<?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-735439649143418965</id><updated>2011-07-09T00:53:15.936+08:00</updated><category term='amanda'/><category term='amanda-belle'/><category term='blog'/><category term='belle'/><title type='text'>Simplyy Simple</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is not measured in minutes, but moment.  &amp;lt;3</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-7711916329237899431</id><published>2009-11-26T19:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T19:05:28.150+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amanda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amanda-belle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belle'/><title type='text'>Hey Yawl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I made another blog, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amanda-belle.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.amanda-belle.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yay? =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I figure this blog is a bit too messy so i made another one...with a new email add.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;darn, if only i remember that i could make register more than 1 blog with one email account.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But that doesn't matter anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ciao. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-7711916329237899431?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/7711916329237899431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey-yawl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/7711916329237899431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/7711916329237899431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey-yawl.html' title='Hey Yawl'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-7357578097957164070</id><published>2009-10-05T14:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T15:10:14.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Use somebody</title><content type='html'>It would be nice for me to use someone to talk to. But then again, My journal is my best friend who i could trust the most after God and Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to "&lt;strong&gt;love drunk&lt;/strong&gt;" by &lt;strong&gt;boys like girls&lt;/strong&gt; with an earbud put on my right ear. They're &lt;strong&gt;awesome&lt;/strong&gt;, man. And it kind of reminded me of my first relationship with a guy i now resembles as a two times back-stabbing jerk/ lying snake who i wasted my tears and youth on. And if you happens to be the one that's reading this right now, I'm so over you , for real and i hope you'd have a nice life since we all need to move on and you'll need to get over me,too. Oh yeah, stop being so obsessed with yourself, ok? :)&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I've been listening to &lt;strong&gt;John Mayer&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Paramore&lt;/strong&gt; these days, they're &lt;strong&gt;awesome&lt;/strong&gt;. Love 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did I mention how much &lt;strong&gt;i love my guitar&lt;/strong&gt; and Andrew's electric one? Well, guitars are awesome, man. I wanna get a electric one someday.  I never thought i would have my dream come true----having the chance to learn how to play guitar. I even noticed something, my fingers feel warmer since i've started practicing guitar chords. See? Guitars are awesome, just what I've told you. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-7357578097957164070?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/7357578097957164070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/10/use-somebody.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/7357578097957164070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/7357578097957164070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/10/use-somebody.html' title='Use somebody'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-8133154677911101900</id><published>2009-10-05T14:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T07:18:24.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diet/Health Diary 6...or is it 7?</title><content type='html'>So I could wear my old clothes again. :) And I'm getting more fit----not bragging. But for some reason, I'm getting weaker and more tired most of the time now. I even started taking naps which I've never done so since I was 7! My parents keep telling me I'm over doing it[workout]. I don't really quite understand them. I mean, at first they told me it is normal for us to do it for about 1 to 2 hours. And who knows who but someone started a rumor that i over do it and do workout for 3 hours per day and that i started have depression that causes me to cut myself and knocking/running myself into walls! GOSH! And now, most of my relatives think I'm some kind of sick weird emo. Fyi, those aerobics workout session had &lt;strong&gt;cured&lt;/strong&gt; my depression, FOR REAL. and that's why i love doing it. It felt so good to sweat and feel your whole body toned and getting stronger. And then you wanted to do it over again and again just to feel the sweat covering all over your body and the adrenaline rushing through your veins. It has always feel awesome. ------my mum kinda suggested that I might have became an exercise addict but I dont think there's any harm since it's not like any drugs or alcohol or shoping is involved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-8133154677911101900?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/8133154677911101900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/8133154677911101900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/8133154677911101900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='Diet/Health Diary 6...or is it 7?'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-1015897879153821689</id><published>2009-10-05T14:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T14:59:32.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why so serious?</title><content type='html'>I went back early today, &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. Yep, three times in a row. This time is allergies. How absurd it is?! Well, it is for someone who never had allergies in her entire life until last Saturday. :( I bet it's my sister's fault since they cursed me like 2 weeks ago. Well...not really, but close enough. We were having dinner and they were whining about how unfair it is that they have prawn allergies and i dont have to worry about something like that. And now, thanks to them, i can't even get to scratch my now itching butt----------My mum assured me not to do so or it'll get worst and I'm putting on aloe vera lotion every 2 hours,which i should be doing right now instead of updating these meaningless information online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my gym teacher asked me what's wrong this time, &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. &amp;amp; i was so embarrassed for some reason that I asked why he &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; had to asked. but then i quickly faked a smile and told him that i was joking right after i saw him strike a sad and offended expression. Nice safe. Well, i didn't mean to be rude. I guess i was just embarrassed for being so weak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-1015897879153821689?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/1015897879153821689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-so-serious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/1015897879153821689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/1015897879153821689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-so-serious.html' title='Why so serious?'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-7744129931929706248</id><published>2009-08-25T17:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T18:03:37.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating.</title><content type='html'>Praja and Dhanube were here and just went home.&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a terrible headache.&lt;br /&gt;Because of the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stupid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; headache, I can't do my workout.&lt;br /&gt;I am Freakin' pissed at myself and feeling so damn &lt;strong&gt;guilty&lt;/strong&gt; right now cause' I'm not doing exercise, which I'm supposed to and I ate lots of junk food with Rina and Bianca today.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna update much details about my exams,just not now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna update about my trip to aussie which is about 2 months ago....some other time.&lt;br /&gt;I dont feel like blogging much because i kinda feel like I'm just wasting my precious time and youth.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Rina's Bro commented that our blogs are just like any other teenage blogs...nothing special.&lt;br /&gt;(well, heck, i dont care.)&lt;br /&gt;I need to attend the gb pioneer council dinner at a &lt;em&gt;church&lt;/em&gt; tonight *grunt*&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I bet it's gonna be pretty boring.....&lt;br /&gt;I failed my Chemistry...i think.&lt;br /&gt;I only got 84% for my English paper which is also one of the reasons I'm &lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; my mum's going to nag about how poor i am in english since Malaysia has such low standards,no offense.&lt;br /&gt;I need a hug =(&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not allowed to hug anyone cause' my mum thinks it's what a pervert would do.&lt;br /&gt;And most of all I've had fun with praja and dhanube today &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-7744129931929706248?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/7744129931929706248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/08/updating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/7744129931929706248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/7744129931929706248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/08/updating.html' title='Updating.'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-5525547019190572236</id><published>2009-08-25T17:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T17:02:45.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm gonna describe myself in one word.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-5525547019190572236?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/5525547019190572236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-gonna-describe-myself-in-one-word.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/5525547019190572236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/5525547019190572236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-gonna-describe-myself-in-one-word.html' title='I&apos;m gonna describe myself in one word.'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-4761972990468326507</id><published>2009-08-24T10:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T22:20:19.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>99 days left.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's funny how I haven't been updating lately since I'm so busy and got nothing to update about. Anyway, It's only 99 days left till I get to watch "NEW MOON" in theater! I'm so Freakin excited since New Moon has always been my favourite book in all 4 of the saga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Anxious cause I've been doing the count down since last november, when they anounced the released date. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RnzQiPH2MCw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RnzQiPH2MCw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Taylor Lautner never look hotter &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SpH38bMNhlI/AAAAAAAAAmI/ykzQVPRerSo/s1600-h/normal_shirtless-taylor-lautner-jacob-black-new-moon-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373348447892899410" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SpH38bMNhlI/AAAAAAAAAmI/ykzQVPRerSo/s320/normal_shirtless-taylor-lautner-jacob-black-new-moon-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Dakota Fanning is the absolute perfect actress for jane =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SpH37lxc8AI/AAAAAAAAAl4/8QL8q8dlmtc/s1600-h/vlcsnap-2009-08-18-21h19m39s180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373348433553584130" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SpH37lxc8AI/AAAAAAAAAl4/8QL8q8dlmtc/s320/vlcsnap-2009-08-18-21h19m39s180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I bet the rest of the volturi will be amazing too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SpH374XR9sI/AAAAAAAAAmA/t1BTfRKnbl4/s1600-h/vlcsnap-2009-08-18-21h20m14s0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373348438544086722" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SpH374XR9sI/AAAAAAAAAmA/t1BTfRKnbl4/s320/vlcsnap-2009-08-18-21h20m14s0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; dont forget about the wolf pack! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SpH38wHNQhI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/X8rAyWzZoIA/s1600-h/jacobwolfpackposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373348453509054994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SpH38wHNQhI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/X8rAyWzZoIA/s320/jacobwolfpackposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I've always thought Kristen makes the perfect Bella &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SpH39JZ5TTI/AAAAAAAAAmY/_Wvn2ss_gBQ/s1600-h/Wallpaper_Bella_1280x1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373348460298325298" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SpH39JZ5TTI/AAAAAAAAAmY/_Wvn2ss_gBQ/s320/Wallpaper_Bella_1280x1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go to &lt;a href="http://www.goteamjacob.com/"&gt;http://www.goteamjacob.com/&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.twilighters.org/"&gt;http://www.twilighters.org/&lt;/a&gt; for more.&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/735439649143418965-4761972990468326507?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/4761972990468326507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/08/99-days-left.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/4761972990468326507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/4761972990468326507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/08/99-days-left.html' title='99 days left.'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SpH38bMNhlI/AAAAAAAAAmI/ykzQVPRerSo/s72-c/normal_shirtless-taylor-lautner-jacob-black-new-moon-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-688779822580948572</id><published>2009-08-24T09:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T09:55:17.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Country should NEVER be mixed with Rap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is why,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SpHyhHO2-xI/AAAAAAAAAlw/YnGSEnNoPKY/s1600-h/snoop-dogg-2008-cmt-awards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373342481120688914" style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SpHyhHO2-xI/AAAAAAAAAlw/YnGSEnNoPKY/s320/snoop-dogg-2008-cmt-awards.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Country+Rap=CRAP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-688779822580948572?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/688779822580948572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-country-should-never-mix-with-rap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/688779822580948572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/688779822580948572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-country-should-never-mix-with-rap.html' title='Why Country should NEVER be mixed with Rap'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SpHyhHO2-xI/AAAAAAAAAlw/YnGSEnNoPKY/s72-c/snoop-dogg-2008-cmt-awards.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-7064814823627652558</id><published>2009-07-26T12:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T13:10:58.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Hiatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:pink;"&gt;MY BLOG IS DEAD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But will come back to life on the 21/8/09.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But since I'm online right now I'd just typed down a few random stuff, like how busy my life have been since the day of MJ's death---not that he has anything to do with my life except the music part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My daily routine could be seen in this way:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Monday-Friday morning: school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Everday: Use up at least 30 minutes on practising guitar and harmonica[my grandma's teaching me how to play hermonica, soundds so sweet right?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Monday and Wed afternoon: Tuition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tuesday night: Add. maths tuition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Monday till Sunday except Saturday: Doing workouts like aerobics or even pilates for 2 hours from 4 sth pm till 6pm. Shower then have dinner then help mum do a few chores and do homeworks and study and read a novel/ book for awhile then eventually go to bed at 10 or 11. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Saturday: would maybe go out in the morning, but if not would stay at home...study...and um go to GB meeting from 1.45 till 4.45pm thne go back do a few flow exercise then take a shower then have dinner with my family outside somewhere.then come back home, do a few chores then continue reading the book/novel I'm reading and sometimes check my mails and do pointless but fun facebook quizzes, {ps: i had a veideo conversation with praja and Blotch[bianca] last night, it was fun lol] then go to bed at 10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sunday: Maybe would go out but i often just stay at home and study or just waste my time on writing my diary or stuff like reading the novel I'm reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My life just sounds so exciting, doesn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-7064814823627652558?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/7064814823627652558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-hiatus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/7064814823627652558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/7064814823627652558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-hiatus.html' title='On Hiatus'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-5919528696612891406</id><published>2009-06-28T14:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:03:32.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P. MJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You're Awesome and may God bless you, you dancing king, plastic &lt;em&gt;surge-done&lt;/em&gt;, super pop sensation,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SkcVOtKW9pI/AAAAAAAAAkY/3NdJAfss8es/s1600-h/michael-jackson-thriller-235657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352270024538519186" style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SkcVOtKW9pI/AAAAAAAAAkY/3NdJAfss8es/s320/michael-jackson-thriller-235657.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;PS: I love your thriller video&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-5919528696612891406?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/5919528696612891406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip-mj.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/5919528696612891406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/5919528696612891406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip-mj.html' title='R.I.P. MJ'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SkcVOtKW9pI/AAAAAAAAAkY/3NdJAfss8es/s72-c/michael-jackson-thriller-235657.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-1659832440946142605</id><published>2009-06-28T13:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T14:49:43.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confessions of a lonely dork</title><content type='html'>Finally, the internet line's back in, I'm gonna update my trip but i have to post this first, due to the fact that I'm feeling depressed and pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To a guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm in love with you. But i know we're never gonna be more than just friends because of our religions, not that i'm racist. I don't care what other people would think but i know that you probably have no interest in me either. I've never been so &lt;em&gt;corny&lt;/em&gt; with a guy but i'm gonna say i miss you, quite terribly. And thanks a lot for ignoring my messages. see you in school.&lt;br /&gt;[message deleted before sending]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. To a girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you. Really i do. There's only a few words that could describe you: Spoilt asshole, Brat, Bitch,Self-centered, Selfish, Ignorant and fake faggot. And thanks a lot for your freakin' insults for me you creep. Yeah, i'm bigger than you so what? at least i have assets not like some wimp who looks like a piece of salary stick with no boobs bigger than size A31. And fyi, i'm talking about you, bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. No offense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I dislike going to church. Really, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How i wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could get out of this town as fast as i could so that i don't need to keep up with any more jerks and anorexic self-centered biatch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How i wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that i don't need to leave either. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. True that....&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bad sister and daugther &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.I'm so sick of exercising so hard while i've &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; really lose any fat at all.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I really do want my body to be perfect enough to wear a bikini and stop being called as a total fatass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I want to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I hate myself for acting like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-1659832440946142605?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/1659832440946142605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/06/confessions-of-lonely-dork.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/1659832440946142605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/1659832440946142605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/06/confessions-of-lonely-dork.html' title='confessions of a lonely dork'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-8566040055868268078</id><published>2009-06-18T22:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:37:08.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've changed my mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well, Its seems like i'm going to update my aussie trip after all. Anyway, i'm just gonna state that I'm going to continue my education in Melbourne next year as a year 11 next year. Part of me feels really excited about it, but i seem to feel well, nervous and upset about it a lot these days too. I mean, i'm going to miss everyone and everything here. considering Aussie has one of the most terrible droughts during summer. and the thought of the winter days that i'm gonna face. oh, and don't forget the fact of starting all over again when i'm suppose to be having my senior year here. =(&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm just gonna spend more time with my besties and family whenever i could. And I WIL. but i still have to work extra hard on my study too. Even Malay. =/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;P.S.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Don't forget to invite me whenever you guys are doing anything fun =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;pwetty pwease?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Cause i do feel like a lonely dork recently. I dont mind being alone but feeling lonely is another thing. Anyway i really need to just hang out with a few friends[even new ones] and socialize a little. If only i could have those special social/mingle skills that i used to have. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uh-oh&lt;/em&gt;, i'm starting to sound paranoid again. Relax, Amanda. RELAX i tell you. HUMMMMM...HUMMMMM..........HHHUUUUUUMMMMMMM....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Well, that's kinda &lt;em&gt;corny&lt;/em&gt;, freaky AND stupid, But it kinda helps...a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So, i think i'm just gonna ask[you guessed it.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;PRETTY PR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;ETTY PLEASE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;-with my best puppy dog face-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-8566040055868268078?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/8566040055868268078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/06/ive-changed-my-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/8566040055868268078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/8566040055868268078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/06/ive-changed-my-mind.html' title='I&apos;ve changed my mind'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-735980150151076251</id><published>2009-06-17T19:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T20:02:34.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, heck</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I'm pretty busy and lazy, so if you guys really to want to look at the reast of my aussie trip photos, just go to my facebook. you can just click on the link button[my facebook that says "amanda on facebook" ] that's located on the right on my blog. you'd understand right? Great! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-735980150151076251?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/735980150151076251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/06/well-heck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/735980150151076251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/735980150151076251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/06/well-heck.html' title='Well, heck'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-3109912189624793643</id><published>2009-06-13T10:21:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T12:23:53.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aussie trip day 2</title><content type='html'>UGH, it took me such a long time to upload these photos. And by the way, I'm still sick and my mum was worried that my schoolmates might get sick too[because of me] so she told me to just stay at home on the first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways, we arrived  at 9am sth, aussie time on the 30th of May(Saturday). I remembered cause it was cousin Bianca's Birthday! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjXEB3vpUmI/AAAAAAAAAho/sFbbs5BPE8Q/s1600-h/P1000140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347395668995035746" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjXEB3vpUmI/AAAAAAAAAho/sFbbs5BPE8Q/s320/P1000140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I woke up at 7am sth, [Aussie time again] and watched the Simpson on the plane. Brenda was kinda bored[again] so we camwhored a little. well....just this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjXEBnASCRI/AAAAAAAAAhg/hMzkWAGeHZU/s1600-h/P1000141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347395664501410066" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjXEBnASCRI/AAAAAAAAAhg/hMzkWAGeHZU/s320/P1000141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Landing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjXEBO_ZFcI/AAAAAAAAAhY/-OwEMIUPnME/s1600-h/P1000142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347395658055226818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjXEBO_ZFcI/AAAAAAAAAhY/-OwEMIUPnME/s320/P1000142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to Swine Flu the Hospitality was pretty strict at the airport. They even examined us by using some sort of camera thingy to see wheter we had fevers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjW8gHmsK_I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/G0EQesM0RrQ/s1600-h/P1000144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347387392555494386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjW8gHmsK_I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/G0EQesM0RrQ/s320/P1000144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjW8f2Z1dNI/AAAAAAAAAhI/T5gD0crp_iU/s1600-h/P1000147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347387387938174162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjW8f2Z1dNI/AAAAAAAAAhI/T5gD0crp_iU/s320/P1000147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A "safety dog" came sniffing our luggages, bags and stuff to sense if there were any suspicious items. awed, if it would just stop running around, I would've took a better photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjW8fpH6wrI/AAAAAAAAAhA/fjZ0NlH8H08/s1600-h/P1000149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347387384373363378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjW8fpH6wrI/AAAAAAAAAhA/fjZ0NlH8H08/s320/P1000149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Custom Check. My backpack[school bag] was suspected and was checked &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;twice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; And they found out it's just my &lt;strong&gt;harmless pillow&lt;/strong&gt; after all.  =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjW8fbGC9cI/AAAAAAAAAg4/WvrMJiFWjO4/s1600-h/P1000150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347387380607415746" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjW8fbGC9cI/AAAAAAAAAg4/WvrMJiFWjO4/s320/P1000150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjW8fDZAHHI/AAAAAAAAAgw/VqnUGWArk2Q/s1600-h/P1000151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347387374244469874" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjW8fDZAHHI/AAAAAAAAAgw/VqnUGWArk2Q/s320/P1000151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle and Aunty [and Cousin Josh] haven't arrived yet. So since I was bored, i took photos on random stuff..., randomly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjW5dAp0MiI/AAAAAAAAAgo/khT6SjXNH3U/s1600-h/P1000152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347384040615064098" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjW5dAp0MiI/AAAAAAAAAgo/khT6SjXNH3U/s320/P1000152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside of the Airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjW5cgKUVvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/1ju0MjC2CIM/s1600-h/P1000157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347384031893018354" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjW5cgKUVvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/1ju0MjC2CIM/s320/P1000157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! they've finally arrived to pick us up and it just left an hour and half on the car till we reach their place. ;( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjW5caiEPwI/AAAAAAAAAgY/pvMNTkBIjpg/s1600-h/P1000158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347384030382014210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjW5caiEPwI/AAAAAAAAAgY/pvMNTkBIjpg/s320/P1000158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjW5b1LqUNI/AAAAAAAAAgI/IubRFoga0g8/s1600-h/P1000162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347384020355928274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjW5b1LqUNI/AAAAAAAAAgI/IubRFoga0g8/s320/P1000162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we've finally arrived Rowville. Um, My sisters[make that Brenda, cause Sandy decided to sleep in Aunty Mena's room since it was too squizzy] and I stayed in Jeremy's room with Beatrice[since my parents stayed in her room]. Well, Jeremy slept in front of the tv.  Oh yeah, the person in the photo above is Josh playing with the cookie monster puppet we bought for Thomas[my nephew, i think] btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So after we've unpacked, we went out for some lunch. We had some chinese food somewhere at Glenn. I've forgotten the name of the restaurant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjWrpeutn-I/AAAAAAAAAf4/rjSy4Q3-t6I/s1600-h/P1000163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347368861684309986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjWrpeutn-I/AAAAAAAAAf4/rjSy4Q3-t6I/s320/P1000163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we went to Bianca's place. My cousin, Michelle and her husband, Philip came over with their kids, Thomas and Melissa to help beatrice with her Facial and massage office. OMG, i can't believe i forgot to take a photo of her work place. