIkHK16xa7c/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228368298514012626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7lRDPXWdI/AAAAAAAAAtI/QIkHK16xa7c/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Mariam doing her chocolates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Back to the little shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7lRSM76_I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/fxvrGivdWWg/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228368302530358258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7lRSM76_I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/fxvrGivdWWg/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I love this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;She's my wallpaper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7lRryoyPI/AAAAAAAAAtY/y6GZBLcC5LU/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228368309399374066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7lRryoyPI/AAAAAAAAAtY/y6GZBLcC5LU/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7kcwdS1MI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/JKVkBkhTRjo/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228367400118965442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7kcwdS1MI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/JKVkBkhTRjo/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;The best guys in our class, Dao Ming &amp;amp; Yu Kong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7kdDNZCII/AAAAAAAAAsY/x174vB-wXrg/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228367405152536706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7kdDNZCII/AAAAAAAAAsY/x174vB-wXrg/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7kdNBSoYI/AAAAAAAAAsg/5-YSqglf3jM/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228367407786140034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7kdNBSoYI/AAAAAAAAAsg/5-YSqglf3jM/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;That mirror is actually a door, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;We were so afraid that it'd open and someone would see us there x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7kdZhGfCI/AAAAAAAAAso/n-FL9PTErtI/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228367411140787234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7kdZhGfCI/AAAAAAAAAso/n-FL9PTErtI/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7kdhqCx_I/AAAAAAAAAsw/eoY5T9MiAys/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228367413325776882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7kdhqCx_I/AAAAAAAAAsw/eoY5T9MiAys/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;We find fun in almost everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7jipLrM9I/AAAAAAAAAro/3T_oNUZvPPs/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228366401733604306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7jipLrM9I/AAAAAAAAAro/3T_oNUZvPPs/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;And she said we should promote their items&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7jipigWKI/AAAAAAAAArw/ehmplyIyMBo/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228366401829361826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7jipigWKI/AAAAAAAAArw/ehmplyIyMBo/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;My most favourite people on this planet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Got tired of the little shop and went outside. Others were doing they're batik painting. It looked pretty entertaining. The colours were so nice. Anyways, we had no money left with us, so out came the camera again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7jiqxJvSI/AAAAAAAAAr4/sx9_nDh0bvY/s1600-h/Bunny%27s+Meds+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228366402159230242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1O2rWoU-Us/SI7jiqxJvSI/AAAAAAAAAr4/sx9_nDh0bvY/s320/Bunny%27s+Meds+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Chien Teng, Sarah, Celine, Shanni,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-