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjWrpB60luI/AAAAAAAAAfw/ID7kDAs9FPs/s1600-h/P1000165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347368853950469858" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjWrpB60luI/AAAAAAAAAfw/ID7kDAs9FPs/s320/P1000165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last shot before we go =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjWrowfBe2I/AAAAAAAAAfo/lTyQpw9sGWE/s1600-h/P1000166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347368849270471522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjWrowfBe2I/AAAAAAAAAfo/lTyQpw9sGWE/s320/P1000166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cake taste amazing! =D seriously, it was THE best cake i've ever had in my entire life. Aunty Ma Ping[spelling?] made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjOwQBd23EI/AAAAAAAAAfA/JDSedPyd2uI/s1600-h/P1000167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346810971936971842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjOwQBd23EI/AAAAAAAAAfA/JDSedPyd2uI/s320/P1000167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday girl in the lime green dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjOwP2NK7LI/AAAAAAAAAe4/aMZVA7nvIgg/s1600-h/P1000170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346810968914193586" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjOwP2NK7LI/AAAAAAAAAe4/aMZVA7nvIgg/s320/P1000170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjOsTCZTVuI/AAAAAAAAAew/Km3yWWF8Kes/s1600-h/P1000171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346806625679398626" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjOsTCZTVuI/AAAAAAAAAew/Km3yWWF8Kes/s320/P1000171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjOsS510XNI/AAAAAAAAAeo/OTYDxsnTBmg/s1600-h/P1000172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346806623383084242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjOsS510XNI/AAAAAAAAAeo/OTYDxsnTBmg/s320/P1000172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjOsSls34rI/AAAAAAAAAeg/8tGkCsyyyA8/s1600-h/P1000173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346806617976857266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjOsSls34rI/AAAAAAAAAeg/8tGkCsyyyA8/s320/P1000173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake was part ice-cream and part cheese cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjOsSTpZxBI/AAAAAAAAAeY/3qOYZwmNizQ/s1600-h/P1000174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346806613130462226" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjOsSTpZxBI/AAAAAAAAAeY/3qOYZwmNizQ/s320/P1000174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjOsSLnPFbI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/5-hTCi3TB24/s1600-h/P1000175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346806610973889970" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjOsSLnPFbI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/5-hTCi3TB24/s320/P1000175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam Playing drums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjOpdoADfkI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5CjQCxnt10I/s1600-h/P1000176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346803509037858370" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjOpdoADfkI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5CjQCxnt10I/s320/P1000176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was aweome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjOpddkIR1I/AAAAAAAAAeA/U2MwzZ91jJ4/s1600-h/P1000177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346803506236376914" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjOpddkIR1I/AAAAAAAAAeA/U2MwzZ91jJ4/s320/P1000177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, my sis and Josh slept over at Bianca's place that night. We all slept in their Theathre room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjOpdA9sUmI/AAAAAAAAAd4/Wg2rpcZEQjw/s1600-h/P1000178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346803498558968418" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjOpdA9sUmI/AAAAAAAAAd4/Wg2rpcZEQjw/s320/P1000178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjOpc2GQnHI/AAAAAAAAAdw/SbEqxdEUAgw/s1600-h/P1000180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346803495642111090" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjOpc2GQnHI/AAAAAAAAAdw/SbEqxdEUAgw/s320/P1000180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her friends made her a scrapbook together. It was a surprise birthday gift for her. How sweet. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjOpcmo4bSI/AAAAAAAAAdo/vVbo5PeBv2o/s1600-h/P1000181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346803491492359458" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjOpcmo4bSI/AAAAAAAAAdo/vVbo5PeBv2o/s320/P1000181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My typical Lala sister. =/ o well. i still love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/735439649143418965-3109912189624793643?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/3109912189624793643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/06/aussie-trip-day-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/3109912189624793643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/3109912189624793643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/06/aussie-trip-day-2.html' title='Aussie trip day 2'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjXEB3vpUmI/AAAAAAAAAho/sFbbs5BPE8Q/s72-c/P1000140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-1024394628061030519</id><published>2009-06-13T10:14:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:17:10.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aussie trip day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not really the first day, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjMPuHj4xqI/AAAAAAAAAb4/FhA6wyqpoXw/s1600-h/P1000103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346634467596879522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjMPuHj4xqI/AAAAAAAAAb4/FhA6wyqpoXw/s320/P1000103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I bumped into a few friends in the airport. Eunice included. =D They were heading to KL for a Choir Festival thingy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjOdFp5ISUI/AAAAAAAAAc4/nHt5SoC2i1w/s1600-h/P1000104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346789903089289538" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjOdFp5ISUI/AAAAAAAAAc4/nHt5SoC2i1w/s320/P1000104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda was bored so she camwhored a little on the plane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjOdFR1niMI/AAAAAAAAAcw/HmN7Mkthz6k/s1600-h/P1000106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346789896632109250" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjOdFR1niMI/AAAAAAAAAcw/HmN7Mkthz6k/s320/P1000106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt pretty dizzy, plane sick maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjM9qoUzJnI/AAAAAAAAAco/npsIsnKfkqg/s1600-h/P1000109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346684985207367282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjM9qoUzJnI/AAAAAAAAAco/npsIsnKfkqg/s320/P1000109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjM9qQhN0MI/AAAAAAAAAcg/NdWSCQrdBwc/s1600-h/P1000117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346684978816995522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjM9qQhN0MI/AAAAAAAAAcg/NdWSCQrdBwc/s320/P1000117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a train from the main terminal to the satellite terminal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjM9qJVffgI/AAAAAAAAAcY/6hwvbLlcvRU/s1600-h/P1000122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346684976888774146" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjM9qJVffgI/AAAAAAAAAcY/6hwvbLlcvRU/s320/P1000122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We checked out the sport store before checking in the air-tel. My mum told my sis to take a photo of me and Steven Gerard's poster since i was drooling over him ,lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjXQFTWYKGI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/LzH3WYqfveQ/s1600-h/P1000126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347408922084386914" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjXQFTWYKGI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/LzH3WYqfveQ/s320/P1000126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checking in the Air-tel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjXWf3Za-OI/AAAAAAAAAig/MgzSgqWKDG4/s1600-h/P1000124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347415975507196130" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjXWf3Za-OI/AAAAAAAAAig/MgzSgqWKDG4/s320/P1000124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjXQFEtVWBI/AAAAAAAAAiI/XZNxn1o0KlI/s1600-h/P1000127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347408918154139666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjXQFEtVWBI/AAAAAAAAAiI/XZNxn1o0KlI/s320/P1000127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjXWfnxtU1I/AAAAAAAAAiY/DSaq2fAgf6I/s1600-h/P1000123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347415971314094930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjXWfnxtU1I/AAAAAAAAAiY/DSaq2fAgf6I/s320/P1000123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjXQEwqGznI/AAAAAAAAAiA/k7HKWRT-rD8/s1600-h/P1000132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347408912771894898" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjXQEwqGznI/AAAAAAAAAiA/k7HKWRT-rD8/s320/P1000132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjXQEsdtKoI/AAAAAAAAAh4/dkTA9hf3PAo/s1600-h/P1000133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347408911646141058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjXQEsdtKoI/AAAAAAAAAh4/dkTA9hf3PAo/s320/P1000133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjXQEcfYmWI/AAAAAAAAAhw/niuYLKBvX5o/s1600-h/P1000130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347408907358214498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjXQEcfYmWI/AAAAAAAAAhw/niuYLKBvX5o/s320/P1000130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjM9pQumr8I/AAAAAAAAAcI/IgKRm_bJzpg/s1600-h/P1000137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346684961693282242" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjM9pQumr8I/AAAAAAAAAcI/IgKRm_bJzpg/s320/P1000137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we camwhore a little again before going on the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjM9pmamUxI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/gDy_smQ_Ikg/s1600-h/P1000139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346684967514952466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjM9pmamUxI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/gDy_smQ_Ikg/s320/P1000139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on the plane at 12am sth. I fell asleep and didn't even get to fisnish my movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/735439649143418965-1024394628061030519?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/1024394628061030519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/06/aussie-trip-day-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/1024394628061030519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/1024394628061030519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/06/aussie-trip-day-1.html' title='Aussie trip day 1'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SjMPuHj4xqI/AAAAAAAAAb4/FhA6wyqpoXw/s72-c/P1000103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-7060427548673027607</id><published>2009-06-11T18:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T18:44:08.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back and Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IIIIIIIIII'MMMMMMM BACK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I got sick along the way. Don't worry, cause I'm sure that &lt;strong&gt;I don't have&lt;/strong&gt; swine flu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll update my blog when i feel better. &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorry Beatrice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for keeping you waiting ;(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-7060427548673027607?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/7060427548673027607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-and-sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/7060427548673027607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/7060427548673027607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-and-sick.html' title='Back and Sick'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-605923448749290735</id><published>2009-06-10T10:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T12:40:36.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm upset</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;1. Name the persons you tagged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Anyone who's upset, feeling emo and like crying just like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Describe yourself in one word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I'm me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Who would you pick, someone who really loves you, or the one you love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-The one i love and who also loves me back. No? Oh, whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Have you ever loved someone before but never had the courage to tell him/her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Don't think so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. How if people reject your confess face to face?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I'd deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. God is giving you just 5 more minutes before going back to heaven, IF you love someone special, what will you say to that person?&lt;br /&gt;- Mum &amp;amp; Dad, thanks for everything that you guys have done to me, i really do appreciate everything you've done for me, you guys are the best. I know that i rebel sometimes and that you guy were always there for me and that maybe I've been a total disappointment to you but you guys still treat and love me very nicely. I'm grateful that I have parents like you who love me and care for me unconditionally.Brenda and Sandy[Sandra], you two are the funnest, most special and the best sisters I'd have ever get. And Grandma, thanks for taking care of me and showing me lots of new stuff and knowledge. And to all my friends and other relatives, it really is my privilege to know you and you guys are awesome. I know this may sound corny but I'm gonna say it anyway. I love you =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. What will you say to a person who doesn't want to believe you?&lt;br /&gt;- Oh well, have a good life? I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Was there ever a time that you tried to learn to love someone?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah, and i'd have learned how to forgive and forget along the way. PS: there's no guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Do you have something special with you all the time?&lt;br /&gt;- My memories and what I've learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Long distance love ?&lt;br /&gt;- No thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Best place to cry?&lt;br /&gt;- In my room, under my blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Who do you love the most?&lt;br /&gt;- My family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Tell us of your dream last night?&lt;br /&gt;- A picnic on a beach with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Ever hated someone so bad?&lt;br /&gt;-Yup, but i've moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. The biggest &amp;amp; most hurtful lie you heard?&lt;br /&gt;- I wasn't using you, i really DID like you. [yeah, right.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. The last person you had a beer with?&lt;br /&gt;-With my aunties, cousins, my mum and brenda. Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. The last person you went to the movies with?&lt;br /&gt;- Brenda and Crystal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. The last person you talked on the cell phone with?&lt;br /&gt;- Aunt Belinda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. The last person you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;- Samantha and Jonathan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. The last person you yelled at?&lt;br /&gt;- Sandra, she was yelling at my mum for no good reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. In the last week have you kissed someone?&lt;br /&gt;- I kissed Brenda and Sandy on the forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. Think of the last time you were angry, why were you angry?&lt;br /&gt;- Two days ago, Sandra was acting like a total spoilt brat towards my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. If you could do anything or wish anything, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;- To be beautiful and some other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. If you could have an all expense paid trip, where will you go?&lt;br /&gt;- Rome, Egypt, Sydney, England, Las Vegas, Cananda?, Scotland, Europe, ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. Are you old fashioned?&lt;br /&gt;- Depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What would be the hardest thing for you to give up on?&lt;br /&gt;- hmmm.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Five facts About Me:&lt;br /&gt;-Emotional&lt;br /&gt;-Responsible[corny]&lt;br /&gt;-Fun&lt;br /&gt;-Loud&lt;br /&gt;-Crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;28. Five things that scare me:&lt;br /&gt;-Barbie dolls&lt;br /&gt;-Clown puppets&lt;br /&gt;-Being alone&lt;br /&gt;-Failing&lt;br /&gt;-No internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;29. Two Songs Playing in My Head Lately:&lt;br /&gt;- The best day by Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;- Fifteen by Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;30. Five Things I treasure in my life ·&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; My Family·&lt;br /&gt;My Friends ·&lt;br /&gt;Myself·&lt;br /&gt;Youth and Energy&lt;br /&gt;My time with my family and friends.&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/735439649143418965-605923448749290735?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/605923448749290735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-upset.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/605923448749290735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/605923448749290735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-upset.html' title='I&apos;m upset'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-7970671092523526349</id><published>2009-06-07T05:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T05:47:57.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aussie trip update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm going to the city today with my family and it's 7.45am and it's all still dark and FREEZING cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My aunty was just telling me that the cold would get worst when we reach the city. =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm gonna update soon when i have the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PS: GAH. i feel so fat and full everytime! Stop making me eat people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-7970671092523526349?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/7970671092523526349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/06/aussie-trip-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/7970671092523526349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/7970671092523526349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/06/aussie-trip-update.html' title='Aussie trip update'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-416536411078008018</id><published>2009-06-05T17:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T19:23:58.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousin biancaaa was here (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wooo! Amanda's here in Australia&lt;/strong&gt;. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hmmm... what to type?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wellll, I asked amanda if i can type on her blog cause i was really intrested,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so here goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some reasons why i think that Amanda is the most awesomest cousin everr,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;alongside her sisters (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;She's funny (: especially when I teach her how to break dance (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Camwhoring is a hobby, especially with her (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She let me use this blog &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She uses photoshop.... yay!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are playing taboo now!! teehee.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We love Jacob Black &lt;3&gt;&lt;li&gt;teehee, &amp;amp;&amp;amp;  she's my cousin (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some inspiration quotes for you&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The dictionary is the only place where &lt;em&gt;success&lt;/em&gt; cone before work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To the &lt;strong&gt;world you are one person&lt;/strong&gt;, but to one person, &lt;em&gt;you are the world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;u&gt;You're the reason&lt;/u&gt; why I draw those stupid &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;hearts&lt;/em&gt; all over the page&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I walk down memory lane, &lt;em&gt;because i love bumping into you.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some pick-up lines guys should &lt;strong&gt;NEVER EVER&lt;/strong&gt; use... &lt;strong&gt;I MEAN EVER&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My love for you is like diarrhea. I can't hold it in. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did you just sit in a water puddle, or are you just happy to see me? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you were a booger I'd pick you first.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are you accepting applications for your fan club? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are you from Tennessee? Because you're the only ten I see!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;have a good one (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;much loveee;; bianca (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-416536411078008018?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/416536411078008018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/06/cousin-biancaaa-was-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/416536411078008018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/416536411078008018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/06/cousin-biancaaa-was-here.html' title='Cousin biancaaa was here (:'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-613505656959479263</id><published>2009-05-31T19:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T22:14:57.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You should know me more</title><content type='html'>Ten Things i Wish i Could Say to Ten Different People (but don't say their name) :&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I forgive you&lt;br /&gt;You suck&lt;br /&gt;You're awesome&lt;br /&gt;You're hot&lt;br /&gt;You're cute&lt;br /&gt;I fell for you once[but i got over it]&lt;br /&gt;You're a bitch[no offense but true]&lt;br /&gt;I'm jealous of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine things about myself :&lt;br /&gt;I'm fun&lt;br /&gt;I'm loud&lt;br /&gt;I swear&lt;br /&gt;I must do workout everyday or i'd be really emo&lt;br /&gt;I'm curvy&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind&lt;br /&gt;Dislike people who have poor English and those who speak english POORLY ON PURPOSE&lt;br /&gt;I'm single&lt;br /&gt;I hate being alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight ways to win my heart :&lt;br /&gt;Have a deep conversation with me&lt;br /&gt;HUGS =]&lt;br /&gt;Presents that you made by yourself&lt;br /&gt;Be yourself&lt;br /&gt;Like me or Love me for who I am[but not the bitchy part]&lt;br /&gt;Show me that you care&lt;br /&gt;Books&lt;br /&gt;Teen Vouge magazine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things that cross my mind a lot :&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous supermodel&lt;br /&gt;My friends&lt;br /&gt;My past&lt;br /&gt;My parents&lt;br /&gt;My future&lt;br /&gt;My sisters&lt;br /&gt;My favourite songs[they always repeated themselves in my head]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six things I do before I fall asleep :&lt;br /&gt;Switch off lights&lt;br /&gt;Turn on my night light&lt;br /&gt;Listen to my ipod&lt;br /&gt;Use my laptop&lt;br /&gt;Think about a couple of people&lt;br /&gt;Close my eyes and hoping to survive through another night of weird nightmares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever) :&lt;br /&gt;Daddy&lt;br /&gt;Mommy&lt;br /&gt;sisters&lt;br /&gt;Friends (those in particular) LOL&lt;br /&gt;God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four things your wearing right now :&lt;br /&gt;My favourite blue and yellow pokadot lingerie&lt;br /&gt;Blue Singlet&lt;br /&gt;Beatrice's adidas jacket&lt;br /&gt;Best &amp;amp; less pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three places that you would like to go:&lt;br /&gt;Rome&lt;br /&gt;Egypt&lt;br /&gt;Las vegas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you want to do before you die :&lt;br /&gt;Have sex?&lt;br /&gt;Have a career or even becoming a totally successful mogul with my own clothing line and company. [even my own book]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One confession:&lt;br /&gt;I love collecting lingerie and model in them in front of a full-length mirror&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-613505656959479263?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/613505656959479263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-should-know-me-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/613505656959479263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/613505656959479263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-should-know-me-more.html' title='You should know me more'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-1280313611097142133</id><published>2009-05-28T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T23:28:33.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day before trip to Melbourne</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're all packing and getting everything ready for our flight tomorrow. My two little sis have already finished packing their stuff  two weeks ago. I was like "are you kidding me?!", then i realised that i should've done so, so i won't have to rush and get ready in a hurry in the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sh6rjXURhZI/AAAAAAAAAbg/9qKWBxhHMYg/s1600-h/DSC00051.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sh6rjXURhZI/AAAAAAAAAbg/9qKWBxhHMYg/s1600-h/DSC00051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sh6rjXURhZI/AAAAAAAAAbg/9qKWBxhHMYg/s320/DSC00051.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340894832150807954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Non of these stuff in these boxes are ours. They're for my relatives. Gosh.  O:&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;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sh6rjkTFvpI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DGQHVjqmSmM/s320/DSC00052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I repacked my luggage for about 3 times. But eventually i got it full enough to be zipped up, briefly. Hey, I'm a girl and I have needs, right?&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: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sh6rjwggSkI/AAAAAAAAAbw/G2vaS1eYUsM/s320/DSC00053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Speaking of which, despite of gaining back 62 kg, i brought along my workout VCDs along for me to do it in aussie, during winter. ugh,I hate winter cause it's gonna be damn cold. Think about sitting on the toilet seat in the morning when it's about negative 15 celsius degree. But i am excited and grateful that i'm going  =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PS: I've lost 4 kg! =]&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/735439649143418965-1280313611097142133?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/1280313611097142133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-before-trip-to-melbourne.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/1280313611097142133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/1280313611097142133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-before-trip-to-melbourne.html' title='Day before trip to Melbourne'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sh6rjXURhZI/AAAAAAAAAbg/9qKWBxhHMYg/s72-c/DSC00051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-3906876950967479771</id><published>2009-05-28T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T23:10:31.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The best of THE CORRS</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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The Corrs.&lt;/span&gt;&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;Go google them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They're awesome, i listen to them ever since I'm 6. And I'm still in love with their music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's some of my favourites:&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: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&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;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&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;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&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;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&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;There're actually some more, but i'm just too lazy to list them all out. Their songs are just&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;so me.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-3906876950967479771?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/3906876950967479771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/05/best-of-corrs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/3906876950967479771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/3906876950967479771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/05/best-of-corrs.html' title='The best of THE CORRS'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-6036519755612100537</id><published>2009-05-28T22:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T22:23:16.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Andrew's sis, Amanda &lt;strong&gt;CHENG&lt;/strong&gt; play guitar at GB like 2 weeks ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sh6eB8PUbMI/AAAAAAAAAbY/Q5W2LvCTR6E/s1600-h/DSC00050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340879964295425218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sh6eB8PUbMI/AAAAAAAAAbY/Q5W2LvCTR6E/s320/DSC00050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ugh, i hate blurry photos.[And sorry about that.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways, she's awesome. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did i mentioned i love girls who play guitars?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-6036519755612100537?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/6036519755612100537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/05/random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/6036519755612100537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/6036519755612100537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/05/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sh6eB8PUbMI/AAAAAAAAAbY/Q5W2LvCTR6E/s72-c/DSC00050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-2177966482052707231</id><published>2009-05-28T05:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T14:30:09.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons to love Taylor Swift</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so excited that i woke up at 4am this morning, and i can't get myself back to sleep. Well, Taylor Swift is one of those successful teen celebrities. But for some reasons I don't hate her like the way I hate the others, let me name one then: Hannah Montana/Miley Cyrus (sheesh, she thinks she's so cool, not)&lt;br /&gt;I love Taylor Swift cause:&lt;br /&gt;Her songs are awesome, well, most of them.&lt;br /&gt;She's gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sh24jtUBH0I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/3sS7xraEGZU/s1600-h/taylor-swift.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340627656729763650" style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sh24jtUBH0I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/3sS7xraEGZU/s320/taylor-swift.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has great fashion sense.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I LOVE girls who could play guitar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sh24jfgq7zI/AAAAAAAAAbI/433j-Be8pZU/s1600-h/TaylorSwift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340627653024739122" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sh24jfgq7zI/AAAAAAAAAbI/433j-Be8pZU/s320/TaylorSwift.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sh24jLsU5CI/AAAAAAAAAbA/TfQvMoTngNk/s1600-h/taylor6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340627647704917026" style="WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sh24jLsU5CI/AAAAAAAAAbA/TfQvMoTngNk/s320/taylor6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sh24ixZNAxI/AAAAAAAAAa4/FJ9ERW-73W0/s1600-h/taylor_soundrelief.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340627640645387026" style="WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sh24ixZNAxI/AAAAAAAAAa4/FJ9ERW-73W0/s320/taylor_soundrelief.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sh24itwxysI/AAAAAAAAAaw/BT39xkfrrJY/s1600-h/taylor7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340627639670524610" style="WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sh24itwxysI/AAAAAAAAAaw/BT39xkfrrJY/s320/taylor7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hair look nice. I used to thought it looked kinda stupid though cause i hated country music, for no reason. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I love her for her sense of humour and creactivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V3QOzyS5M4Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V3QOzyS5M4Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And most of all, she made Joe Jonas looked bad for dumping her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9NyEWGAlFr8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9NyEWGAlFr8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It reminds me of myself when my ex-boyfriends dumped me. You may think it's pretty bitchy but screw it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U_DgIq3Iu2s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U_DgIq3Iu2s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/735439649143418965-2177966482052707231?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/2177966482052707231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/05/reasons-to-love-taylor-swift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/2177966482052707231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/2177966482052707231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/05/reasons-to-love-taylor-swift.html' title='Reasons to love Taylor Swift'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sh24jtUBH0I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/3sS7xraEGZU/s72-c/taylor-swift.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-7052353481944792449</id><published>2009-05-27T16:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T05:46:36.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of the horibble horriffying exam week; well, not really.</title><content type='html'>All my friends get to lay back and do whatever they want today except me [&amp;amp; Flower] cause they've all finished their exams and i still got account. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Damnit&lt;/span&gt;. I never even considered to study account! Oh well, it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Principal's&lt;/span&gt; order, so i might as well just deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd probably wondering how i did my exam and I've thought of a few words to describe it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrible, TORTURING, pure freaky [a word &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bianca&lt;/span&gt; made up], total hell [not really, i got an A2 for my modern maths, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;: not bragging], etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just felt like crying after i had my chemistry, biology and additional maths. But i didn't, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i ran into Presley[&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;spelling&lt;/span&gt;?] on my way to school [gate] this morning, he was wearing a sweater and sick (thank god, it wasn't swine flu, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;jk&lt;/span&gt;). It was raining so he asked if i could share my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;umbrella&lt;/span&gt; with him and i did. I'm such a generous person, i know, right? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's a conversation between us:&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don't get it, why don't you guys use &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;umbrellas&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Him: Because guys who uses &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;umbrella&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sisi&lt;/span&gt;(gay in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt;), &amp;amp; I &lt;strong&gt;AM&lt;/strong&gt; a &lt;strong&gt;MAN&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;um&lt;/span&gt;...okay...&lt;br /&gt;When we reached the school gate, he continued saying "I &lt;strong&gt;AM&lt;/strong&gt; a &lt;strong&gt;MAN&lt;/strong&gt;", repeatedly. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Sheesh&lt;/span&gt;, what ego.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; but to be honest, he does look manly[and is too.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PS: Call me gay, but i prefer being  dry ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;OMGosh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I just realised I'm flying to &lt;strong&gt;Melbourne&lt;/strong&gt; in less than 48 hours!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;fyi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i need to go do my workout now or my mum would start to fuss about me not arranging my time properly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i really don't want that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/735439649143418965-7052353481944792449?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/7052353481944792449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/05/end-of-horibble-horriffying-exam-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/7052353481944792449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/7052353481944792449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/05/end-of-horibble-horriffying-exam-week.html' title='The end of the horibble horriffying exam week; well, not really.'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-2287153266506630024</id><published>2009-05-24T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T21:21:48.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't get my mind off...</title><content type='html'>A totally &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;adorable&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a bit geeky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; looking guy who &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;rocks at soccer&lt;/span&gt;, who's&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;smart&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;extremely nice&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;amp; who &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;hates high school musical&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, just like me! &amp;amp; did I mentioned that he looks kinda geeky and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Update [like a few seconds later] : It's not like I'm in love with him. Just a simple, little, adoring/&lt;strike&gt;crush&lt;/strike&gt;. I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-2287153266506630024?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/2287153266506630024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-cant-get-my-mind-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/2287153266506630024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/2287153266506630024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-cant-get-my-mind-off.html' title='I can&apos;t get my mind off...'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-4707432200783273264</id><published>2009-05-22T13:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T13:08:04.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>False Rumour</title><content type='html'>I posted this cause I thought I should and I couldn't concentrate on preparing for my history test tomorrow if i don't. Well, today before we had our Malay test, some students from class hoover came into our class for revision cause their class were used for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; exam. I was doing my revision [or chatting] like everyone else. then all of a sudden Brian[&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mr&lt;/span&gt;. sparkle] was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;poiting&lt;/span&gt; at someone across the room, eye-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; me. I turned to look that he was pointing at Lung Lung. So, I was like 'What about her?' Then, Brian asked me to stop faking it which kinda confused me cause I wondered why i needed to fake an expression. He kinda asked me that didn't I hate her? Which also confused me, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a lot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. cause' I don't really know her and there's no reason for me to hate her at all. So natural-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ly&lt;/span&gt; i would ask him what makes him think I hate her. And he didn't want to tell me. [meanwhile, the poor loser i mentioned from my previous post was glaring at me. Wow, how attractive, not.] Anyway, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; still confused and i just want to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Never in my entire life have i ever bad-mouthed or hated her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I don't have any reason to do so either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; There are a few rational &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;explanations&lt;/span&gt; for this false rumour:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Brian was too stressed out that he was delusional.[possible]&lt;br /&gt;2. Someone used my name to bad-mouthed her.[a very common one.]&lt;br /&gt;3. Someone else spread such pathetic rumour just to get attention or get back at me [&amp;amp; I've already suspected someone but whoever it is, i forgive you. ;) ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here you go. This is one of those drama karma/social crap that i have face in my life. I had had worse but whatever, as long as I know I'm innocent I'm okay with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Anyway&lt;/span&gt;, still it's kinda funny [&amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pathetic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;] for someone to spread a rumour like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;, it's 2.11 pm already! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Update: So, it is brian being delusional after all. poor guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-4707432200783273264?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/4707432200783273264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/05/false-rumour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/4707432200783273264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/4707432200783273264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/05/false-rumour.html' title='False Rumour'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-6515191531181111072</id><published>2009-05-19T13:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T14:28:42.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not so Sweet 16</title><content type='html'>So i'm gonna type everything out in 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday, my 16th BIRTHDAY is tomorrow. Not that i wanna brag about it. I just feel like my blog could use some new posts. Yup, tomorrow's my birthday. 20th of MAY. But yet, like every year, i'd be having my school exams on my &lt;strike&gt;special&lt;/strike&gt; birthday. This year included. So...that means no SWEET 16 birthday bash for moi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or a simple party at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or hanging and chilling out with my besties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or playing soccer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause everyone are all so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;damn &lt;/span&gt;busy preparing for the exam that'd almost drive all of us crazy by putting us into this stress fest. And I'm suppose to be studying my history and my freakin Biology right now. but guess what?! I don't want to! &gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, actually, i love studying history.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Babbling*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*More Babbling*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*And more Babb....*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fine, i'd shut up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so my parents actually kinda forgot about my birthday, which is kinda the nice cause i really need to concentrate on my studies and not deciding wheter to have what kind flavor of birthday cake. BUT THANKS A LOT TO BRENDA. you just ruinned it. YOU"VE RUINNED EVERYTHING THAT I"VE PLANNED. you just ruinned another night for me to study instead having some extraordinaire dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I'm happy that you'd actually remember my birthday without me reminding you. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, my parents keep telling me that we should celebrate at some restaurant. but i said no. and they just kept going and going on about how unfair it is that my sisters had celebrated theirs in a special way and I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lesson that we all have to learn eventually: LIFE'S UNFAIR, we just have to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;deal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;btw, my mum kept buying me presents and stuff just because I'm not gonna celebrate my birthday. She bought me an average looking bag with unreasonable price yesterday and clothes that are definitely not me.  I dont like them but i dont hate them either. I guess i just don't love them. So, I told her to stop buying me stuff that i don't need, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nicely&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. But I regretted cause my mum looked dissapointed and upset afterwards. ugh, i hate being in this guilt fest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PS: I might as well let you know that I am definitely not spoilt. I just don't like wasting money on stuff i dont' like or stuff that i don't need or i won't use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND OMG, i used up 15 minutes for this.  gotta go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tata babehhs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-6515191531181111072?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/6515191531181111072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-so-sweet-16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/6515191531181111072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/6515191531181111072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-so-sweet-16.html' title='not so Sweet 16'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-1457293973170224613</id><published>2009-05-17T13:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T14:11:33.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My dad sighed when he saw me doing this; Ps: i did this after i finished studying history.So no guilt there.</title><content type='html'>1. Besides your lips , where is the favourite spot to get kissed ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How did you feel when you woke up this morning ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused and scared as flashes of the nightmare i had repeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Who was the last person / people you took a photo with ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little cousin Juliet! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Would you consider yourself spoiled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only 26%, lol facebook quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Will you ever donate blood ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite sex ?WAS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Mr. sparkle? I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you want someone to be dead ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but he'll eventually die anyway, so whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What does your last text message say ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie...no biggie. &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;[ugh. that's like so passe! no offense tho.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What are you thinking right now ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that Imma practice my guitar and do my workout afterward. or maybe i'll do some pilates too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you want someone to be with you right now ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really, i feel like being alone today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.11. What was the time you went to bed last night ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.45pm sth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Where did you buy the tee you are wearing now ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngiu Kee, Goggles. and it's a singlet not a tee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Is someone on your mind right now ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.14. Who was the last person who text you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN Lucky Person to do this quiz... (People who visits my blog often and has a blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mr. Sparkle, Brian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Rina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Bianca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Els&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Hui bing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Chiew Ee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Skinny boy Andrew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Olivia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. weikuang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Eunice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who is no.2 having a relationship with ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Is no.3 a male or a female ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feMale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If no.7 and no.1 get together , would it be a good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, it'll be kinda cool if they're gays. but no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What is no.1 studying about ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linkin Park lyrics? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. When was the last time you chatted with them ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Last Sunday, on msn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. No idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Can't seem to remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. 2 years ago...or was it 3?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Two months ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Can't remember either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.umm...2 weeks ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;20.Is no.4 single ?&lt;br /&gt;Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Say something about no.2 .&lt;br /&gt;She's pretty and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What do you think about no.3 &amp;amp; no.6 being together ?&lt;br /&gt;I despise lesbians so no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Describe no.9 .&lt;br /&gt;He wears glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What will you do if no.6 and no.7 fight ?&lt;br /&gt;I'd asked someone to buy me some popcorns and watch the conflict together.LOL. jk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you like no. 8?&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-1457293973170224613?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/1457293973170224613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-dad-sighed-when-he-saw-me-doing-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/1457293973170224613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/1457293973170224613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-dad-sighed-when-he-saw-me-doing-this.html' title='My dad sighed when he saw me doing this; Ps: i did this after i finished studying history.So no guilt there.'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-2106474074601826689</id><published>2009-05-10T09:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T09:48:58.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know I shouldn't be doing this.</title><content type='html'>1. My uncle once : took me to golf&lt;br /&gt;2. Never in my life : has my cush ever notice me.&lt;br /&gt;3. When I was seventeen : I'd wish I could be beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;4. High school was : Full of crap and drama.&lt;br /&gt;5. I will never forget : The day I saw Andrew playing electric guitar. [and yes, he plays it really well.]&lt;br /&gt;6. I once met : Avril Lavigne in Mel but then i realized it was somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;7. By noon, I’m usually : walking to sanyan mall from school to meet up with my mum.&lt;br /&gt;8. The fifties were great because : Because they invented this cute little peace symbol.&lt;br /&gt;9. If I was a character in Shakespears, I’d be : Juliet but end up marrying Romeo and have kids and live happily ever after =]&lt;br /&gt;10. By this time next year : I'll become totally skinny and hot like Miranda Kerr. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;11. You know I like you if : I'd talk to you for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;12. If I ever won an award, the first two persons I’d thank would be : My parents and those who insulted me[well, not really. i'd probably tell them that i hope it gives them hell.]&lt;br /&gt;13. Take my advice, never : tell people about you're crush.&lt;br /&gt;14. Why won’t people : understand that I HAVE to be perfect or I'd hate myself for not being one.&lt;br /&gt;15. If you spend the night at my house : you'll find yourself so full that you'd have to unbutton your jeans.&lt;br /&gt;16. I’d stop my wedding for : some "quality time" with my husband in a private room. UNDISTURB. ;)&lt;br /&gt;17. The world could do without : skinny anorexic bitches without boobs. But yet, they make me look fabulous. =D&lt;br /&gt;18. My favorite brunette is : Jessica Alba =) , I was gonna say Amanda Bynes but she dyed her hair blonde.&lt;br /&gt;19. If I do anything well, it’s : being a listener.&lt;br /&gt;20. And by the way : Someone broke my heart[not exactly, he's not capable of my existance anyway] and had me hiding under the blankets, crying for hours last night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-2106474074601826689?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/2106474074601826689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-know-i-shouldnt-be-doing-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/2106474074601826689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/2106474074601826689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-know-i-shouldnt-be-doing-this.html' title='I know I shouldn&apos;t be doing this.'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-2733440597333411816</id><published>2009-04-30T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:33:59.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;taking guitar lessons!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WooHoo&lt;/span&gt;!~ And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to start tomorrow =D cant' wait. Rina and I was supposed to go together tomorrow but she had to go to scout camp. Oh well, there's always next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just like Rina, I'm gonna be &lt;strike&gt;pretty&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; busy after this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me see....&lt;br /&gt;- T-shirts to design [don't worry Rina dear, i love doing that]&lt;br /&gt;- Biology model to make [i like that one too.]&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;PJK&lt;/span&gt; project to do by&lt;strong&gt; HAND&lt;/strong&gt;. [&lt;em&gt;god&lt;/em&gt;.]&lt;br /&gt;- My chores. [i have to help my mum. we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; like hiring maids]&lt;br /&gt;- Workout for 2 hours, 6 times a week is a &lt;strong&gt;must&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- Exams that are drifting near to study for. [i vow to get &lt;strong&gt;8 As'&lt;/strong&gt; this time.]&lt;br /&gt;- Practicing guitar since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; taking it. [ I vow on practicing it everyday for at least 3 hours.]&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;my b-day&lt;/em&gt; [I'd probably be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;too busy studying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to even celebrate anyway.]&lt;br /&gt;- Vacation to Aussie. [&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;, but I'm gonna miss &lt;strong&gt;uniform camp&lt;/strong&gt;...darn it.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, My blog is going to be on hiatus for a month &lt;em&gt;at least&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;XoXo&lt;/span&gt; [it's love and kisses right?],&lt;br /&gt;Amanda =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-2733440597333411816?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/2733440597333411816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/04/im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/2733440597333411816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/2733440597333411816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/04/im.html' title='I&apos;m....'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-1473847765694949825</id><published>2009-04-25T18:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T09:50:41.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diet Diary 4; Bet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had a bet with my god-bro and football buddy, &lt;strong&gt;FLOWER&lt;/strong&gt; last night on msn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He dared me that I'd a lose weight and wear a bikini at the end of the year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So i said yes, sure, whatever. I have a feeling that I'd have the chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just know it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can see picture the beach and me with a totally fit, toned bod and wearing a victoria's secret; pink collection bikini already. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GAWD, I FREAKIN' LOVE THAT COLLECTION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: I take back saying i wanted to look like those bony, weasel-looking, anorexic girls. I tried becoming a vegetarian but my dad wont let me and i tried starving but then i realised that i couldn't do it and i'd die if i dont have at least a bowl of rice per day, seriously. I still continue working out tho---not bragging---and i dont feel skinny or fat, i just feel so much healthier. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-1473847765694949825?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/1473847765694949825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/04/diet-diary-4-bet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/1473847765694949825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/1473847765694949825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/04/diet-diary-4-bet.html' title='Diet Diary 4; Bet'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-7215044262573039220</id><published>2009-04-21T14:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T15:25:32.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Loser</title><content type='html'>There's this guy from school who seems to &lt;em&gt;hate &lt;/em&gt;me, a lot. He'd been doing some certain things to make me feel miserable, but he'd failed of course. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example:&lt;br /&gt;1. Spreading rumors about I'm a slutty bitch and that I could never be trusted&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; [Not to be rude but, WHAT THE FUCK?! i mean you don't even know me, creep.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Glaring at me. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;[Wow, I'm so scared. *shivers*]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Give me critism in a disguise but don't even have the courage to look at me. [&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;He often does this especially when I get better results than him or during english class]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Calling me names like ji be yan in a disguise[spelling?] way. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;[AWED, I have a hater who's gay. Cool!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did sometimes succeed with getting me annoyed and upset though; it worked for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I'm gonna talk about the spreading rumors part. It worked back in a year ago. And guess what? &lt;strong&gt;I DONT FUCKIN' CARE ABOUT ANOTHER OPINION OF YOURS, AND YOU'VE PROVED THAT YOU'RE GAY JUST BY DOING THIS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, Glaring is not good for your eyes, darling. But if you want to get it loose and get it drop or losing your sight, suit yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw. your insults and critism were like cherry on top. Even though my english is better than yours doesn't mean that I'm a bitch. I'm good at it because i take it seriously, not like some &lt;em&gt;asshole&lt;/em&gt; who happens to be &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And calling me names like ji be/ji bai? Oh, come on! You could've done better than that. insult me as a type of sexual organ doesn't affect me; not even a little. it just showed how uncreactive you are. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY ADVICE: Grow up! Even though i have the same friends as you doesn't mean I'm trying to replace you or get near to you, bastard. And yes, I've suffered a lot just by being in the same class with you for the pass 2 years. But guess what? We're still going to see each other for another 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a life. Let it go. Why won't you get that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to ignore you and got pretty good at it lately. But i'm starting to think it's just not worth it for some immature jerk like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pity you. Really, I do. I can't believe I actually pity some asshole but hey, life's full of surprises right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just Get over it. Get over the past. &lt;strong&gt;Get over me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or just see a therapist or counselor or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I just wrote may seem like an insult or a joke for you. But it's not. It's just pure justice and opinion, from &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;moi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you do seem like you need it, dear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-7215044262573039220?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/7215044262573039220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/04/poor-loser.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/7215044262573039220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/7215044262573039220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/04/poor-loser.html' title='Poor Loser'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-5442062696177580200</id><published>2009-04-17T15:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T15:55:21.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16/04/2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:190;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;t's one of those days that I feel helpless. Ignored. Tired. Upset. Worthless and weak. There was no emptiness in my chest though; not yet at least.&lt;br /&gt;I wondered if I was sick, cause' breathing got harder for me every minute. A few people had asked me why I looked so sad.&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know," I managed to reply them in a croak. I wasn't lying though. I truly was not sure why.&lt;br /&gt;But I wish I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd never felt this tired before. My eyes were drooping. My head was heavy. My legs were weak as I walked up the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;Heather was sitting on the queen sized bed along with Sam when I opened my bedroom door.&lt;br /&gt;Sam was back.&lt;br /&gt;Both of them looked gorgeous --- as always.&lt;br /&gt;Sam mumbled something to me, but I wasn't sure what she'd said.&lt;br /&gt;I hid under the blankets and closed my eyes. Flashes of my past and regrets began to spin in my head while Heather hummed a tune that I wasn't familiar with.&lt;br /&gt;It was hard for me to sleep and it was a long silence when I tried to feel peace. I got to sleep and felt the peace eventually --- for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Then, the dream came by.&lt;br /&gt;I saw nothing but a young man about my age. I thought he looked familiar but yet not so sure if i had ever actually seen him before.&lt;br /&gt;I startled as he walked towards me ---fast---; he had the speed almost like lighting. He gave me a grin by showing his flawless teeth. I thought he looked kinda cute, perhaps he looked &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; cute. Handsome, that's the word. I smiled back as I looked into his big brown eyes. It was then I was sure I knew him but I just couldn't seem to remember.&lt;br /&gt;We said and did nothing but staring into each other's eyes like we knew each other's deepest thoughts. We stayed this way through the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;For a moment, I felt good.&lt;br /&gt;I felt good. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-5442062696177580200?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/5442062696177580200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/04/16042009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/5442062696177580200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/5442062696177580200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/04/16042009.html' title='16/04/2009'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-2506895774311660714</id><published>2009-04-14T14:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T14:15:01.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Today's tuesday and i bumped into two friends of mine who had just came back from aussie.[Connie &amp; Karina] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were like "OMG" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hug* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, they both looked prettier than ever. I didn't get to take photos of them tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, what comes around goes around, right? haw haw.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the song jai ho by the pussycat dolls had stucked in my head for two days now! I love that song but it's kinda annoying. You know, have the same song stuck in your head for over 24 hours; maybe even 24/7. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;btw, miss heatherfield, it's not pronounce as ZAI HO babehh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update soon about the aussie-asian-friends thing the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just pretty &lt;strike&gt;busy&lt;/strike&gt; lazy to blog today. I might as well study, do my facial and of course, my workouts[my fave moment of the day]. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-2506895774311660714?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/2506895774311660714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/04/tuesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/2506895774311660714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/2506895774311660714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/04/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-8930915802474917787</id><published>2009-04-12T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T14:11:43.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pussycat Dolls ft.A.R Rahman Jai Ho</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wprh0LLlAzU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wprh0LLlAzU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;(Jai Ho)&lt;br /&gt;(Jai Ho) I got (I got) shivers (shivers),&lt;br /&gt;When you touch away,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll make you hot,&lt;br /&gt;Get all you got,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll make you wanna say (Jai Ho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jai Ho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got (I got) fever (fever),&lt;br /&gt;Running like a fire,&lt;br /&gt;For you I will go all the way,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna take you higher (Jai Ho)&lt;br /&gt;I keep it steady uh-steady,&lt;br /&gt;That’s how I feel it.&lt;br /&gt;This beat is heavy, so heavy,&lt;br /&gt;You gonna feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jai Ho)You are the reason that I breathe, (Jai Ho)&lt;br /&gt;You are the reason that I still believe, (Jai Ho)&lt;br /&gt;You are my destiny,&lt;br /&gt;Jai Ho! Uh-uh-uh-oh!&lt;br /&gt;(Jai Ho) No there is nothing that can stop us (Jai Ho)&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can ever come between us, (Jai Ho)&lt;br /&gt;So come and dance with me,&lt;br /&gt;Jai Ho! (oh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch me, catch me, catch me, c’mon, catch me,&lt;br /&gt;I want you now,&lt;br /&gt;I know you can save me, come and save me,&lt;br /&gt;I need you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am yours forever, yes, forever,&lt;br /&gt;I will follow,&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere in anyway,&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jai Ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jai Ho) Escape (escape) away (away),&lt;br /&gt;I’ll take you to a place,&lt;br /&gt;This fantasy of you and me,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never lose my chance. (Jai Ho)&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics are provided by Geniusbeauty.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can (I can) feel you (feel you),&lt;br /&gt;Rushing through my veins,&lt;br /&gt;There’s an notion in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;I will never be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jai Ho) Just keep it burnin’, yeah baby,&lt;br /&gt;Just keep it comin’, (Jai Ho)&lt;br /&gt;You’re gonna find out baby,&lt;br /&gt;I’m one in a million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the reason that I breathe, (Jai Ho)&lt;br /&gt;You are the reason that I still believe, (Jai Ho)&lt;br /&gt;You are my destiny,&lt;br /&gt;Jai Oh! Uh-uh-uh-oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jai Ho) No there is nothing that can stop us (Jai Ho)&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can ever come between us (Jai Ho)&lt;br /&gt;So come and dance with me,&lt;br /&gt;Jai Ho! (Hear me it’s destiny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch me, catch me, catch me, c’mon, catch me,&lt;br /&gt;I want you now,&lt;br /&gt;I know you can save me, come and save me,&lt;br /&gt;I need you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am yours forever, yes, forever,&lt;br /&gt;I will follow,&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere in anyway,&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jai Ho, Jai Ho, Jai Ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you,&lt;br /&gt;Gonna make it, (Jai Ho)&lt;br /&gt;I’m ready,&lt;br /&gt;So take it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jai Ho) You are the reason that I breathe, (Jai Ho)&lt;br /&gt;You are the reason that I still believe, (Jai Ho)&lt;br /&gt;You are my destiny,&lt;br /&gt;Jai Oh! Uh-uh-uh-oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jai Ho)No there is nothing that can stop us, (Jai Ho)&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can ever come between us, (Jai Ho)&lt;br /&gt;So come and dance with me,&lt;br /&gt;Jai Ho! (oh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jai Ho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baila baila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jai Ho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-8930915802474917787?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/8930915802474917787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/04/pussycat-dolls-ftar-rahman-jai-ho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/8930915802474917787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/8930915802474917787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/04/pussycat-dolls-ftar-rahman-jai-ho.html' title='The Pussycat Dolls ft.A.R Rahman Jai Ho'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-8800975344915946113</id><published>2009-04-12T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T14:08:37.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>ummm....that's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-8800975344915946113?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/8800975344915946113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/8800975344915946113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/8800975344915946113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-2721812753725949637</id><published>2009-04-11T12:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T13:07:32.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diet Diary 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I've been eating normally. &amp;---I'm not trying to brag---Working out for at least 2 hours six days a week for over 30 days now. But i didn't lose any weight or fat and did gain a kilo though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny cause, that 1 kilo had made me so depressed than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, i did intensive workout ,i eat healthy and i'd avoid sugar and junk food products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having thoughts about this and my regrets like any other nights before i went to bed last night. Then i came to realised that it's either I'd become a vegetarian or I'd starve. So that i could lose weight and finally be happy and accept myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd do my daily workouts too, so i don't think starving is going to effect my health that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9v3hFkrfeaM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9v3hFkrfeaM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been dreaming to become like these girls since kindergarden.so, It'd be cool if i'd become that skinny. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-2721812753725949637?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/2721812753725949637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/04/diet-diary-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/2721812753725949637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/2721812753725949637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/04/diet-diary-2.html' title='Diet Diary 2'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-626341269244404545</id><published>2009-04-10T06:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T19:55:23.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Tag Fun! ; it's 4.30 am</title><content type='html'>It's &lt;strong&gt;4.30 am.&lt;/strong&gt; I just woke up from a nightmare and i just can't bring myself back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,I was tagged by rina! =]&lt;br /&gt; again!  =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sd50tLRax7I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/osBobGYCxoo/s1600-h/image_thumb%5B13%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sd50tLRax7I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/osBobGYCxoo/s320/image_thumb%5B13%5D.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322820129067288498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. THE SCHOOL CHICK : I'd say Karina if she's still in our school. o well.&lt;br /&gt;2. THE GYM GUY : I don't want to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;3. THE FRESHIE : Suki? well, not really.&lt;br /&gt;4. THE RANDOM CHINESE FREIND : Desmond&lt;br /&gt;5. THE LOOSE CHICK : hmm...LOL!&lt;br /&gt;6. THE NIGGA THAT GETS GWAPS : No name&lt;br /&gt;7. THE JOCK : Nick?&lt;br /&gt;8. THE GOON : Hoe Sing, lmao.&lt;br /&gt;9. THE TERRORIST : Hoe Sing! and another guy's name i forgot.&lt;br /&gt;10. THE NERD GIRL : I can't remember her name! =/&lt;br /&gt;11. THE BLACK SUPREMO : BLACK? wth. Rina and moi! =D&lt;br /&gt;12. THE CHEERLEADER : I wanted to be one. =3 but hey whatever. Brenda&lt;br /&gt;13. THE TRIBALIST : hmmm.....Stephen? nah. Mr. Sparkle!&lt;br /&gt;14. THE GIRL WHO EATS AND IT GOES STRAIGHT TO HER BACKOFFFFF! : BIANCA, PARTLY SHE HAS STRONG INDIAN GENES.[ans copyrighted from rina.]&lt;br /&gt;15. THE FUNKY SKANKER : alex&lt;br /&gt;16. THE SHORT GUY : I'm not answering!  =P&lt;br /&gt;17. THE HIPPIE : Joseph &amp; Cheryl  =D&lt;br /&gt;18. THE NIGGA WHO IS ALWAYS IN COURT : Dont know any.&lt;br /&gt;19. THE WEED HEAD : wth is a weed head?!&lt;br /&gt;20. THE NORMAL DUDE : James Ling&lt;br /&gt;21. THE NORMAL CHICK : Guey Hua [But she's a fun girl in disguise,i'd say.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag:&lt;br /&gt;1. anyone who also woke up from a horribly idiotic weird nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;2. Anyone who cant sleep.&lt;br /&gt;3. Anyone who got nothing else better to do&lt;br /&gt;4. You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-626341269244404545?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/626341269244404545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/04/picture-tag-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/626341269244404545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/626341269244404545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/04/picture-tag-fun.html' title='Picture Tag Fun! ; it&apos;s 4.30 am'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sd50tLRax7I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/osBobGYCxoo/s72-c/image_thumb%5B13%5D.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-6745861052051883160</id><published>2009-04-07T14:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T14:29:05.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upset. Empty. Suicidal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I'm feeling pretty much devastated these few weeks. Especially today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason num 1: I'm upset and i found out that nobody even care about that fact.&lt;br /&gt;Reason num 2: My friend wasn't even listening when i opened up to her today. She was flirting with every guy she sees and avoided eye contacts with me the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;Reason num 3: I heard some guy calling me an ugly fat ass behind my back, literally.&lt;br /&gt;Reason num 4: I got a 0 out of 10 in my biology monthly test which i know i've been studying for about 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;Reason num 5: I overheard some of my friends' mums whispered "Amanda's a pretty weird kid."&lt;br /&gt;Reason num 6: My sister hates me.&lt;br /&gt;Reason num 7: My biology teacher hates me, too.&lt;br /&gt;Reason num 8: I feel so empty that i actually had the urge to commit suicide.&lt;br /&gt;Reason num 9: I'm a total disappointment to my parents.&lt;br /&gt;Reason num 10: I want to cry so badly but i just can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;You probably think I'm some crazy nutcase after you finished reading. Don't worry[not that you would even care anyway], I'm not gonna kill myself or anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might just hurt myself by running into walls.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-6745861052051883160?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/6745861052051883160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/04/upset-empty-suicidal.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/6745861052051883160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/6745861052051883160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/04/upset-empty-suicidal.html' title='Upset. Empty. Suicidal.'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-1179822159145476817</id><published>2009-04-06T21:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T06:13:20.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I received a gift ; OMG matter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I received a gift from an, i mean two Indian tutors/teachers, Mr &amp; Mr. Loka from Pinang! Well, she[mrs loka] used to tutor me in Sibu and the last time we spoke to each other was....2004! She had retired and moved back to pinang with her husband. I was sobbing when we said our goodbyes. [I couldn't control my emotions at that time, you see.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i didnt get to see her though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i first heard she was giving me a present, i thought it'd probably be some educational stuff, pencils, books, pens, yeah you get the picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sd5wxL3q1XI/AAAAAAAAAZc/Gd_gXk3Lg2k/s1600-h/DSCF3076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sd5wxL3q1XI/AAAAAAAAAZc/Gd_gXk3Lg2k/s320/DSCF3076.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322815799900689778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no chanel or chirstian dior, but i was just &lt;strong&gt;thrilled &lt;/strong&gt;that a &lt;strong&gt;teacher&lt;/strong&gt; actually gave me a &lt;em&gt;F. Timber&lt;/em&gt; bag!  =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sd5xcdPoiqI/AAAAAAAAAZk/4xy6DAQeGVg/s1600-h/DSCF3077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sd5xcdPoiqI/AAAAAAAAAZk/4xy6DAQeGVg/s320/DSCF3077.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322816543298980514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even found a &lt;strong&gt;purse&lt;/strong&gt; with a &lt;strong&gt;10 bucks&lt;/strong&gt; in &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; bag. I was like huh? ... haw haw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Thanks Mr &amp; Mrs. L  =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-1179822159145476817?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/1179822159145476817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-received-gift-omg-matter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/1179822159145476817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/1179822159145476817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-received-gift-omg-matter.html' title='I received a gift ; OMG matter.'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sd5wxL3q1XI/AAAAAAAAAZc/Gd_gXk3Lg2k/s72-c/DSCF3076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-7942653331065223511</id><published>2009-04-03T18:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T10:29:02.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My mobile phone went on a date with the school toilet today;briefly</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Umm, i actually dropped my phone into the school toilet &amp; PLEASE don't ask how. And It got all wet and freakin unfixable.  D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: It was all an accident; Honest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm totally anxious and stressed cause' I'm sure that my parents would be totally upset and dont even mention &lt;strong&gt;disappointed&lt;/strong&gt; with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far for trying to be perfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Just so you know, &lt;i&gt;at least&lt;/i&gt; i didn't drop it into some ammonia smell pee or shit. It's just clean toilet water, but still!.....&lt;strong&gt;ew&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-7942653331065223511?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/7942653331065223511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-mobile-phone-went-on-date-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/7942653331065223511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/7942653331065223511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-mobile-phone-went-on-date-with.html' title='My mobile phone went on a date with the school toilet today;briefly'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-1707547185784638823</id><published>2009-03-30T13:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T20:53:37.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Day  =D</title><content type='html'>As an absolute Earth lover [i'm guilty as a consumer,too], i turned off all the lights and the air-conditioner in my room at 8.30 pm sharp. My dad wouldn't let me turn off the other ones[air-conditioners] at home.  =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i watched American pie at 8.40 pm sth with my laptop. I thought the movie was pretty boring but i needed to do sth. Then, i realised that i was sending messages with Adrian the whole time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished the movie at 10.52 pm. [long, low whistle] I left the laptop on my bed, beside me and went to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Sandy woke me up at 5.45 sth IN THE [SUNDAY] MORNING, when i could've sleep through at least 7 IN THE MORNING! I was like WTH?! and that's when she just told me that we're going "ching ming" and visit our late granpa and great-grandparents on my mother's side. My parents had planned this for a week and i just knew. So far for being a perfect team as a BIG HAPPY FAMILY! sheesh--; no offense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-1707547185784638823?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/1707547185784638823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/03/earth-day-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/1707547185784638823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/1707547185784638823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/03/earth-day-d.html' title='Earth Day  =D'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-1972510901669778086</id><published>2009-03-30T12:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T13:16:56.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another TAG?</title><content type='html'>Rules:It’s harder than it looks! Copy to your own note, erase my answers, enter yours, and tag twenty people.&lt;br /&gt;Use the first letter of your name to answer each of the following questions.They have to be real…nothing made up!&lt;br /&gt;If the person before you had the same first initial,you must use different answers.You cannot use any word twice and you can’t use your name for the boy/girl name question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your name: Amanda&lt;br /&gt;2. A four Letter Word: Amen&lt;br /&gt;3. A boy’s Name: Aaron&lt;br /&gt;4. A girl’s Name: Aurora&lt;br /&gt;5. An occupation: A multibillionare+famous fashion designer&lt;br /&gt;6. A color: Aqua&lt;br /&gt;7. Something you’ll wear: A..umm..um..er...Anoraka (another name for hoodie!i think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. A food: Antipasto [italian]&lt;br /&gt;9. Something found in the bathroom: Air? lol&lt;br /&gt;10. A place: Australia&lt;br /&gt;11. A reason for being late: Acting for a new coming movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Something you’d shout: Aaaaarrrrrghhh!!!, i'll probably shout OMG, but wth.&lt;br /&gt;13. A movie title: American Pie&lt;br /&gt;14. Something you drink: Alcohol? anything?&lt;br /&gt;15. A musical group:Angels and Airwaves, Augustana, I'm not sure if that's really a band though.&lt;br /&gt;16. An animal: Ant, does insect counts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. A street name: St. Amanda (somewhere in melbourne  =D  )&lt;br /&gt;18. A type of car: Audi A3&lt;br /&gt;19. The title of a song: All the small things&lt;br /&gt;20. Tag 5 people : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Brian, mr sparkle.&lt;br /&gt;2. Gary&lt;br /&gt;3. Flower&lt;br /&gt;4. Nick,&lt;br /&gt;5. Anyone if you have nothing better to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-1972510901669778086?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/1972510901669778086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-tag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/1972510901669778086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/1972510901669778086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-tag.html' title='Another TAG?'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-6867311897703688302</id><published>2009-03-28T19:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T12:11:49.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Friday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sc4FVUsIwOI/AAAAAAAAAYs/dbQOYG7BK10/s1600-h/DSC01721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sc4FVUsIwOI/AAAAAAAAAYs/dbQOYG7BK10/s320/DSC01721.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318194073860358370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Josh was still sleeping when i arrived school. I took a photo of him cause i thought he looked adorable. [since, he's not "glaring" at anyone at the moment.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sc4FVfgrxlI/AAAAAAAAAYk/DMvYQiqP_Cc/s1600-h/DSC01722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sc4FVfgrxlI/AAAAAAAAAYk/DMvYQiqP_Cc/s320/DSC01722.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318194076765111890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian, MR SPARKLE!   =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sc4FVc3S04I/AAAAAAAAAYc/X0NNOYjmLiI/s1600-h/DSC01723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sc4FVc3S04I/AAAAAAAAAYc/X0NNOYjmLiI/s320/DSC01723.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318194076054639490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sc4FUxccoHI/AAAAAAAAAYU/b7SFzyRtIEE/s1600-h/DSC01724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sc4FUxccoHI/AAAAAAAAAYU/b7SFzyRtIEE/s320/DSC01724.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318194064399310962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you look me in the eyes, and tell me that you love me. Everything's &lt;b&gt;so wrong&lt;/b&gt;,When you're right here by my side, when i sth sth [forgot], i catch a glimpse of the &lt;b&gt;toilet&lt;/b&gt;, i found my perfect hell. When you look me in the eyes."  ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sc4FU7h3K-I/AAAAAAAAAYM/8WhY6qGLr84/s1600-h/DSC01725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sc4FU7h3K-I/AAAAAAAAAYM/8WhY6qGLr84/s320/DSC01725.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318194067106376674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to BK class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sc7aii-fJDI/AAAAAAAAAZM/HErnWjlRrYM/s1600-h/DSC01728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sc7aii-fJDI/AAAAAAAAAZM/HErnWjlRrYM/s320/DSC01728.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318428497010435122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Dhanube at Bk class. Seh ea moh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sc7ai0AkFbI/AAAAAAAAAZU/9he1JVEtOYY/s1600-h/DSC01732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sc7ai0AkFbI/AAAAAAAAAZU/9he1JVEtOYY/s320/DSC01732.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318428501582550450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an accident on my way back home after playing soccer with the guys. I've never seen a car overturned before....ICK!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-6867311897703688302?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/6867311897703688302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/6867311897703688302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/6867311897703688302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-friday.html' title='Another Friday.'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sc4FVUsIwOI/AAAAAAAAAYs/dbQOYG7BK10/s72-c/DSC01721.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-6200780770615259188</id><published>2009-03-28T18:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T09:22:17.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged, again?</title><content type='html'>Write the names of 21 friends you can think off the top of your head, and then answer the questions. Say you’re guessing if you don’t know, but at least guess on all of them. After doing this, tag your 21 friends to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;1. Adrian&lt;br /&gt;2. Gary&lt;br /&gt;3. Hoe Sing&lt;br /&gt;4. Cheryl&lt;br /&gt;5. Ang Hua&lt;br /&gt;6. Brian, sparkle&lt;br /&gt;7. Aaron&lt;br /&gt;8. Nick&lt;br /&gt;9. Joshua&lt;br /&gt;10. Bianca&lt;br /&gt;11. Rina&lt;br /&gt;12. Paul&lt;br /&gt;13. Shirley&lt;br /&gt;14. Fiona&lt;br /&gt;15. Bethany&lt;br /&gt;16. Melanie&lt;br /&gt;17. Karina&lt;br /&gt;18. Kwang Zhong&lt;br /&gt;19. Ian chew&lt;br /&gt;20. Ian Clifford&lt;br /&gt;21. Stephen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*How did you meet 7? (Aaron)&lt;br /&gt;Soccer ; form 3 november&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*What would you do if you and 15 had never met? (Bethany)&lt;br /&gt;I dont know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*What would you do if 20 and 1 dated? (Ian Clifford, Adrian)&lt;br /&gt;It'll NEVER happen. unless they're gays. and of course they're not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Have you ever seen 17 cry? (Karina)&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Would 4 and 16 make a good couple? (Cheryl, Melanie)&lt;br /&gt;Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Do you want to be 13's friend forever? (Shirley)&lt;br /&gt;Yupp, she's one of &lt;i&gt;the&lt;/i&gt; nicest person i've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Do you think 11 is attractive? (Rina)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. she's pretty alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*What’s 5’s favorite color? (Ang Hua)&lt;br /&gt;It changes from day to day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*When was the last time you talked to 9? (Joshua)&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*What language does 8 speak?(Nick)&lt;br /&gt;Chines, English, Malay and sth sth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Who is 13 going out with? (Shirley)&lt;br /&gt;Paul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*What grade is 16 in? (Melanie)&lt;br /&gt;Form 4; science&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Would you ever date 17? (Karina)&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Where does 18 live? (Kwang Zhong)&lt;br /&gt;No idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*What is the best thing about 4? (Cheryl)&lt;br /&gt;I'd have to make a list of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*What would you like to tell 10 now? (Bianca)&lt;br /&gt;Shut up &amp; let me go! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*What is the best thing about 20? (Ian Clifford)&lt;br /&gt;NONE! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Have you ever kissed 2? (Gary)&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*What’s the best memory you have of 5? (Ang Hua)&lt;br /&gt;The first time when we played soccer together. He's awesome  =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*When’s the next time you’re going to see 4? (Cheryl)&lt;br /&gt;Next Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*How is 7 different from 6? (Aaron, Brian)&lt;br /&gt;Not really, 50-50 lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Is 2 pretty? (Gary)&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*What was your first impression of 15! (Bethany)&lt;br /&gt;Innocent and adorable. i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*How did you meet 3? (Hoe Sing)&lt;br /&gt;This year, when he was transfered to science side and sat in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Is 15 your best friend? (Bethany)&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Do you hate 12? (Paul)&lt;br /&gt;Nah, he's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Have you seen 18 in the last month? (Kwang Zhong)&lt;br /&gt;yupp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*When was the last time you saw 16? (Melanie)&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Have you been to 5's house? (Ang Hua)&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*When’s the next time you’ll see 10? (bianca)&lt;br /&gt;next monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Are you close to 11? (Rina)&lt;br /&gt;nope, dont think so.[answer changed: yupp. LOL.] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Have you been to the movies with 4? (Cheryl)&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Have you gotten in trouble with 8? (Nick)&lt;br /&gt;No, i didn't...or &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Would you give 19 a hug? (Ian Chew)&lt;br /&gt;Sure, as long as he's not scared or gets the wrong idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*When have you lied to 3? (Hoe Sing)&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Is 11 good at socializing? (Rina)&lt;br /&gt;Yupp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Do you know a secret about 8? (Nick)&lt;br /&gt;We're not close. so, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Describe the relationship between 12 and 18.(Paul, Kwang Zhong)&lt;br /&gt;Schoolmates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*What’s the best thing about your friendship with 9? (Joshua)&lt;br /&gt;He's my favourite target to be poke at. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*What’s the worst thing about 6? (Brian)&lt;br /&gt;Let see,hmmm....I dunno, i mean he's one of my best buddies so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Have you ever had a crush on 12? (Paul)&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*How long have you known 2? (Gary)&lt;br /&gt;2 years and a half babehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Have you ever been in a fight with 13? (Shirley)&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Does 11 have a bf/gf? (Rina)&lt;br /&gt;Dunno.{answer changed: NOPE. Guys,she s still avaible on the market! lol.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Have you ever wanted to punch 1 in face? (Adrian)&lt;br /&gt;Nope, he's like a really nice big bro for me to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Has 21 met your mother? (Stephen)&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*How did you meet 11? (Rina)&lt;br /&gt;umm....at dancing class when i was 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Did you ever accidentally physically hurt 3? (Hoe Sing)&lt;br /&gt;YES! he deserved it after getting my books wet, &lt;i&gt;ON PURPOSE&lt;/i&gt;! LOL, well not really, but he kinda did knock down my water bottle on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Do you live close to 7? (Aaron)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, about 10 km.                =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*What is 8’s favorite food? (Nick)&lt;br /&gt;Again, we're not close, so, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*What kind of car does 1 have? (Adrian)&lt;br /&gt;We just met and know each other for a month. so, no, i have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Have you traveled anywhere with 9? (Joshua)&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*If you gave 14 $100, what would they spend it on? (Fiona)&lt;br /&gt;Give her a 100 bucks?! not gonna happen.  Xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag: Mark, Gary, Brian[mr sparkle], Ang hua,Bianca Ling, Nick, and so on and on and on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-6200780770615259188?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/6200780770615259188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/03/tagged-again.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/6200780770615259188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/6200780770615259188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/03/tagged-again.html' title='Tagged, again?'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-2229061779902940168</id><published>2009-03-27T16:05:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T13:16:20.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uneducated Lala's a.k.a. Ah beng</title><content type='html'>Speaking of the LaLas. I just remembered that I received an email just about them last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia is blessed with multi ethnics and race . We have the malays , chinese and the indians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of those race have a special retarded breed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malays : Mat Rempit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese : Ah Beng/LaLa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indians : Mixture of Both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like explain to you about the breed called Ah Beng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ah Beng only applies to Chinese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. They speak very broken english and when talking online they either talk with CAPITALS or LiKe ThAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. They dress like some unducated fool. ( See Below )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/ScyKcRmR_EI/AAAAAAAAAXc/q8EwNlwFWwc/s1600-h/untitled_signed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/ScyKcRmR_EI/AAAAAAAAAXc/q8EwNlwFWwc/s320/untitled_signed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317777478382648386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before proceeding , please take a look at the Ah Beng Classification Map.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost i would like to demonstrate an example sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example Sentence 1 : Oi Blader , Ordering the lice ady be ? what you's order . Got Pok or not ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation : Oi Brother , Have you ordered rice ? What did you order . Did you order Pork ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example Sentence 2 ( Friendster ) : HeYZz , wAzZuP aH huAT eRe ! YoU vElY preTTy leHHs . Me caN be FriEnds wiTh yoUUz mA ? mE this yeAR 16 o ^^ . mE nO stuDY becAusE theY saY mE enGliSH kA nA sAi lO ! buT mE eNglisH vElY gooD mA ! nO mA ? mE feEl mE enGliSh velY goOd loH ! NevErMinDzZ lAH , yOu hoW maNy olD diS yeAR ? stUdY aT whEre sChOOL ?. HoPE to sEe yOu SoOnZ ! FriENDs fOreVEr !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Opinion : As you can see the English level cannot be regarded as English , He thinks very highly of himself . He/She writes Friends Forever although they are not friends yet. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example 3 ( Messenger )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HALO&lt;br /&gt;Hi&lt;br /&gt;WHAT YOU'S NAME ?&lt;br /&gt;Why ? JUST ASKING LAH. YOU VELY PRETTY MAHS&lt;br /&gt;Oh , No Lah where got ?&lt;br /&gt;GOT LAH , SO PRETTY LEH . MY BIRD ALSO BIG BIG LIAO.&lt;br /&gt;Bird ?&lt;br /&gt;OH NOTHING LAH . SMALL GIRL GIRL DONT NEED KNOW&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Okay.&lt;br /&gt;SO HOW MANY OLD YOU ?&lt;br /&gt;15. Between where did you get my MSN from ?&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDSTER LOH . YOU POST YOUR PRETTY PIC PIC . I SEE LIAO THEN I ADD YOU HERE LOH . ME CAN BE FRENZ YOU MA ?&lt;br /&gt;I guess so.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS GUESS ? IS THE BRAND A . THE QUESTION MARK BRAND. I GOT LEH , I BOUGHT SUNGEI WANG . GOT ONE BIG ? THEN WRITE THERE GUESS WAN HOR ? WHAT MEAN LEH .&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY LOH , YOU STUDY WHERE ?&lt;br /&gt;Didnt i write it in my profile ?&lt;br /&gt;I NEBERSEE KUA. SOLI&lt;br /&gt;Nevermid. Gtg Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Blocks The Ah Beng*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng never see's the girl online ever again but is too stupid to ever think that she blocked him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example 4 ( Gaming )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng : I FUCKING PRO LEH !! WHO LOSE PAPA MAMA DIE AT MIDNIGHT 12.00 , WHO LEAVE ALSO PAPA MAMA DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ah Beng dies after five minutes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng : YOU FUCKER LAH ! PLAY CHEAT !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ah Beng leaves the game*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They like to caps and say the word FUCK when gaming because they think it shows their level of pro-ness . They pick on people's father mother and always state midnight as the time to die . Reason because they always receive chainmail from their ah beng friend's . This chainmail is being circulated over and over again in their circle of Ah Beng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly , i would like to explain how Ah Beng's dress-up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A striking hair colour is a must . It symbolizes their coolness . Presenting the famous Ah Beng " Hair " .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/ScyK8pNPKrI/AAAAAAAAAXk/twevrhx60E0/s1600-h/beng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/ScyK8pNPKrI/AAAAAAAAAXk/twevrhx60E0/s320/beng.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317778034475870898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ex Beng Style.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/ScyLJFQdDAI/AAAAAAAAAXs/gFu4r2oV_fs/s1600-h/144215781l_signed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/ScyLJFQdDAI/AAAAAAAAAXs/gFu4r2oV_fs/s320/144215781l_signed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317778248163986434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;current beng style&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The next must have thing is the TINTED GLASSES .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Their Shirt must have at LEAST two colours . Any shirt less than two colours will not be worn by them . The more the colour , the cooler they are . The Ah Beng hypothesis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/ScyLa4YvsfI/AAAAAAAAAX0/3hvZh7vPkoI/s1600-h/a16b_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/ScyLa4YvsfI/AAAAAAAAAX0/3hvZh7vPkoI/s320/a16b_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317778553946747378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Most Famous Ah Beng/Lala Shirt In Malaysia.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/ScyLpkc0XWI/AAAAAAAAAX8/6W55XFwUXQk/s1600-h/b111453431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/ScyLpkc0XWI/AAAAAAAAAX8/6W55XFwUXQk/s320/b111453431.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317778806293159266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then their girlfriend will be like that. &lt;/i&gt;[Also known as &lt;i&gt;the&lt;/i&gt; LaLas.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. OH. when it comes to pants . this is the most disastrous. You know those pants with those straps ? Yeah , you get the picture now dont you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/ScyL8pyBK1I/AAAAAAAAAYE/HLP0lfNpzxI/s1600-h/ride_levac_pant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 167px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/ScyL8pyBK1I/AAAAAAAAAYE/HLP0lfNpzxI/s320/ride_levac_pant.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317779134141770578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yeah I Know It's Familiar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---End of email.---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, know we'd learned more about the Lalas/Ah bengs.Question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are You one of them?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-2229061779902940168?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/2229061779902940168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/03/uneducated-lalas-aka-ah-beng.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/2229061779902940168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/2229061779902940168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/03/uneducated-lalas-aka-ah-beng.html' title='Uneducated Lala&apos;s a.k.a. Ah beng'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/ScyKcRmR_EI/AAAAAAAAAXc/q8EwNlwFWwc/s72-c/untitled_signed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-8104829695828773001</id><published>2009-03-25T18:40:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T16:26:16.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LaLa story; REAL live LaLa</title><content type='html'>Last night, just like any other Tuesday nights, I went for math tuition at Mr chieng's. When i walked in, Bianca quickly told me to check out the girl behind her in a whispering tone. I was like what about her?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i saw her bogus nails pedicure, her fugleh fluffy pink boot and outfit, her too shinny and overloaded accessories, her funny looking barbarian[seriously] hairdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seemed like she just suffered a lala disease[go to Eunice's blog if you have no idea what I'm talking about.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'd just assume that she's a pure LaLa.A &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt; live pure LaLa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like OMG, OMG,how fugleh!...and Bianca was like Yuck Yuck Yuck! while Michael was smirking, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to take a photo of her but i'd failed.&lt;br /&gt;I know i know, a photo of her could've been perfect for this post. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-8104829695828773001?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-7626579163554153835</id><published>2009-03-25T16:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T16:58:51.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs/Videos i specially picked for Bianca and Rina babahhs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HulFsv72h3Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HulFsv72h3Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mEBGdu4zKW0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mEBGdu4zKW0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hWhKdXcqYeU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hWhKdXcqYeU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9geiPp9UFI0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9geiPp9UFI0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NmSMlpKxl-M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NmSMlpKxl-M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OEt50_BdIpQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OEt50_BdIpQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/52JYcnP5Oh4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/52JYcnP5Oh4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BPkDPcAqy6g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BPkDPcAqy6g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! =]   &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-7626579163554153835?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/7626579163554153835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/03/songsvideos-i-specially-picked-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/7626579163554153835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/7626579163554153835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/03/songsvideos-i-specially-picked-for.html' title='Songs/Videos i specially picked for Bianca and Rina babahhs.'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-5027412263265038824</id><published>2009-03-25T16:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T17:18:00.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haw Haw Worthy  =D</title><content type='html'>I think it's last Friday that i was having this group chat with Bianca and rina on msn. We were having this conversation and rina started talking about role model with bianca and i had no idea what they were tslking about. Then the Haw haw madness came around. I had no idea what they were talking about either unitl rina sent me this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/ScnzmL1basI/AAAAAAAAAWw/YCTw1aO135Q/s1600-h/simpsons_nelson_haha2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/ScnzmL1basI/AAAAAAAAAWw/YCTw1aO135Q/s320/simpsons_nelson_haha2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317048672425044674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remember i used to do that all the time with Brenda whenever we mock anyone/anything. LOL, good times good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to school and continued the haw haw worthy[madness, that's what i'd called it.] But when i got my exam papers back, it was so not haw haw worth. I was so upset that i eventually ate too much;not my purpose. And eventually, i need to work harder than before to cut off my cardio. But i can't cause I'm PMS-ing!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this morning i saw my friend, Joshy----Joshua----was studying, i mean staring at his biology book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why are you studying bio? [i was about to poke him, like any other day, but he seemed gloom-ier than any other day]&lt;br /&gt;Josh: I'm conforting myself for the genre of result i got.[covering---protecting--- his waist from being poke by me  =P ]&lt;br /&gt;Brian,sparkle: [singing linkin park's lyrics, &lt;b&gt;roughly&lt;/b&gt;. i just stared at him while josh went back to his own little conforting with his text book.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know exactly how much he got for bio. But i did what he did and it &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; conforting. Guess i dont need to eat up so much the next time. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-5027412263265038824?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/5027412263265038824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/03/haw-haw-worthy-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/5027412263265038824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/5027412263265038824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/03/haw-haw-worthy-d.html' title='Haw Haw Worthy  =D'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/ScnzmL1basI/AAAAAAAAAWw/YCTw1aO135Q/s72-c/simpsons_nelson_haha2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-3875312861743448968</id><published>2009-03-18T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T21:37:31.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused</title><content type='html'>Human beings are creatures with distinct emotions. Emotions such as that makes you go GaGa, makes you embrace your life warmly or feeling devasted. And &lt;strike&gt;today&lt;/strike&gt; this week has been one of those days that my heart feels pretty empty, like something important has been missing. And i have no idea what it is. I feel like crying more than ever, but the funny thing is, i can't. I could feel that something is getting heavier---which is not my weight, FYI---every single minute, like something or someone has been pushing me down or pulling me under. [jeez, i'm sinking]. I've tried everything to make myself feel better: Eating Dark Chocolate[my personal fave] but then i didn't cause i didnt have the appetite, Exercise, practising my piano, watching desperate housewives[I heart Bree, she's awesome], Trying to talk to someone else to fill the emptiness, talking to heather when other people doesn't even bother to care. But all of it didn't worked at all, and I'm feeling even worse, knowing that i'll get another weird, crazy, stupid nightmare tonight. and it's already 9.24 pm!; my curfew's at 9pm.  Let's just say that I'm feeling really annoyed, depressed and confused for no good reason. And it's a really stupid and ungrateful thing to do cause I'm healthy, I live in a happy family without any family issues[sort of] or parents who are getting divorce, I'm not rich but I'm not poor either, and I'm not skinny but I'm not obese either, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i just need a day out with my friends or something. or i need a beer?[i won't do that though, even if i really want to but i also know that it would break my mother's heart.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i keep telling myself to think of the bright side, at least i won't get another &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;weird&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; nightmare tonight. [I doubt it.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-3875312861743448968?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/3875312861743448968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/03/confused.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/3875312861743448968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/3875312861743448968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/03/confused.html' title='Confused'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-5084299278971322387</id><published>2009-03-16T07:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T12:53:39.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY Praja!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;today's 16/3 so that means it's .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RINA's BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 80pt ; LINE-HEIGHT: 100pt; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; LETTER-SPACING: -12px"&gt;Happy Birthday Rina!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sb2ZfV6fYNI/AAAAAAAAAWo/u4HsBb7NhRw/s1600-h/n783449694_426292_2313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sb2ZfV6fYNI/AAAAAAAAAWo/u4HsBb7NhRw/s320/n783449694_426292_2313.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313571899104518354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; DON'T FORGET TO GET YOUR SLEEP! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-5084299278971322387?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/5084299278971322387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-praja.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/5084299278971322387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/5084299278971322387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-praja.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY Praja!'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sb2ZfV6fYNI/AAAAAAAAAWo/u4HsBb7NhRw/s72-c/n783449694_426292_2313.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-7169908116586165626</id><published>2009-03-10T14:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T14:30:50.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy. Insane. Nuts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I've been &lt;strike&gt;pretty&lt;/strike&gt; really busy these weeks. So I'm going to update everything. when i say everything i mean EVERYTHING after my exams this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Closing Window*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Shutting down Computer*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sitting in front of my account homeworks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ears are hurting cause lil' sis is singing out LOUD while she's listening to &lt;b&gt;MY&lt;/b&gt; ipod*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*telling lil' sis to shut up.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Running away before she gets to punch me in the face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew i should have ask for a shield for christmas last year.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-7169908116586165626?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/7169908116586165626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/03/busy-insane-nuts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/7169908116586165626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/7169908116586165626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/03/busy-insane-nuts.html' title='Busy. 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Would you date someone younger or someone older?&lt;br /&gt;* Older, but not too old please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What do you usually do at 3 am?&lt;br /&gt;* Sleeping; Running from the evil dark master who'd always wanted to catch me and torture me as his prisoner/slave since I was 5, in my nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The Dumper or The Dumped?&lt;br /&gt;* I hate bein dumped, but i also hat being a dumper. wait, i'll use a token for this Question....and it's...the DUMPER. cool, at least it's better than being dumped. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Describe yourself in 10 words :&lt;br /&gt;* I'm just simply simple and that's what made me special. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Got to know something interesting recently?&lt;br /&gt;* About how could a girl act bitchy and slutty but sweet at the same time, how come i have depression, how can i cure it, would i be single forever if i dont start to learn how to flirt, am i a loser/dork/freak?, Am i thinking too much?, some guys called me fat and ugly in the public 2 days ago and I wonder if they're right, That my imaginary figure-friend-,Sam had left me for quite a while since she told me that she'd hang out with her new boyfriend for sometime, a new imaginary figure-friend-to be there for me, etc. etc.  [i seriously need to see a therapist or something.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. List down 3 things that scared the light out of you.&lt;br /&gt;* the dark master in my nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;* that i might weight over 100 kg in the future due to my family's genes [no offense]&lt;br /&gt;* that I lose everyone that i love [which also includes friends and family]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;* 15 years old and 9 months and 6 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you know anyone by the name Sheryl?&lt;br /&gt;* Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;* Any dark chocolate! I'm LOVIN' it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. How are you feeling?&lt;br /&gt;* a mixture of tired-ness and depression...and dont forget stressed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How’s life so far?&lt;br /&gt;* Stressed out. Going nuts. Going insane. Depressed. Has the urge to scream like a total maniac but cant cause not allowed to. [i think i need a hug]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Done anything bad in the past 3 months?&lt;br /&gt;* I know there are but i cant think of one right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What was the most insulting thing anyone’s ever said to you in the past month?&lt;br /&gt;* "Hey Amanda, do you know that you remind me of some UGLY FAT-ASS on tv?" I ignored the jerk, but i was too busy trying not to laugh at the same time. It's funny cause the jerk who insulted me was obviously facing obesity problems. I know i'm not slender or skinny but I'm sure that I'm not THAT fat. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Are you hairy?&lt;br /&gt;* I have long luscious black hair, does that count? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Musical/Athletic?&lt;br /&gt;* hmmm....I'm not sure. Does intensive workouts count as a sport?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. How’s the muffin?&lt;br /&gt;* I agree with Rina. Choc flavoured ones ARE nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you love anybody specifically?&lt;br /&gt;* Besides God. My family, my friends and heather, my new imaginry figure-friend-. HA! take that Sam! no offense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Have you every cheated on your lover?&lt;br /&gt;* No. in fact, i was the victim of the cheater. Boo hoo. whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you consider yourself good-looking?&lt;br /&gt;* I dont know, my dad kept telling me that I'm beautiful while everyone else are telling me the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for answering. *What? that's it? I want more pls.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Rina had tagged almost everyone i think i'll post this on facebook too.&lt;br /&gt;people i tag:&lt;br /&gt;* Brian (mr. sparkle)&lt;br /&gt;* Ang Hua [Flower]&lt;br /&gt;* Gary (GAH/lily.)&lt;br /&gt;* Cheryl (Miss heatherfield.)&lt;br /&gt;* Louis Tang&lt;br /&gt;* Nick (tiong) [and i gotta give you a nickname]&lt;br /&gt;* Ashley Tang Yi Ying&lt;br /&gt;* Lawrence Kiing&lt;br /&gt;* Amanda Cheng&lt;br /&gt;* Bianca Ling&lt;br /&gt;* Derek Lau&lt;br /&gt;* Adam Chew&lt;br /&gt;* Brandon Chew [i know we dont really know each other but I just love tagging people randomly  =p ]&lt;br /&gt;* Christine Chew [same with you Christine, =p]&lt;br /&gt;* Aaron Ting Hua Choon [i gotta give you a nickname too.]&lt;br /&gt;* Karina Khiu&lt;br /&gt;* Beatrice Lim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yup, i guess that's it.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-2319067289100748446?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/2319067289100748446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/03/tagged-by-rina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/2319067289100748446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/2319067289100748446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/03/tagged-by-rina.html' title='Tagged by Rina.'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-2557927373275352994</id><published>2009-02-19T13:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T13:40:22.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Biology Test</title><content type='html'>I was having a Biology Tropical test this morning. I think i did OK. The only question that was bugging me was Q.1 . I tried to figure out a random logical answer---I had no idea what's the answer sometimes, so i always try to think of another one that's pretty close cause i hate having it empty---that i'll write on the empty space for like 10 minutes. But I wrote nothing for that question even though it's time to pass it up so i came up with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Question 1. Define Homeostasis.&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Home + Ostasis = Homeostasis &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet my teacher will probably be seriously &lt;i&gt;pissed&lt;/i&gt; when she mark it. &amp; I pray that her blood pressure will not rise when she does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-2557927373275352994?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/2557927373275352994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/02/biology-test.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/2557927373275352994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/2557927373275352994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/02/biology-test.html' title='Biology Test'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-7021238090177184598</id><published>2009-02-16T16:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T16:46:48.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys are like candy, except they're so much more delicious.</title><content type='html'>Boys are like candy, except they're so much more delicious.&lt;br /&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;-Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc. on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;-For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;-YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.&lt;br /&gt;-Tag 10 friends&lt;br /&gt;-Everyone tagged has to do the same thing (who really cares about these rules anyway lol)&lt;br /&gt;Have Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-IF SOMEONE SAYS ‘ARE YOU OKAY’ YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;Somwhere I belong-Linkin Park (suits me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?&lt;br /&gt;Underclass Hero-Sum 41 (I'm one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;Babylove-Nicole (He's great when he's not such a jerk. &lt;3  )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful-Christina Alguilera. (not really but it's a real esteem-booster.  ;D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-WHAT IS YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;It's all coming back to me now-Meatloaf &amp; Marion Raven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-WHAT’S YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;Wait a Minute-Pussycat dolls (jumpy =] )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Like this-Kelly Rowland ft. Eve  (party!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Not as we-Alanis Morissette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;Helena-My Chemical Romance (what a coincidence!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-WHAT IS 2 + 2?&lt;br /&gt;Lost!-Coldplay  ( =P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;The way I are-Timbaland  (hell yes, baby!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;br /&gt;Crazy-Simple Plan  (so TRUE.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;br /&gt;In the end-Linkin Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;Shut up and let me go-The Tings Tings (unless he's a total bastard. If no, I'll probably think of him. DUH.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-WHAT WILL/DID YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;Rush-Dean Geyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;My Heart will go on-Celine Dion  (PERFECT! =']  )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;br /&gt;I will be-Avril Lavigne (love the song but it doesn't suit the question above though.*sigh*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?&lt;br /&gt;Check Yes Juliet-We the Kings  (that I'll never meet my Romeo and end up marry someone my mum just simply pick for me. Seriously, she'll do it if i dont go to college in the future.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;br /&gt;Keep Holding on-Avril Lavigne  (i clench my teeth hard when i do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-WHAT DO YOU WANT RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Out from Under-Joanna  (ummm,okay...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;Sk8t3r Boi-Avril Lavigne (again, another song that's SO TRUE.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;br /&gt;Boys are like candy, except they're so much more delicious. *smirk* --- POKERFACE-Lady Gaga!  ( =D ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tagging:&lt;br /&gt;-Brian&lt;br /&gt;-Gary&lt;br /&gt;-Flower&lt;br /&gt;- - -- - - - - - - - - - -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-7021238090177184598?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/7021238090177184598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/02/boys-are-like-candy-except-theyre-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/7021238090177184598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/7021238090177184598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/02/boys-are-like-candy-except-theyre-so.html' title='Boys are like candy, except they&apos;re so much more delicious.'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-3441727966456001553</id><published>2009-02-06T14:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T18:15:12.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My cure for Crush Phobia and Depression.</title><content type='html'>Recently, I got a Crush on some guy who happens to be a really good friend of mine. YES, a crush, on a guy, again. PATHETIC, i know. Why? cause', to me, happy endings just don't exist these days. I'm not trying to be emo here. I'm just telling the truth. and i have proof. My sucky experiences;even though i only had two boyfriends but then it just seem realistic enough.&lt;br /&gt;When my first boyfriend dumped me after a week, he gave me this reason: "I need to concentrate on my studies" So i was like, sure i understand. Then the next day, i saw him flirting with some girl who's gorgeous[not kidding.], i was like umm okay, no big deal, it's normal for a guy to flirt at someone else. But it's just Him+Her with a heart around there names after that flirt sensation event of his. get what i mean? ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second boyfriend asked me to have sex with him when we were only 14!I'll repeat again, when we were &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; FREAKIN'&lt;/strong&gt; 14! I thought,WHAT THE HELL! Get a life would you?! I told him no[nicely], of course. After that, he just stopped talking to me for 2 days. On the third day, He dumped me via email.[jeez, he's too ashamed to even tell me that in the face. what a &lt;strong&gt;COWARD&lt;/strong&gt;.] after 2 days, i heard he's officially some other girl's boyfirend. UGH! it was like some sick DEJA VU. &gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advice for guys: If you want to dump someone, be a man, be honest! and don't dump anyone via email or phone messages! Say it to her face but don't hurt her feelings at the same time. unless you're like a million miles away or you're on planet mars. *chuckle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Anyway, back to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried these ways to cure my Crush Phobia:&lt;br /&gt;-Listen to lots of breakup songs.[but then i got all depress and started to listen to tear drops on my guitar by taylor swift, which also made me even more in confident.]&lt;br /&gt;-Make graphics. [i tried to make some bitchy ones. but then it turned out to be one of those lovey dovey ones when i finished...OMFG!!!]&lt;br /&gt;-Write my Journal.[I started to write about my day, then i noticed there were hearts and &lt;em&gt;HIS&lt;/em&gt; name on it when i finished writing about some bitch. but when i read the journal, it was actually about &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; instead of the bitch i wanted to write about.ugh. how pathetic could i get?]&lt;br /&gt;-Blogging [useless as the rest, obviously.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all these, i got really really &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; depress. So i started my diet and exercising. Which really work. For my depressing problems at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i need to see a therapist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should forget about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-3441727966456001553?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/3441727966456001553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-cure-for-crush-phobia-and-depression.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/3441727966456001553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/3441727966456001553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-cure-for-crush-phobia-and-depression.html' title='My cure for Crush Phobia and Depression.'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-5112954402332676731</id><published>2009-02-05T13:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T13:41:11.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Venetian Princess - Womanizer</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DoP3C76ioTU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DoP3C76ioTU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*chuckle*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-5112954402332676731?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/5112954402332676731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/02/venetian-princess-womanizer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/5112954402332676731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/5112954402332676731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/02/venetian-princess-womanizer.html' title='Venetian Princess - Womanizer'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-1034047038024132717</id><published>2009-02-05T13:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T13:35:46.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chubby Cuppy Cake Boy and Tyra Sing</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zvPPUfU1SM0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zvPPUfU1SM0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Awe*  =] &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-1034047038024132717?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/1034047038024132717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/02/chubby-cuppy-cake-boy-and-tyra-sing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/1034047038024132717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/1034047038024132717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/02/chubby-cuppy-cake-boy-and-tyra-sing.html' title='Chubby Cuppy Cake Boy and Tyra Sing'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-6462728913125562620</id><published>2009-02-04T16:18:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T19:09:31.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>Those who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any questions that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Those people who were must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by. Continue this tag by sending it to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;1. Name the persons you tagged&lt;br /&gt;-Bianca&lt;br /&gt;-Rina&lt;br /&gt;-Eunice&lt;br /&gt;-Els&lt;br /&gt;-Hui Bing&lt;br /&gt;-Brian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Carrot or Broccoli&lt;br /&gt;-Broccoli, yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Girly or Tomboy,&lt;br /&gt;-Tomboy, but i need to change that personality one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Goth or punk&lt;br /&gt;-umm, goth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Soccer or Basketball.&lt;br /&gt;-Soccer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Fave Actress/Actor&lt;br /&gt;- Amanda Bynes and Taylor Lautner!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What will u say to a person who spread rumours about you without any reason?&lt;br /&gt;- I'll say "What the F*ck is your problem, Bitch?" or mostly I'll just keep quiet and play along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Ever took nude photos?&lt;br /&gt;- No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. High Heel or Platform&lt;br /&gt;- Levi's Sneakers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Long distance love ?&lt;br /&gt;- Yuck. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Internet love?&lt;br /&gt;- Even more disgusting. what are you? a freakin stalker or something?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Online dating?&lt;br /&gt;-YUCK MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Tell us of your dream last night?&lt;br /&gt;-that i finally have that type of Miranda Kerr body and making out with some guy i got a crush on while we were dancing at a homecoming dance that will never ever be held at school. [Love the Miranda Kerr part, but what's with the make out thing?!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Ever hated someone so bad?&lt;br /&gt;-Yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who then?&lt;br /&gt;-A total bastard who happens to be my ex-boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. The last person you had a beer with?&lt;br /&gt;-My Awesome Aunty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. The last person you went to the movies with?&lt;br /&gt;-Brenda &amp; Crystal. We watched TWILIGHT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. The last person you talked on the cell phone with?&lt;br /&gt;-Bianca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. The last person you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;-Jocelyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. The last person you slapped?&lt;br /&gt;-Myself, after the stupid making out dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. In the last week have you kissed someone?&lt;br /&gt;-no. [enough with the kissing part already!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you rather do exercise or babysit?&lt;br /&gt;-Exercise. Hell yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. If you could do anything or wish anything, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;-To have a total perfect body.&lt;br /&gt;-There wouldn't be any pimple on my face and my body for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;-Have a awesome voice like Demi Lovato or Beyonce or Hayley from Paramore.&lt;br /&gt;-To able to write a book and be as successful as Stephenie Meyer.&lt;br /&gt;-To have the skill of a social butterfly.[it's not like i care...pfft]&lt;br /&gt;-to become more optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;-etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. If you could have an all expense paid trip, where will you go?&lt;br /&gt;-Europe&lt;br /&gt;-Egypt&lt;br /&gt;-America&lt;br /&gt;-Canada&lt;br /&gt;-England&lt;br /&gt;-Mars *smirk*&lt;br /&gt;-etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Are you old fashioned? &lt;br /&gt;-depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Are you a Freak or a Geek/nerd?&lt;br /&gt;-Both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Are you a slut, bitch/bastard or whore?&lt;br /&gt;-non. But I'm definitely a camwhore.  =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Five things that scare me:&lt;br /&gt;-Vanessa Anne Hudgens got a chance to be on the twilight sequel movie.&lt;br /&gt;-Fat&lt;br /&gt;-horribly bad results&lt;br /&gt;-that i actually got a crush on one of my best friends.[not for long! My cure is working, i guess]&lt;br /&gt;-that making out dream even though it felt great....OMFG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. 4 Songs Playing in My Head Lately:&lt;br /&gt;-Tear drops on my guitar by Taylor Swift.&lt;br /&gt;-The Man who can't be moved by The script.&lt;br /&gt;-I caught myself by Paramore.&lt;br /&gt;-Decode by Paramore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Ghost, Zombie, Witch, Wizard, Mermaid, Vampire, or Werewolf?&lt;br /&gt;-half vampire half human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-6462728913125562620?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/6462728913125562620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/02/taggefd.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/6462728913125562620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/6462728913125562620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/02/taggefd.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-8697791082091985017</id><published>2009-02-04T14:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T15:02:27.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diet Diary 1</title><content type='html'>Due to having the freakin public exam last year (PMR), I've gained 20 pounds (9 kg). And today, some guys from my class asked me if it's true that I actually weight 80kg [real weight=62kg]. I felt extremely offended...and embarrassed.I'm so sick of people calling me fat when I'm actually &lt;strong&gt;born&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;fat&lt;/em&gt;. seriously.I even joined and tried the tips from diet.com for the last 3 months but all their tips are pretty useless. So I'm going to do it the old fashion way just like the one i used when i was 13: eat less[that means I'm allowed to eat only 1200 calories per day] and exercise 105 minutes,six days per week.I'd actually started yesterday but i think i'll count today as day 1. [ &lt;stroke&gt;whatever, it doesn't matter much anyway.&lt;/stroke&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do want to lose 37 pouns(17 kg). And i really do want to have abs so that i'll have the courage to wear a bikini. *smirk*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-8697791082091985017?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/8697791082091985017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/02/diet-diary-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/8697791082091985017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/8697791082091985017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/02/diet-diary-1.html' title='Diet Diary 1'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-1543126126839482380</id><published>2009-02-02T14:56:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T15:20:51.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crush Phobia.</title><content type='html'>Crush Phobia is a type of disease which everyone---usually girls---would get at least once in a lifetime. Yes, Crush Phobia is actually Crush. But i want to make my blog seem more dramatic so i came up with the name "Crush Phobia".LMAO. And recently I found out that i'm having this disease...again after i noticed I've been drawing names and hearts around my homework and notebooks.*gasp* (NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I scrapped off the name cause it's too &lt;em&gt;inappropriate&lt;/em&gt; for disclosure.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deleted the photo cause' some guy told me that it looks obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also after i found out that i kept making icons such as...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYavWEKRHdI/AAAAAAAAAWg/KDJsXJCAUGs/s1600-h/mydaydream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYavWEKRHdI/AAAAAAAAAWg/KDJsXJCAUGs/s320/mydaydream.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298114805256756690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYavV53xFcI/AAAAAAAAAWY/XfQH3-xvRtU/s1600-h/crap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYavV53xFcI/AAAAAAAAAWY/XfQH3-xvRtU/s320/crap.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298114802494805442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, Crush Phobia is a total horrible disease due to my experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clues to getting Crush Phobia:&lt;br /&gt;- You feel totally comfortable with him/her&lt;br /&gt;- You think of him/her at least once a day.&lt;br /&gt;- You get jealous and upset when you heard that he's/she's into someone else or when you saw him/her flirting with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;- His/her hands are incredibly warm to you, in a really good way that make your heart jump extra fast whenever you touch it even though it's just for a second.&lt;br /&gt;- You could recognize him/she anywhere anytime even though it's just a blur.&lt;br /&gt;- You start having dreams about her/him.&lt;br /&gt;- etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few usual facts after you get the disease:&lt;br /&gt;- You didn't tell him/ she and you regret and feel all alone in the end.&lt;br /&gt;- You tell him/her about your feelings toward him/her, but he/she dumped you and then you end up feeling upset and embarrassed and you two might don't even have the chance to be friends anymore. &lt;strong&gt;MIGHT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You tell him/her about your feelings toward him/her, then he/she tells you that he/she too has feelings towards you in the same way and you guys end up becoming one of the happiest couples until it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cure: (i don't think there's any cure. But please don't try go punch yourself in the face just like the way i did.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-1543126126839482380?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/1543126126839482380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/02/crush-phobia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/1543126126839482380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/1543126126839482380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/02/crush-phobia.html' title='Crush Phobia.'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYavWEKRHdI/AAAAAAAAAWg/KDJsXJCAUGs/s72-c/mydaydream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-1521485442350205994</id><published>2009-02-01T17:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T18:34:07.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review on the songs selected by Bianca Babehh for me.</title><content type='html'>So Bianca selected two songs and mentioned that i like songs with meaningful lyrics more than songs with nice tunes on her blog. Click here if you want to read it. :&lt;a href="http://cozisaidsobabehh.blogspot.com/2009/01/song-selection-for-amanda-babehh.html"&gt;http://cozisaidsobabehh.blogspot.com/2009/01/song-selection-for-amanda-babehh.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the songs she selected for me are "Can't Repeat" by Offspring and "no scrubs" by TLC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;REVIEW on "Can't Repeat" by Offspring:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="&lt;a href="&gt;http://widgets.metrolyrics.com/o/492da13d111f5ab4/49857389f33feeec/49852b6be536dab9/34358511/-cpid/304f4accb9e79976&lt;/a&gt;" id="W492da13d111f5ab449857389f33feeec" width="300" height="270"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="&lt;a href="&gt;http://widgets.metrolyrics.com/o/492da13d111f5ab4/49857389f33feeec/49852b6be536dab9/34358511/-cpid/304f4accb9e79976&lt;/a&gt;" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watch:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xy_YpPvlHiw&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=F220C80A2D24C942&amp;amp;playnext=1&amp;amp;index=11"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xy_YpPvlHiw&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=F220C80A2D24C942&amp;amp;playnext=1&amp;amp;index=11&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hmm, the lyric of the song is pretty good. But i really really really don't enjoy the voice of the frontman of the band. He sounds like if he's shouting instead of singing. Yeah Linkin Park shout and scream sometimes too, but at least they sound good when they do. anyways, at least they---the offspring---tried their best. all they need to do is practice more at singing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I'll give them a 6/10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;REVIEW on "No Scrubs" by TCL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="&lt;a href="&gt;http://widgets.metrolyrics.com/o/492da13d111f5ab4/498575ad07b8bb71/4985318f6f218495/18673225/-cpid/304f4accb9e79976&lt;/a&gt;" id="W492da13d111f5ab4498575ad07b8bb71" width="300" height="270"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="&lt;a href="&gt;http://widgets.metrolyrics.com/o/492da13d111f5ab4/498575ad07b8bb71/4985318f6f218495/18673225/-cpid/304f4accb9e79976&lt;/a&gt;" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watch:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Av7m_Pgt1S8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Av7m_Pgt1S8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I remember i heard this song on the radio when i was a little kid. I loved it and i still do. The lyrics, the music and the voice of the vocalists match perfectly. But the Video? i mean WHAT.THE.HELL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh well, whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i give it a 8/10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/735439649143418965-1521485442350205994?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/1521485442350205994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/02/review-on-songs-selected-by-bianca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/1521485442350205994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/1521485442350205994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/02/review-on-songs-selected-by-bianca.html' title='Review on the songs selected by Bianca Babehh for me.'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-5706505685611884462</id><published>2009-01-31T18:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T18:53:17.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Brian!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, the title tells you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SWEET 16&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; birthday dude!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYQtTffTJrI/AAAAAAAAAV4/XFHD0Bele00/s1600-h/DSCF2951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297408874588087986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYQtTffTJrI/AAAAAAAAAV4/XFHD0Bele00/s320/DSCF2951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/735439649143418965-5706505685611884462?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/5706505685611884462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-brian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/5706505685611884462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/5706505685611884462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-brian.html' title='Happy Birthday Brian!'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYQtTffTJrI/AAAAAAAAAV4/XFHD0Bele00/s72-c/DSCF2951.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-8295777355730754232</id><published>2009-01-30T18:05:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T00:00:03.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Night Out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, it's not actually a Girls Night Out. We were just hanging out at my place for like 5 1/2 hours. And Brian was with us too. I invited some other guys, example: NICK. But he freakin' ditched us. Brian was pissed cause he was the only guy who came today. But since he's a bit homo, i think he had fun too. no offense Brian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And from the photos below, you could see that Bianca enjoyed the camera light, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Camwhoring Time!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLb3svOTbI/AAAAAAAAAVg/NAZbOuJCkBE/s1600-h/DSCF2926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297037861689642418" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLb3svOTbI/AAAAAAAAAVg/NAZbOuJCkBE/s320/DSCF2926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We played Pool as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLb3dxDjUI/AAAAAAAAAVY/tDqtFkvazu0/s1600-h/DSCF2927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297037857670794562" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLb3dxDjUI/AAAAAAAAAVY/tDqtFkvazu0/s320/DSCF2927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLb3X40WaI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/b_frv_pKZzg/s1600-h/DSCF2928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297037856092740002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLb3X40WaI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/b_frv_pKZzg/s320/DSCF2928.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLb3AlwjsI/AAAAAAAAAVI/_M9nK2VJTCY/s1600-h/DSCF2929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297037849838784194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLb3AlwjsI/AAAAAAAAAVI/_M9nK2VJTCY/s320/DSCF2929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLb277EH8I/AAAAAAAAAVA/v5bheXYIEXA/s1600-h/DSCF2930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297037848585969602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLb277EH8I/AAAAAAAAAVA/v5bheXYIEXA/s320/DSCF2930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLaoXOHwSI/AAAAAAAAAU4/SNzPw6z74Ps/s1600-h/DSCF2931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297036498703991074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLaoXOHwSI/AAAAAAAAAU4/SNzPw6z74Ps/s320/DSCF2931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what i mean when i say Bianca loves getting attention and the camera light?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLaoKSirLI/AAAAAAAAAUw/7mJjDFhGcIY/s1600-h/DSCF2932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297036495232871602" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLaoKSirLI/AAAAAAAAAUw/7mJjDFhGcIY/s320/DSCF2932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Reatarded Freak with The flirty Bitch (that's a compliment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLaoCmBD6I/AAAAAAAAAUo/KHBKzUfIUcs/s1600-h/DSCF2933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297036493167071138" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLaoCmBD6I/AAAAAAAAAUo/KHBKzUfIUcs/s320/DSCF2933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Amanda Littlefield (that's how cheryl called me) and Miss Cheryl...umm...HEATHERFIELD! (cheryl if you're reading this, it's obvious that I've giving you a name.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLaoK-pVdI/AAAAAAAAAUg/7VAgi9kICBI/s1600-h/DSCF2936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297036495417857490" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLaoK-pVdI/AAAAAAAAAUg/7VAgi9kICBI/s320/DSCF2936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reatarded looking much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLan8J3JEI/AAAAAAAAAUY/QJWzWUKsD94/s1600-h/DSCF2937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297036491438367810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLan8J3JEI/AAAAAAAAAUY/QJWzWUKsD94/s320/DSCF2937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandra aka Sandy (little sis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLZgr9e_kI/AAAAAAAAAUI/P6255Qg0JT8/s1600-h/DSCF2938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297035267320774210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLZgr9e_kI/AAAAAAAAAUI/P6255Qg0JT8/s320/DSCF2938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you notice Cheryl at the back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLZgiV7X5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/cSQV8xXhfQw/s1600-h/DSCF2939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297035264738942866" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLZgiV7X5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/cSQV8xXhfQw/s320/DSCF2939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. Stop moving Bianca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLZgRyFZQI/AAAAAAAAAT4/w-rAF-bJdlw/s1600-h/DSCF2940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297035260293637378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLZgRyFZQI/AAAAAAAAAT4/w-rAF-bJdlw/s320/DSCF2940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez...I look so fat standing beside her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLZgXPCkNI/AAAAAAAAATw/WV843jdLDgw/s1600-h/DSCF2941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297035261757264082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLZgXPCkNI/AAAAAAAAATw/WV843jdLDgw/s320/DSCF2941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaahh...Much better. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLYRzAL-5I/AAAAAAAAATo/5br1_Bc2ZaM/s1600-h/DSCF2942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297033912001493906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLYRzAL-5I/AAAAAAAAATo/5br1_Bc2ZaM/s320/DSCF2942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering what we're doing. We were trying to make Brian to play Dress up with us. And he'll be the one who'll be wearing a dress. But apparently,we failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLYR30BX6I/AAAAAAAAATg/dTfa0ed2ezw/s1600-h/DSCF2943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297033913292644258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLYR30BX6I/AAAAAAAAATg/dTfa0ed2ezw/s320/DSCF2943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time, Gary will be the target.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLYRqJCX7I/AAAAAAAAATY/tZ3q6Sj2_7E/s1600-h/DSCF2945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297033909622693810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLYRqJCX7I/AAAAAAAAATY/tZ3q6Sj2_7E/s320/DSCF2945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we hang out at my room. Notice: My room was used as a guestroom at this time, so the mess was not made by moi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLYRtBx9VI/AAAAAAAAATQ/fvpkxLuhcE4/s1600-h/DSCF2948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297033910397564242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLYRtBx9VI/AAAAAAAAATQ/fvpkxLuhcE4/s320/DSCF2948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ugh. stop moving people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLYRuzdcgI/AAAAAAAAATI/1Yta65zBxKA/s1600-h/DSCF2949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297033910874370562" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLYRuzdcgI/AAAAAAAAATI/1Yta65zBxKA/s320/DSCF2949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should just start a book club the next time instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLWw5ANbDI/AAAAAAAAATA/EBGGiwH_RZg/s1600-h/DSCF2946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297032247164890162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLWw5ANbDI/AAAAAAAAATA/EBGGiwH_RZg/s320/DSCF2946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*GASP* The Homo was looking through my stuff without my permission. How dare he?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLWwzzmh0I/AAAAAAAAAS4/YnWwkh8y3uw/s1600-h/DSCF2947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297032245769832258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLWwzzmh0I/AAAAAAAAAS4/YnWwkh8y3uw/s320/DSCF2947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Homo continued to sneak around my plushies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLWwnQuZiI/AAAAAAAAASw/82wxlJn5JNg/s1600-h/DSCF2950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297032242402321954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLWwnQuZiI/AAAAAAAAASw/82wxlJn5JNg/s320/DSCF2950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh No! the Homo spotted me and started to run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLWwT5dGYI/AAAAAAAAASo/WUwA-JKyRK8/s1600-h/DSCF2951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297032237204445570" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLWwT5dGYI/AAAAAAAAASo/WUwA-JKyRK8/s320/DSCF2951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Homo felt totally ashame and embarrassed for what he had done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLWwaZPX6I/AAAAAAAAASg/vGlTz_l3Okc/s1600-h/DSCF2953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297032238948376482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLWwaZPX6I/AAAAAAAAASg/vGlTz_l3Okc/s320/DSCF2953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea wth Bianca was doing. Nice curves btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;More Miss Cheryl Heatherfield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLV0r6gcCI/AAAAAAAAASY/hB_GifBqI8Q/s1600-h/DSCF2954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297031212859158562" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLV0r6gcCI/AAAAAAAAASY/hB_GifBqI8Q/s320/DSCF2954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLV0XkeYJI/AAAAAAAAASQ/7LAAvgrCe-M/s1600-h/DSCF2956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297031207398039698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLV0XkeYJI/AAAAAAAAASQ/7LAAvgrCe-M/s320/DSCF2956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLV0eRoxLI/AAAAAAAAASI/j8I4dkMD-KY/s1600-h/DSCF2957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297031209198077106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLV0eRoxLI/AAAAAAAAASI/j8I4dkMD-KY/s320/DSCF2957.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Camwhoring, again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLV0ElllHI/AAAAAAAAASA/2b30iYtWAnE/s1600-h/DSCF2961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297031202302432370" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLV0ElllHI/AAAAAAAAASA/2b30iYtWAnE/s320/DSCF2961.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLV0CLH4hI/AAAAAAAAAR4/e8_q3JMY_1g/s1600-h/DSCF2962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297031201654563346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLV0CLH4hI/AAAAAAAAAR4/e8_q3JMY_1g/s320/DSCF2962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLUDQaxksI/AAAAAAAAARw/uhdvQoWJGRA/s1600-h/DSCF2963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297029264153088706" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLUDQaxksI/AAAAAAAAARw/uhdvQoWJGRA/s320/DSCF2963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLUDL_ICrI/AAAAAAAAARo/7Li1nRj0qFg/s1600-h/DSCF2964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297029262963378866" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLUDL_ICrI/AAAAAAAAARo/7Li1nRj0qFg/s320/DSCF2964.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLUC6tWr5I/AAAAAAAAARg/riT8QoNYT4s/s1600-h/DSCF2966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297029258325438354" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLUC6tWr5I/AAAAAAAAARg/riT8QoNYT4s/s320/DSCF2966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLUCuPNXTI/AAAAAAAAARY/7wSFHIAn-IE/s1600-h/DSCF2967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297029254977772850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLUCuPNXTI/AAAAAAAAARY/7wSFHIAn-IE/s320/DSCF2967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's obvious that Bianca loves to steal the spotlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLUCW2x6MI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OhAFnSCtvtA/s1600-h/DSCF2968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297029248701294786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLUCW2x6MI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OhAFnSCtvtA/s320/DSCF2968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But Cheryl stand out more in this photo than her! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLSo2ShKOI/AAAAAAAAARI/rZAL5h_rvLY/s1600-h/DSCF2969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297027710950910178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLSo2ShKOI/AAAAAAAAARI/rZAL5h_rvLY/s320/DSCF2969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoomed in. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blurry photos. Thanks a lot for moving, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLSo96HixI/AAAAAAAAARA/HK7I2vtI0u0/s1600-h/DSCF2970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297027712996051730" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLSo96HixI/AAAAAAAAARA/HK7I2vtI0u0/s320/DSCF2970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLSo2UxwGI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/7E7O_nzEwSY/s1600-h/DSCF2971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297027710960386146" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLSo2UxwGI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/7E7O_nzEwSY/s320/DSCF2971.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLSou0lnBI/AAAAAAAAAQw/2MeuTdf0H-w/s1600-h/DSCF2972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297027708946324498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLSou0lnBI/AAAAAAAAAQw/2MeuTdf0H-w/s320/DSCF2972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLSoaUqt5I/AAAAAAAAAQo/ndINHFo3oFw/s1600-h/DSCF2973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297027703443732370" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLSoaUqt5I/AAAAAAAAAQo/ndINHFo3oFw/s320/DSCF2973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were actually going upstairs to use the internet. When i signed in on msn, we saw that nick was online. So we chatted with him. He told us that he was hanging out at other people's place. Then Brian got &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;REALLY&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;pissed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cause nick actually ditched him(us). He also started to mock and swear at him on msn by using &lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt; account. Later, Bianca and I joined him.Bianca was mocked as a pink panther, and i was mocked as a fat ass. I want to show you the conversation, but since I think it's so immature and disgusting, i dont think i would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nick was such a total freakin perv that i even made an icon specially for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYMhFj3lEnI/AAAAAAAAAVo/0QEKpHNddsw/s1600-h/nick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297113966129255026" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYMhFj3lEnI/AAAAAAAAAVo/0QEKpHNddsw/s320/nick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;REMINDER: IF YOU'RE GOING TO COPY/SAVE THESE GRAPHICS/AVATARS, PLEASE DON'T FORGET TO GIVE THE CREDITS TO THE REAL ARTIST, WHICH IS ME. AND IF YOU DON'T AND GIVE THE CREDITS TO YOURSELF, I HAVE ONE ADVICE FOR YOU. YOU'RE BORN AN ORIGINAL; DON'T DIE A COPY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYMiJXDiVgI/AAAAAAAAAVw/dHJnHN8jxOQ/s1600-h/don%27tdieacopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297115130920850946" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYMiJXDiVgI/AAAAAAAAAVw/dHJnHN8jxOQ/s320/don%27tdieacopy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-8295777355730754232?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/8295777355730754232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/01/girls-night-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/8295777355730754232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/8295777355730754232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/01/girls-night-out.html' title='Girls Night Out.'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYLb3svOTbI/AAAAAAAAAVg/NAZbOuJCkBE/s72-c/DSCF2926.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-2579661446582685468</id><published>2009-01-30T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T17:56:12.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Great Things About Being Single on Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>1. It's a great excuse to get sloshed with your closest girlfriends. Not that we need an excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You don't have to smile through gritted teeth when you get ridiculously lame lingerie as a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. There's no better night to pick up guaranteed-single men at the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You can see if you really can make it through the whole winter without shaving your legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You don't have to listen to anyone's "Valentine's Day is just a made-up commercial holiday, blah blah blah" speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. It's the perfect day to blow your New Year's resolution to eat healthy by buying yourself a box of chocolates — Godiva, not supermarket-brand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. There's no better time to practice some self-love with a deep-tissue masssage at a fantastic spa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You're not spending it with that idiot you spent last Valentine's Day with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. It's perfectly acceptable to spend the day working late, eat Chinese take-out for dinner in your extra-large fleece pajamas, and not put out before you go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You can spend it with the hottest, funniest, and smartest person you know — you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-2579661446582685468?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/2579661446582685468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/01/10-great-things-about-being-single-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/2579661446582685468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/2579661446582685468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/01/10-great-things-about-being-single-on.html' title='10 Great Things About Being Single on Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-3591251788836558173</id><published>2009-01-29T15:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T15:05:29.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more icons...by Moi! XD</title><content type='html'>It's the fourth day of CNY. And I've finished most of my homework except for P. Moral,Chemistry and Malay rumusan.I'm suppose to be finishing it by now. but then i got bored so i started to make more icons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYFZLzj8ZII/AAAAAAAAAQY/dME3UVBZICw/s1600-h/mydaydream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296612696118813826" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYFZLzj8ZII/AAAAAAAAAQY/dME3UVBZICw/s320/mydaydream.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYFZL-PdnDI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/W-nHAnMUXQs/s1600-h/i+hate+this+part.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296612698985700402" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYFZL-PdnDI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/W-nHAnMUXQs/s320/i+hate+this+part.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then I was msn-ing with Mark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i got bored so i made him one too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYFZLyIinuI/AAAAAAAAAQI/CmjBzKxZf-A/s1600-h/mark+lucifer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296612695735443170" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYFZLyIinuI/AAAAAAAAAQI/CmjBzKxZf-A/s320/mark+lucifer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this icon. The colour i mean. I should have use it for myself. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways, my two babe, Bianca and Cheryl are coming over to my place tomorrow and i really need to finish my homewrok today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, Ciao. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;REMINDER: IF YOU'RE GOING TO COPY/SAVE THESE GRAPHICS/AVATARS, PLEASE DON'T FORGET TO GIVE THE CREDITS TO THE REAL ARTIST, WHICH IS ME. AND IF YOU DON'T AND GIVE THE CREDITS TO YOURSELF, I HAVE ONE ADVICE FOR YOU. YOU'RE BORN AN ORIGINAL; DON'T DIE A COPY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYFfdjI8GgI/AAAAAAAAAQg/eN8cnX79e-w/s1600-h/don%27tdieacopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296619598017993218" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYFfdjI8GgI/AAAAAAAAAQg/eN8cnX79e-w/s320/don%27tdieacopy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-3591251788836558173?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/3591251788836558173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/01/more-iconsby-mua-xd.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/3591251788836558173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/3591251788836558173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/01/more-iconsby-mua-xd.html' title='more icons...by Moi! XD'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYFZLzj8ZII/AAAAAAAAAQY/dME3UVBZICw/s72-c/mydaydream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-1542126247067334437</id><published>2009-01-28T20:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T21:00:34.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Friday. (23/1/2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll just let the photos and the captions tell you everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYBUcmxw9eI/AAAAAAAAAQA/t6Uk1ln3E2M/s1600-h/DSC01170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296326012210050530" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYBUcmxw9eI/AAAAAAAAAQA/t6Uk1ln3E2M/s320/DSC01170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's Karina. She's acutally really pretty. thanks a lot to my sucky camera, she looked...well she still looks pretty in a blurry photo. anyways, she's going to overseas to continue her education. We'll miss you babe. And dont you DARE to forget about us! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYBUcNMvP_I/AAAAAAAAAP4/ZCBs-ZHT9IE/s1600-h/DSC01171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296326005343862770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYBUcNMvP_I/AAAAAAAAAP4/ZCBs-ZHT9IE/s320/DSC01171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;here's Melanie(right), and tun Ching(back), and a girl i forgot who she was (left).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYBUcO4eYfI/AAAAAAAAAPw/p9dQp8H8Zzw/s1600-h/DSC01173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296326005795742194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYBUcO4eYfI/AAAAAAAAAPw/p9dQp8H8Zzw/s320/DSC01173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my little god son,Brian. He's camera shy. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanted to take a photo of Joshua (not my cousin) but he moved fast that there was nothing but blurri-ness when i was trying to capture a photo of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/735439649143418965-1542126247067334437?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/1542126247067334437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-friday-2312009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/1542126247067334437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/1542126247067334437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-friday-2312009.html' title='Random Friday. (23/1/2009)'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYBUcmxw9eI/AAAAAAAAAQA/t6Uk1ln3E2M/s72-c/DSC01170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-5384059186696531772</id><published>2009-01-28T20:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T20:59:25.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Married at 16.</title><content type='html'>Before Chinese New Year, one of my cousins invited all of us to a fancy restaurant to have dinner. and there was a wedding dinner so we're left to sit in the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we arrived at the restaurant at the same time with the married couples. I was hyper cause i just drank like a can of sprite (my mum doesn't allow us to drink soft drink, so it's like once in a life time). So where am i, oh yeah. I was hyper and excited that there was actually a wedding dinner(we're not their guests.) that i hopped towards the couples and said Congratulation.The groom just stare, the bride said thanks. And i was staring at them for a few seconds until i realised that i had to tilt my head down so that i could see their faces.(they're like shorter than me, no offense.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're looked so freakin' young like if they're just sixteen. Married at 16.---they're not actually 16--- Wow. I looked so much older when i was standing beside them, as if I'm actually 22 years old. The bride was beautiful btw, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYBQ-SeEwmI/AAAAAAAAAPY/K36vKqh44fo/s1600-h/DSC01203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296322192827794018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYBQ-SeEwmI/AAAAAAAAAPY/K36vKqh44fo/s320/DSC01203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I could have took a better photo of them but Joshua was so embarrassed by my retarded action that he shaked me on the shoulder to ruin everything! Thanks.a.lot.Josh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYBRyYqAHCI/AAAAAAAAAPg/oHPyfg3NOdw/s1600-h/DSC01207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296323087841631266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYBRyYqAHCI/AAAAAAAAAPg/oHPyfg3NOdw/s320/DSC01207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the evil master who ruined my chance on capturing a better photo of the newly wed couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYBRyjzaIUI/AAAAAAAAAPo/tjk4nexdDYI/s1600-h/DSC01208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296323090833875266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYBRyjzaIUI/AAAAAAAAAPo/tjk4nexdDYI/s320/DSC01208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how guilty he looked? Well, josh you SHOULD be ashame of yourself...jk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then there was this conversation:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Brenda: They looked so young..and short!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Aunt Mena: Amanda, that means you should get enganged and get marry soon too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: OMG! what a great theme for my SWEET 16 party! Married at 16!&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; (i said it out loud enough for my parents to hear.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Brenda: Are you sure about that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: shhh.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Emille: You could make a list who you'd wish to marry, Amanda. *chuckled* &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(I thought about Jacob Black immediately)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Brenda: But what if you regret it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: I'll get a divorce then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Brenda: But you're not even sixteen yet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: good point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;---silent----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: Yesterday, i was a girl. Today, I'm a woman!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Joshua: Yeah, and tomorrow you'll be a GRANDMA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;----everyone laughed except me. I was actually glaring at josh.----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/735439649143418965-5384059186696531772?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/5384059186696531772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/01/married-at-16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/5384059186696531772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/5384059186696531772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/01/married-at-16.html' title='Married at 16.'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SYBQ-SeEwmI/AAAAAAAAAPY/K36vKqh44fo/s72-c/DSC01203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-3912875602244740442</id><published>2009-01-28T13:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T13:31:38.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks/your welcome to Praja and Dhanube.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So you saw the title.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANKS AND YOUR WELCOME BABE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm glad, i mean I'm freakin' happy that you liked it. *smirk*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                       And thanks for the credits.                                       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;........................................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, since i got nothing else to say, I think i better tell you poeple out there why I'm so obsessed with getting credits for what i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I used to be an obsessed fan of the Winx club when i was 12. Yeah, freakin' childish i know, but i didn't care. I was so obsessed that i even made a my own fansite for it. So i wasted most of time on my fansite at that time too, by making layouts and graphics. My hardwork paid up cause' i was like on the top 100 of the winx club fan site, world wide. That also mean that my name and my fansite got pretty famous, in the winx club internet world i mean. Then, after some time, someone copied my name and all my graphics and used all of them on his/her own winx club fansite and claimed that he/she was the real creator and i stole them! I wasn't really mad or cared about it because i had my own little fans that they backed me up by sending nasty comments to the Copy-cat, until my own website that i worked for almost 2 freakin' years got hacked. And the website was such a mess when i figured out the password. I was so sick of it that i finally closed down and deleted the website. Yeah, and that's the story why i got so obsessed with getting the credits and hate those nasty copies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-3912875602244740442?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/3912875602244740442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/01/thanksyour-welcome-to-praja-and-dhanube.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/3912875602244740442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/3912875602244740442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/01/thanksyour-welcome-to-praja-and-dhanube.html' title='Thanks/your welcome to Praja and Dhanube.'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-6165904334863794465</id><published>2009-01-27T21:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T13:08:02.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating with Feelings.</title><content type='html'>Today's blog is going to be about people who eats with feelings. Yeah, the title tells you all.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wonder if you've ever known why fat people (including me) likes to eat alot. It's because they're happy when they do. Yeah, We hate it when we look into the mirror; but then we thought life's not that bad, as long as you're happy right? but if you're not, go exercise! Don't whine like a baby and just sit on the couch in front of the tv eating chips non-stop. It's just an advice btw, no offense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some photos dedicating to the title above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SX8SgV2vCYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/pltpb9AW60g/s1600-h/DSC00984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295972033642826114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SX8SgV2vCYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/pltpb9AW60g/s320/DSC00984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda with the gigantic lollipop,which costed RM 40 something. She actually begged my mum to buy it for her as her birthday+christmas present, but she failed and end up drooling and looking at the lollipop non-stop until I have to drag her when we need to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SX8R779-efI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Kxc-QmL3siY/s1600-h/DSC00983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295971408218585586" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SX8R779-efI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Kxc-QmL3siY/s320/DSC00983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is Brenda again, enjoying the mushroom soup at pizza hut. See how serene she looked?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SX8R7pRWjrI/AAAAAAAAAOw/KNbVvxHO0ZY/s1600-h/DSC01027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295971403199581874" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SX8R7pRWjrI/AAAAAAAAAOw/KNbVvxHO0ZY/s320/DSC01027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda eating the leftover ice-cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SX8R7UOJMPI/AAAAAAAAAOo/UEMxWtEsYm0/s1600-h/DSC00927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295971397548978418" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SX8R7UOJMPI/AAAAAAAAAOo/UEMxWtEsYm0/s320/DSC00927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happy eater here is Clement. This is his first time of eating a certain noodle that could only found in Sibu, that i forgot what's the name of the dish; after 3 years, i guess.He looks happy there for sure, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SX8R7K-xGjI/AAAAAAAAAOg/CxgbI5AgzhY/s1600-h/DSC01188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295971395068566066" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SX8R7K-xGjI/AAAAAAAAAOg/CxgbI5AgzhY/s320/DSC01188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See what i mean?lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here's Melissa eating Thomas's birthday cake. The "holy light" made the cake looked like as if it's a gift from heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SX8R7C8j7TI/AAAAAAAAAOY/pyWf2sCNjlU/s1600-h/n656657366_1176623_8494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295971392911830322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SX8R7C8j7TI/AAAAAAAAAOY/pyWf2sCNjlU/s320/n656657366_1176623_8494.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hana and Sylvia eating their lunch at the last minute at GB. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SX8SgWjuwMI/AAAAAAAAAPI/QsFPdgQ8-Zg/s1600-h/DSC01133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295972033831551170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SX8SgWjuwMI/AAAAAAAAAPI/QsFPdgQ8-Zg/s320/DSC01133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/735439649143418965-6165904334863794465?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/6165904334863794465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/01/eating-with-feelings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/6165904334863794465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/6165904334863794465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/01/eating-with-feelings.html' title='Eating with Feelings.'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SX8SgV2vCYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/pltpb9AW60g/s72-c/DSC00984.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-4016622084295091994</id><published>2009-01-26T15:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T16:26:33.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presents for Dhanube &amp; Praja.</title><content type='html'>I made a few graphics/avatars cause'...i just feel like it. and i also made some for my two BEST HOMIES. hope you'll like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOTE: THE GRAPHICS/AVATARS WITH NAMES ON ARE SPECIALLY MADE FOR SOME CERTAIN PEOPLE. IF YOU WANT TO USE IT, PLEASE ASK THEM FOR THE PERMISSION FIRST. AND IF YOU DO USE THEM, PLEASE DON'T FORGET TO GIVE CREDITS TO THE REAL ARTIST OF THE MASTERPIECE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I made this one specially for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SX1tef3MOwI/AAAAAAAAAOI/aAE8YrXYkII/s1600-h/amandaquote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295509107574061826" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SX1tef3MOwI/AAAAAAAAAOI/aAE8YrXYkII/s320/amandaquote.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and here's the one for Bianca. I hope you'll like it babe. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SX1tefPpXYI/AAAAAAAAAOA/QzYAxOhmUYM/s1600-h/biancaquote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295509107408199042" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SX1tefPpXYI/AAAAAAAAAOA/QzYAxOhmUYM/s320/biancaquote.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's one specially made for Rina. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SX1teRXIdOI/AAAAAAAAAN4/b1OeeDNiPL0/s1600-h/rinaquote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295509103681500386" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SX1teRXIdOI/AAAAAAAAAN4/b1OeeDNiPL0/s320/rinaquote.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's one that i randomly thought of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SX1teO7A_eI/AAAAAAAAANw/bDvH5A0SkTI/s1600-h/fragileyetbeautiful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295509103026699746" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SX1teO7A_eI/AAAAAAAAANw/bDvH5A0SkTI/s320/fragileyetbeautiful.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;REMINDER: IF YOU'RE GOING TO COPY/SAVE THESE GRAPHICS/AVATARS, PLEASE DON'T FORGET TO GIVE THE CREDITS TO THE REAL ARTIST, WHICH IS ME. AND IF YOU DON'T AND GIVE THE CREDITS TO YOURSELF, I HAVE ONE ADVICE FOR YOU. YOU'RE BORN AN ORIGINAL; DON'T DIE A COPY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SX1zKLzfLiI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EvUQP2U5i7c/s1600-h/don%27tdieacopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295515355662200354" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SX1zKLzfLiI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EvUQP2U5i7c/s320/don%27tdieacopy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/735439649143418965-4016622084295091994?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/4016622084295091994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/01/presents-for-dhanube-praja.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/4016622084295091994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/4016622084295091994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/01/presents-for-dhanube-praja.html' title='Presents for Dhanube &amp; Praja.'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SX1tef3MOwI/AAAAAAAAAOI/aAE8YrXYkII/s72-c/amandaquote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-9120684855410994054</id><published>2009-01-25T11:37:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T12:02:33.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Masterpieces</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So i'm super bored right now. or maybe I'm just trying to escape from my relatives by blogging.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today's blog is going to be about people's materpieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all is a guy called &lt;strong&gt;Josh&lt;/strong&gt; from &lt;strong&gt;aussie&lt;/strong&gt; that i met on bebo.com.&lt;br /&gt;Here's 3 of his work: (he &lt;strong&gt;drew&lt;/strong&gt; them himself by using &lt;strong&gt;paint&lt;/strong&gt;.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXvg4UkOsLI/AAAAAAAAANY/BTsW8E7VcAE/s1600-h/woof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295073045102112946" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXvg4UkOsLI/AAAAAAAAANY/BTsW8E7VcAE/s320/woof.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXvg4Finz4I/AAAAAAAAANQ/ud6Ppq8qHxU/s1600-h/man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295073041068838786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXvg4Finz4I/AAAAAAAAANQ/ud6Ppq8qHxU/s320/man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXvg4CJbw2I/AAAAAAAAANI/ILC1KprHojw/s1600-h/shoetoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295073040157885282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXvg4CJbw2I/AAAAAAAAANI/ILC1KprHojw/s320/shoetoe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They're funny-licious, aren't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then i personally like to make icons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are some of my masterpieces that i made by using corel paintshop pro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(remember to give credits if you're going to copy/save them)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's one that i specially made for my sister Brenda (well, she literally asked me to make one for her), i called this one &lt;strong&gt;Brenda's favourite quote&lt;/strong&gt;. not a very good name, i know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXvgrDgwOtI/AAAAAAAAANA/rzFxZvTftbE/s1600-h/notlazy,.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295072817185831634" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXvgrDgwOtI/AAAAAAAAANA/rzFxZvTftbE/s320/notlazy,.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are some &lt;strong&gt;twilight&lt;/strong&gt; icons. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;twilight,twilight,twilight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXvgrF6tL3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/lMYvJhRCu3c/s1600-h/YES,IADMIT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295072817831554930" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXvgrF6tL3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/lMYvJhRCu3c/s320/YES,IADMIT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXvgrOKNeEI/AAAAAAAAAMw/3fUQMt3GkaM/s1600-h/twilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295072820044068930" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXvgrOKNeEI/AAAAAAAAAMw/3fUQMt3GkaM/s320/twilight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXvgq_wloqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Nq7dWBCfSeA/s1600-h/newborn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295072816178504354" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXvgq_wloqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Nq7dWBCfSeA/s320/newborn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXvgq5OkIiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/DKzymuRFdE4/s1600-h/lionlamb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295072814425186850" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXvgq5OkIiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/DKzymuRFdE4/s320/lionlamb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXvgbCfiyoI/AAAAAAAAAMY/bvIILGTEAeg/s1600-h/jasper,hale+yes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295072542034414210" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXvgbCfiyoI/AAAAAAAAAMY/bvIILGTEAeg/s320/jasper,hale+yes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXvgbGQBi8I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/DLsvpnHTqbA/s1600-h/Image3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295072543043062722" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXvgbGQBi8I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/DLsvpnHTqbA/s320/Image3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXvgbE37UUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/spbRV8SHqX8/s1600-h/Image1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295072542673555778" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXvgbE37UUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/spbRV8SHqX8/s320/Image1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXvgbFTR4BI/AAAAAAAAAMA/tGJ_2kMS7Y4/s1600-h/bella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295072542788280338" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXvgbFTR4BI/AAAAAAAAAMA/tGJ_2kMS7Y4/s320/bella.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and here's some other random icons with random quotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXvgawicR8I/AAAAAAAAAL4/DAOlYoZrTyo/s1600-h/crazy+emo+bitch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295072537214732226" style="WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXvgawicR8I/AAAAAAAAAL4/DAOlYoZrTyo/s320/crazy+emo+bitch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXvgAm2oWEI/AAAAAAAAALI/evhfDMOj5Yc/s1600-h/where+you%27d+go.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295072087938455618" style="WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXvgAm2oWEI/AAAAAAAAALI/evhfDMOj5Yc/s320/where+you%27d+go.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXvgAVxYwCI/AAAAAAAAALA/svKHGP8X_S4/s1600-h/lovestory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295072083353059362" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXvgAVxYwCI/AAAAAAAAALA/svKHGP8X_S4/s320/lovestory.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXvgAFPTCOI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Ep0gY_LSTww/s1600-h/feelinalive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295072078915111138" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXvgAFPTCOI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Ep0gY_LSTww/s320/feelinalive.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXvf_yuHq0I/AAAAAAAAAKo/5kGjIlpwaCk/s1600-h/dudeirock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295072073944116034" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXvf_yuHq0I/AAAAAAAAAKo/5kGjIlpwaCk/s320/dudeirock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXvgATVu8KI/AAAAAAAAAK4/cQhoZZZ5NwE/s1600-h/hate.dislike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295072082700202146" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXvgATVu8KI/AAAAAAAAAK4/cQhoZZZ5NwE/s320/hate.dislike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm going to make some more later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; graphic designing. too bad I can't take this course when i go to Uni in the future.&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/735439649143418965-9120684855410994054?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/9120684855410994054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/01/masterpieces.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/9120684855410994054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/9120684855410994054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/01/masterpieces.html' title='Masterpieces'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXvg4UkOsLI/AAAAAAAAANY/BTsW8E7VcAE/s72-c/woof.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-4435743914214118552</id><published>2009-01-22T19:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T19:38:16.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dare.</title><content type='html'>After Math tuition, Bianca dare-d me to flirt at a guy and asked for his number.(i thought the guy was pretty cute in a way, please don't get the wrong idea, it's just an observation.) And i accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tapped him on the shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Can i have your phone number please? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;[I'm sucky in flirting. don't mock me, I've never flirt in my entire life before.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: huh? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;[looked at me with shocked eyes]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: please?&lt;br /&gt;Guy: huh...What the...&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;[his voice was shaking]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: umm..hello?&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;[i felt annoyed cause i could hear Bianca trying to back off a laugh]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy:huh?.....What the...&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;[voice still shaking, i could see he was gawking, how rude. lol]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Don't worry, it's just a dare from my friend to get your number.&lt;br /&gt;Bianca yelling in a distance: No! She really wants to get your number! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;[and that did it.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Huh?...&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;[i could see he was too shocked that he could have faint]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sorry about that, excuse me. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;[Me not feeling embarrassed at all heading forward to Bianca to punch her breast.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fought for like 5 seconds. then we made up! LOL. we're a bunch of retarded best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you're jelous right now. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-4435743914214118552?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/4435743914214118552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/01/dare.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/4435743914214118552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/4435743914214118552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/01/dare.html' title='Dare.'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-908424244723813653</id><published>2009-01-22T18:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T19:00:27.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Math tuition with Mr C.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll just let the photos do the talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MR. C. in ACTION.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXhQLB3gIWI/AAAAAAAAAJw/oOiZiFFt_m0/s1600-h/DSC01155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294069512384029026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXhQLB3gIWI/AAAAAAAAAJw/oOiZiFFt_m0/s320/DSC01155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXhQK3tYaCI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ObmmTCGoF9k/s1600-h/DSC01156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294069509657225250" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXhQK3tYaCI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ObmmTCGoF9k/s320/DSC01156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXhPirkY0_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/U8ykTsMzANs/s1600-h/DSC01155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294068819203511282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXhPirkY0_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/U8ykTsMzANs/s320/DSC01155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXhPiXTRrFI/AAAAAAAAAJY/HEP6tuZLE_o/s1600-h/DSC01162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294068813763030098" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXhPiXTRrFI/AAAAAAAAAJY/HEP6tuZLE_o/s320/DSC01162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXhPid4pTfI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lp3DBekSrsI/s1600-h/DSC01166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294068815530380786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXhPid4pTfI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lp3DBekSrsI/s320/DSC01166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I BET EDDIE WAS POSING TO GET MY ATTENTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXhPiR0SULI/AAAAAAAAAJI/p1NE5TDgJ6o/s1600-h/DSC01154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294068812290871474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXhPiR0SULI/AAAAAAAAAJI/p1NE5TDgJ6o/s320/DSC01154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP TRYING TO STEAL THE LIMELIGHT EDDIE! THIS BLOG IS NOT GOING TO BE ABOUT YOU. lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXhPiH4XjxI/AAAAAAAAAJA/0kZhylXnRl4/s1600-h/DSC01163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294068809623637778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXhPiH4XjxI/AAAAAAAAAJA/0kZhylXnRl4/s320/DSC01163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl is actually really pretty---lol, I sound like such a perv---but my sucky camera ruined everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXhOhUe8RpI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Sy7p__cMxmk/s1600-h/DSC01164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294067696315156114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXhOhUe8RpI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Sy7p__cMxmk/s320/DSC01164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The adorably funny Yii Ming. and that's sucky looking me who's wearing a grey hoodie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found something pretty funny when i was trying to take photos of Bianca sneaki-ly. It  just make me feel like making an animation icon by using these photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXhOhX3kf-I/AAAAAAAAAIw/wf1UcPVw15Y/s1600-h/DSC01157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294067697223761890" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXhOhX3kf-I/AAAAAAAAAIw/wf1UcPVw15Y/s320/DSC01157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXhOhPsZqPI/AAAAAAAAAIo/5n-8BQeSwbY/s1600-h/DSC01160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294067695029430514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXhOhPsZqPI/AAAAAAAAAIo/5n-8BQeSwbY/s320/DSC01160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXhOg20fNlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Cq2nd_HkWiA/s1600-h/DSC01161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294067688352462418" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXhOg20fNlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Cq2nd_HkWiA/s320/DSC01161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXhOgq0xoTI/AAAAAAAAAIY/uHguIMJwzZk/s1600-h/DSC01165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294067685132443954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXhOgq0xoTI/AAAAAAAAAIY/uHguIMJwzZk/s320/DSC01165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the FLIRT MASTER is cutting her nails. oooh.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-908424244723813653?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/908424244723813653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/01/math-tuition-with-mr-c.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/908424244723813653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/908424244723813653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/01/math-tuition-with-mr-c.html' title='Math tuition with Mr C.'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXhQLB3gIWI/AAAAAAAAAJw/oOiZiFFt_m0/s72-c/DSC01155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-7305711905676844843</id><published>2009-01-22T18:16:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T14:17:05.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousins. and my new adopted brother.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, there's going to be like half of the family members---which is 21 people---from my dad's side are coming back for CNY. and they all are staying at our places for like 10 days. And guess what? my dad just adopted a big bro for me! cool, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXhMMUP_d3I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/gCImqgK4BFE/s1600-h/DSC01103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294065136451942258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXhMMUP_d3I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/gCImqgK4BFE/s320/DSC01103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is Brenda trying to give every fish a name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXhML-jjkII/AAAAAAAAAII/NXPr6z-b-Bs/s1600-h/DSC01104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294065130628419714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXhML-jjkII/AAAAAAAAAII/NXPr6z-b-Bs/s320/DSC01104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXhLjXuWLHI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ykLYbjS4hg0/s1600-h/DSC01107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294064433009929330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXhLjXuWLHI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ykLYbjS4hg0/s320/DSC01107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis, Brenda(left), and my dad (right) LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXhLjIVgLxI/AAAAAAAAAHw/9aEUp4DbFvw/s1600-h/DSC01108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294064428879195922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXhLjIVgLxI/AAAAAAAAAHw/9aEUp4DbFvw/s320/DSC01108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little sis, Sandra aka Sandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXhLi8sd0RI/AAAAAAAAAHo/4vSqHXEoKes/s1600-h/DSC01117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294064425754284306" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXhLi8sd0RI/AAAAAAAAAHo/4vSqHXEoKes/s320/DSC01117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin Joshua showing off his neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXhLitnZMZI/AAAAAAAAAHg/F9DkE5hzcg0/s1600-h/DSC01118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294064421706477970" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXhLitnZMZI/AAAAAAAAAHg/F9DkE5hzcg0/s320/DSC01118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXhLC-959BI/AAAAAAAAAHY/VUinR9uXJXs/s1600-h/DSC01122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294063876608488466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXhLC-959BI/AAAAAAAAAHY/VUinR9uXJXs/s320/DSC01122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks a lot to my sucky skill and camera. she doesn't look that good in this photo. sorry, Beatrice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXhLCmZAB3I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JLi2oAILXQ4/s1600-h/DSC01124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294063870011246450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXhLCmZAB3I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JLi2oAILXQ4/s320/DSC01124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do need to improve my photograhy skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXhLCJvbQsI/AAAAAAAAAHI/1nEvZoVeclE/s1600-h/DSC01126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294063862320677570" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXhLCJvbQsI/AAAAAAAAAHI/1nEvZoVeclE/s320/DSC01126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua again, with better hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXhLB8ohoOI/AAAAAAAAAHA/8v67rX_GN1w/s1600-h/DSC01127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294063858802073826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXhLB8ohoOI/AAAAAAAAAHA/8v67rX_GN1w/s320/DSC01127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cousin Beatrice(right) and her boyfriend, Douglas(left)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXhLB2AIWyI/AAAAAAAAAG4/0da5NL4iY8o/s1600-h/DSC01128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294063857022032674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXhLB2AIWyI/AAAAAAAAAG4/0da5NL4iY8o/s320/DSC01128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Jeremy. My cousin/new adopted big bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXhJG7EWaoI/AAAAAAAAAGw/uyNZwcsPDx0/s1600-h/DSC01136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294061745257998978" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXhJG7EWaoI/AAAAAAAAAGw/uyNZwcsPDx0/s320/DSC01136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. this is random. it's a photo of Brenda stucked in a toy tent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXhJGrj8FTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/N2r1RiH0xS0/s1600-h/DSC01142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294061741095523634" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXhJGrj8FTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/N2r1RiH0xS0/s320/DSC01142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my niece, Melissa Button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXhJGMTP_bI/AAAAAAAAAGg/gG05X7XO3Gw/s1600-h/DSC01145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294061732704026034" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXhJGMTP_bI/AAAAAAAAAGg/gG05X7XO3Gw/s320/DSC01145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute, isn't she?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXhJFtCmXJI/AAAAAAAAAGY/RlRZuwLLRmE/s1600-h/DSC01148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294061724312689810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXhJFtCmXJI/AAAAAAAAAGY/RlRZuwLLRmE/s320/DSC01148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is jeremy having his dinner. If you wonder what that grey thing was,it was the pot for cooking rice.Yup, he sure has a big appetite. I'm so proud. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXhJFZQTE2I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CQCRI3LvHWw/s1600-h/DSC01149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294061719001437026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXhJFZQTE2I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CQCRI3LvHWw/s320/DSC01149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy spotted me and tried to escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-7305711905676844843?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/7305711905676844843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/01/cousins-and-my-new-adopted-brother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/7305711905676844843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/7305711905676844843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/01/cousins-and-my-new-adopted-brother.html' title='Cousins. and my new adopted brother.'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SXhMMUP_d3I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/gCImqgK4BFE/s72-c/DSC01103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-7964899819851684515</id><published>2009-01-13T09:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T09:20:20.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>It had been raining for like 3-4 days.It was &lt;em&gt;freakin&lt;/em&gt;' cold that I got &lt;em&gt;freakin&lt;/em&gt;' sick. &lt;strong&gt;YUCK&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, it was like if there are thoudsands of tiny needles stucked in my throat and to make it worse, i couldn't stop coughing. Then i was burning up. Later, i got &lt;em&gt;freakin'&lt;/em&gt; cold that I wore like a long sleeves shirt with &lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;jackets and &lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; pants and &lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; pairs of socks. But I was &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; cold, like if I'm standing in the middle of a snow storm on mount buller during winter when it was only &lt;em&gt;raining&lt;/em&gt;. UGH. I hate it. I personally prefer summer more than winter. But summer's too hot anyway. I'm happy that I'm actually living in Malaysia where there's no winter around. I'm suppose to be at school right now, but I'm really really sick that i've &lt;strong&gt;lost&lt;/strong&gt; my voice(i wasn't kidding about I felt there are thousands of tiny needles stucked in my throat.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I shouldn't have eat the chocolate my dad bought on Sunday. I think i'll try, no, I will avoid eating stuff contain sugar from now on. Thanks to the chocolate, i gained another kilogram. *frown*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-7964899819851684515?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/7964899819851684515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/01/sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/7964899819851684515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/7964899819851684515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/01/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-6984769120465177383</id><published>2009-01-11T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T15:20:38.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I'm too bored that blogging is the only thing that i intended to do today. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I saw this totally cute BLOO plushie last night when i was hanging out at my relatives' place. Can you believe it? An actual BLOO plushie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SWmUPHQd9YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/qimwx5xJ__A/s1600-h/DSC01075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289922224690427266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SWmUPHQd9YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/qimwx5xJ__A/s320/DSC01075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was going to steal it. But my conscience told me not to. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SWmUO5tD-tI/AAAAAAAAAGA/RKClxr_IcuI/s1600-h/DSC01069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289922221052263122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SWmUO5tD-tI/AAAAAAAAAGA/RKClxr_IcuI/s320/DSC01069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the little owner of the amazingly cute &lt;strong&gt;BLOO&lt;/strong&gt; plushie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i could see that Dora wanted to steal the lime light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-6984769120465177383?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/6984769120465177383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/01/bloo.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/6984769120465177383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/6984769120465177383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/01/bloo.html' title='Bloo.'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SWmUPHQd9YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/qimwx5xJ__A/s72-c/DSC01075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-8706412415627155543</id><published>2009-01-11T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T15:14:13.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Butter Cookies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't believe I forgot to post this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Brenda currently found a new hobby which is baking cookies. Baking &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fat, carb&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cookies.&lt;br /&gt;And it was delicious but i gained at least 2 kilograms after i ate like only 4 freakin pieces. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she also made a "Butter-Bread-Man". Frankly, it looks pretty scary. Brenda just couldn't wait to eat it. Apparantely, she ate its body and left only his head to let me take a photo of her masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SWmDQJcY2NI/AAAAAAAAAF4/qpX-ZpMeJjk/s1600-h/DSCF2887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289903550759491794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SWmDQJcY2NI/AAAAAAAAAF4/qpX-ZpMeJjk/s320/DSCF2887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Brenda actually made 2 jars of cookies. These are only 8/200 of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;btw, you noticed anything? no? let see closer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SWmDQIb2I9I/AAAAAAAAAFw/aGEHSKhBgpw/s1600-h/DSCF2888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289903550488781778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SWmDQIb2I9I/AAAAAAAAAFw/aGEHSKhBgpw/s320/DSCF2888.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you see it? the vengeful looking eyes of the Butter-Bread-Man. Brenda finished it off immediately after i said something about vengeful butter-bread-man coming to life. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-8706412415627155543?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/8706412415627155543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/01/butter-cookies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/8706412415627155543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/8706412415627155543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/01/butter-cookies.html' title='Butter Cookies.'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SWmDQJcY2NI/AAAAAAAAAF4/qpX-ZpMeJjk/s72-c/DSCF2887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-3945314195776494189</id><published>2009-01-10T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T15:16:57.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, Bianca took her revenge on me by putting a photo of me on her blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Click the link below if you want to read it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cozisaidsobabehh.blogspot.com/2009/01/1st-blog-ever.html"&gt;http://cozisaidsobabehh.blogspot.com/2009/01/1st-blog-ever.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i have to say is, thank you Bianca for your &lt;em&gt;lovely compliments&lt;/em&gt; about me. it did gain my ego.Lmao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think you could have done better than &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt;! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch &amp;amp; Learn *smirk*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SWl697cz46I/AAAAAAAAAFo/gbsLLFJDr4A/s1600-h/DSCF2913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289894441672500130" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SWl697cz46I/AAAAAAAAAFo/gbsLLFJDr4A/s320/DSCF2913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;from left: Mabel,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;BIANCA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and Grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SWl6957kHyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/mW37jLSlCjk/s1600-h/DSCF2909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289894441264619298" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SWl6957kHyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/mW37jLSlCjk/s320/DSCF2909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From left: Mabel, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Grace and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bianca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The photos were taken in umm...&lt;strong&gt;year 2000&lt;/strong&gt;.LOL.Aren't we just the cutest things you've ever seen? *chuckle*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;PS: Bianca, since I&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;put &lt;em&gt;myself &lt;/em&gt;included in this---ridiculous and lame---revenge plan. It proves you wrong that I'm actually evil-ler than you. *grin* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Yup. Revenge is sweet. And being evil is great...in a good way. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt;a:hover{font-weight:bold; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-3945314195776494189?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/3945314195776494189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/01/three-cheers-for-sweet-revenge.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/3945314195776494189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/3945314195776494189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/01/three-cheers-for-sweet-revenge.html' title='Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SWl697cz46I/AAAAAAAAAFo/gbsLLFJDr4A/s72-c/DSCF2913.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-3462498224856943461</id><published>2009-01-09T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T20:47:52.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We were doing a presentation thingy---based on our uniform clubs;if that's how people called it, whatever---this wednesday, to get more members. The form 1 students' rejection and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gawking&lt;/strong&gt;---how rude--- &lt;/em&gt;left most of us rather abashed. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yet we had fun, me &lt;em&gt;at least&lt;/em&gt;. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SWdF0YQxlQI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/55-gpUq68Jc/s1600-h/DSC01050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289273053538260226" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SWdF0YQxlQI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/55-gpUq68Jc/s320/DSC01050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can see that we were &lt;strong&gt;high&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BIANCA in ACTION! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SWdF0F2CKNI/AAAAAAAAAFI/xwHgy4svfac/s1600-h/DSC01052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289273048594262226" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SWdF0F2CKNI/AAAAAAAAAFI/xwHgy4svfac/s320/DSC01052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SWdF0HgmvAI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tXb5umYucSI/s1600-h/DSC01051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289273049041255426" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SWdF0HgmvAI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tXb5umYucSI/s320/DSC01051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SWdFcnEIa-I/AAAAAAAAAE4/D7OZapMSadg/s1600-h/DSC01054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289272645194902498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SWdFcnEIa-I/AAAAAAAAAE4/D7OZapMSadg/s320/DSC01054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SWdFcsmweCI/AAAAAAAAAEw/sDxq7A7d9DE/s1600-h/DSC01058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289272646682310690" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SWdFcsmweCI/AAAAAAAAAEw/sDxq7A7d9DE/s320/DSC01058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saxaphone, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SWdFcSSSXzI/AAAAAAAAAEo/_WCgik-1aio/s1600-h/DSC01057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289272639617130290" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SWdFcSSSXzI/AAAAAAAAAEo/_WCgik-1aio/s320/DSC01057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SWdFcRZaA3I/AAAAAAAAAEg/mdzjgU_Sz6Y/s1600-h/DSC01056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289272639378555762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SWdFcRZaA3I/AAAAAAAAAEg/mdzjgU_Sz6Y/s320/DSC01056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do wish that people could stop running away from the camera. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SWdFcPC7qzI/AAAAAAAAAEY/tabsC13W-wA/s1600-h/DSC01053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289272638747421490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SWdFcPC7qzI/AAAAAAAAAEY/tabsC13W-wA/s320/DSC01053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-3462498224856943461?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/3462498224856943461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-were-doing-presentation-thingy-based.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/3462498224856943461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/3462498224856943461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-were-doing-presentation-thingy-based.html' title='Yet another Blog'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SWdF0YQxlQI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/55-gpUq68Jc/s72-c/DSC01050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-1112182731981826077</id><published>2009-01-07T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T12:59:37.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Math is FUN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Have a good laugh at this. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SWQ2TQFvczI/AAAAAAAAAB8/QC_YiIZvp4M/s1600-h/ATT00001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288411566804267826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SWQ2TQFvczI/AAAAAAAAAB8/QC_YiIZvp4M/s320/ATT00001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SWQ2NoakvmI/AAAAAAAAAB0/MX95f_X7dEc/s1600-h/ATT00003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288411470254882402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SWQ2NoakvmI/AAAAAAAAAB0/MX95f_X7dEc/s320/ATT00003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SWQ2GG8Vs_I/AAAAAAAAABs/p5QQAjcWvjY/s1600-h/ATT00005.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288411341010613234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SWQ2GG8Vs_I/AAAAAAAAABs/p5QQAjcWvjY/s320/ATT00005.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SWQ1_GR-GYI/AAAAAAAAABk/sbP5yhfQldw/s1600-h/ATT00006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288411220573821314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SWQ1_GR-GYI/AAAAAAAAABk/sbP5yhfQldw/s320/ATT00006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SWQ1vJiuPXI/AAAAAAAAABc/X8Xdw7QAUKg/s1600-h/ATT00007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288410946571484530" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SWQ1vJiuPXI/AAAAAAAAABc/X8Xdw7QAUKg/s320/ATT00007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SWQ1kp1aG8I/AAAAAAAAABU/imhQtN1VjQU/s1600-h/ATT00004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288410766261230530" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SWQ1kp1aG8I/AAAAAAAAABU/imhQtN1VjQU/s320/ATT00004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-1112182731981826077?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/1112182731981826077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/01/math-is-fun.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/1112182731981826077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/1112182731981826077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/01/math-is-fun.html' title='Math is FUN'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SWQ2TQFvczI/AAAAAAAAAB8/QC_YiIZvp4M/s72-c/ATT00001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-7272805482754589969</id><published>2009-01-05T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T13:01:30.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of School.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First day of school was rather boring. I even finish my homework before the school ends and I was spending most of my time reading my history text book. (which are the things that are not normally what i could have done; especially first day of school.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hmmm...since there's nothing else to talk about. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I guess I'll just talk about last saturday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was my my first time attending a girls brigade meeting since umm...a year ago. It wasn't officially the first meeting of the year, cause we still need to get more members. So us Piniors (how old, lol) were dicussing on the presentation thingy we're going to do this wednesday. While the others were praticing the dance. I was sitting back hanging out with my girlfriends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SWHVMEgsPqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/M-WHZyiR9jI/s1600-h/DSC01047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287741840855678626" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SWHVMEgsPqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/M-WHZyiR9jI/s320/DSC01047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;this is a photo of Bianca before she gone crazy after I told her Taylor Lautner---who played jacob black on twilight--- will be replace by some guy call Michael. Her mad reaction was priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SWHVA_eAGTI/AAAAAAAAAA0/k6nHCTK9j3U/s1600-h/DSC01033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287741650523658546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SWHVA_eAGTI/AAAAAAAAAA0/k6nHCTK9j3U/s320/DSC01033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's a photo of her again when she was hanging out at my place.&lt;br /&gt;[Bianca, if you're reading this blog, i just want to tell you that since you didn't allowed me to put it on facebook, i might as well just put it here. =P]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-7272805482754589969?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/7272805482754589969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-day-of-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/7272805482754589969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/7272805482754589969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-day-of-school.html' title='First day of School.'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/SWHVMEgsPqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/M-WHZyiR9jI/s72-c/DSC01047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735439649143418965.post-6960677964325415716</id><published>2009-01-04T18:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T14:21:32.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolution.</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure if I'm going to do the things on the list below with success---I'm not even sure if I'll even do it---&lt;strong&gt;*sigh*&lt;/strong&gt; anyway, here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lose at least 15 pounds (thanks a lot to my mum's amazing cooking skill; i did gain this much weight. D= )&lt;br /&gt;-Workout 90 minutes,5 days a week to get abs. (I &lt;em&gt;adored&lt;/em&gt; men and women with abs, call me perverb if you even want to =P )&lt;br /&gt;-Resist the amazing taste---and smell---of &lt;strong&gt;CHOCOLATE&lt;/strong&gt;!!! (I'm a chocoholic *smirk*)&lt;br /&gt;-Try not to talk too much &amp;amp; sound weird when i do. (I talk/sound weird when I'm nervous)&lt;br /&gt;-Try not to be too &lt;em&gt;obsessed&lt;/em&gt; with &lt;strong&gt;Twilight&lt;/strong&gt; topics.&lt;br /&gt;-Be more cofident.&lt;br /&gt;-Be more optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;-Be more crazy ( if that's good)&lt;br /&gt;-Swear less (my mum is really mad at me as i've been using a lot of the word shit. lmao.)&lt;br /&gt;-Practice my piano even though i've quit.&lt;br /&gt;-try to control my temper.&lt;br /&gt;-try not to shout/yell (at someone) when i lose it.&lt;br /&gt;-Study harder that i get to be on the top 3 in class.&lt;br /&gt;-buy a shield (to &lt;em&gt;protect&lt;/em&gt; me from my little sister's amazingly painful punch; for a 12 year old, she's good at it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to add "try not to be so dorky"; but since "-Be more cofident. &amp;amp; Be more optimistic." is on the list, i think i'll pass that =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MERRY NEW YEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; everyone! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/735439649143418965-6960677964325415716?l=simplyysimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/feeds/6960677964325415716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years-resolution.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/6960677964325415716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/735439649143418965/posts/default/6960677964325415716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyysimple.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years-resolution.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolution.'/><author><name>SimplyySimple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967054090716643646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eZ2mM9x-uU/Sfa020KWTfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SsRo3sbCQjQ/S220/amanda+ling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
