<?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-5174055629366666322</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:01:47.541-07:00</updated><category term='Sick of this dress and these Jimmy Choos'/><category term='Today is a sad sad sad day. We cry.'/><category term='It will always be a part of me.'/><category term='Forensic Detection'/><category term='Will you?'/><category term='I&apos;m a cinephile.'/><category term='The Fray'/><category term='Everything'/><category term='Hot n Cold'/><category term='Missing out on so much.'/><category term='I HATE MY SISTER. 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Learn them'/><category term='TO BEYONG AND INFINITY'/><category term='won&apos;t you'/><category term='You made everyone look like a fool.'/><title type='text'>One to eight</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>143</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-3394660800624394404</id><published>2009-10-30T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T01:30:04.577-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life meaning'/><title type='text'>Great as it seems</title><content type='html'>I was never away.&lt;br /&gt;I just wasn't here.&lt;br /&gt;I was busy - exploring my life. Not through the damn Internet. Get out of here if you're ever gonna learn something.&lt;br /&gt;Amazing stuff I did. Nope, not drugs or such thereof. But things that needed to be done or mended. Like bucking up my grades, discovering my passion and holding out time. I live.&lt;br /&gt;Cliche as it sounds, it's not. Feeling like you've made full use of your time? It's wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;Someone once told me," It's not how long you get to live. It's how much you make of your time."&lt;br /&gt;I have to agree that's how life works. It's like an escalator - always up and on. Life moves, and you move with it too, and make something out of it.&lt;br /&gt;I maybe young, but that doesn't handicap me. I can't do many things, but I can do something.&lt;br /&gt;Looking to how I was last year? One word - terrible. Another word? Naiive. And another? Sad.&lt;br /&gt;My secret?&lt;br /&gt;Find a philosophy. Live it. Find an inspiration. Achieve it. Got a dream. Fufill it. Find someone. Cherish them. Think about the time. There's none to lose.&lt;br /&gt;It's simple. But it takes time to get hold of this idea. So yea, figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-3394660800624394404?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/3394660800624394404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=3394660800624394404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/3394660800624394404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/3394660800624394404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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yeah</title><content type='html'>Cheryl, I swear, you have no chance.&lt;br /&gt;It's like sticking your head in the oven without turning on the switch and just waiting for it to melt.&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;He has too many girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;Although I made you a pinky promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took class photo today.&lt;br /&gt;The amazing 2e4.&lt;br /&gt;With the gleaming trophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a Looooooooong time since we last saw Spermmamn.&lt;br /&gt;Although it was just when we spoke to him.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;Shameless us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've been tattooed when Cheryl stamped footballs my hand and arms and Charlene drew a heart on the back of my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl, Charlene and I were comparing the number of boys we know.&lt;br /&gt;Charlene won.&lt;br /&gt;With her tennis friends and Kulka.&lt;br /&gt;Aha, it just refreshed my memory of bring in a mixed school before.&lt;br /&gt;Although I think girls' school is more preferable.&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I didn't count Spermman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into Public Speaking.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about Homosexuality.&lt;br /&gt;Homosexuals, be proud of me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing up for you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-5389600957384095969?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/5389600957384095969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=5389600957384095969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/5389600957384095969'/><link rel='self' 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sketching after I lost my Omni 6B pencil.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I might not write nicely again until I've bought my favourite black pen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm going to have to buy them all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yes, I'm that strange.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-4161341192133677224?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/4161341192133677224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=4161341192133677224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/4161341192133677224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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champion.&lt;br /&gt;AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;But being Sports Captain was so tiring and busy.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily there's Charlene and thanks CHeryl for helping me look after my camera.&lt;br /&gt;2nd for the CCA 4x100m relay for clubs.&lt;br /&gt;Okay its cool I've got 2 CCA's.&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our class, again, got 100% for average score of &gt;60% in the level.&lt;br /&gt;2/4 rocks okay.&lt;br /&gt;And our class tee is so adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone's so dumb.&lt;br /&gt;Dumbo, bohdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nani is Nehneh.&lt;br /&gt;HAH.&lt;br /&gt;Cesc Fabregas is hot.&lt;br /&gt;Robin van Persie is hot too.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think Micheal Carrick is euqually hot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-5404420743903005057?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-5897383842058900382</id><published>2009-04-06T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T02:39:39.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd Lie</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;First thought when I wake up is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;My God he's beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have suffered an embrrassment I do not wish to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;And it concerns like us, me, we, he.&lt;br /&gt;And by we I mean my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I am so moving on to conquer another, with my friends, duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, okay.&lt;br /&gt;Sports Day on Wed at Bedok Stadium.&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward.&lt;br /&gt;Love our class banner, awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Klar said our class tee is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Adela Foo Min.&lt;br /&gt;She cares about how embarrassed I will be and what I should do.&lt;br /&gt;AHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I messed up my Lit test.&lt;br /&gt;Angry at myself for messing up my best sbuject.&lt;br /&gt;Where will all the A1's go then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlene, Cheryl and I made up a great song for our music project.&lt;br /&gt;It's a lovely and wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;And it goes "ding din dong dong" somewhere in the chorus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlene and I love dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming is an essential thing okay, it makes you happy.&lt;br /&gt;We dreamed that there is a...&lt;br /&gt;-secret-&lt;br /&gt;I shan't tell.&lt;br /&gt;=X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, time fast.&lt;br /&gt;Its crazy.&lt;br /&gt;How last year past like a breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I shall find another island of peace.&lt;br /&gt;And reach Nervana there.&lt;br /&gt;Ommm...&lt;div 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Lie'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-6756300590346582640</id><published>2009-04-01T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T02:27:17.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When they are too many A's in soccer...</title><content type='html'>[Note: Cherie is Cherie. Gifts and curses is Hazel. Any coincidence or mishap of such a not due to this conversation.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;why all adrians in soccer one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Gifts and curses says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;dont know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Gifts and curses says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gifts and curses says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;you know rooney was supposed to be named adrian instead of wayne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Gifts and curses says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;COOL RIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gifts and curses says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;what a coincidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;real cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;too many adrians in soccer already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Cherie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;hm, if only we can put them in netball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gifts and curses says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gifts and curses says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gifts and curses says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;guys playing netball&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gifts and curses says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;haha whats with that LOOK??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gifts and curses says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;then what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gifts and curses says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gifts and curses says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;lets think about what they should wear when they are playing netball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Gifts and curses says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;argh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gifts and curses says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;skirts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gifts and curses says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;ahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;haha with tight tight singlets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Cherie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;should we make a rule to have them shave armpits?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gifts and curses says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;WHAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gifts and curses says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gifts and curses says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;maybe wax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gifts and curses says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;more better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gifts and curses says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;what about leg hair??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Cherie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;do we ask them to shave too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Gifts and curses says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;hm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gifts and curses says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;we should just ask them to wax the whole body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gifts and curses says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;AHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;yes, that would be fantastic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Cherie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;you're a genius!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Gifts and curses says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gifts and curses says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Cherie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;eh i have to do my things already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;stupid art homewrok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Cherie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;talk to you tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gifts and curses says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;haha okaye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gifts and curses says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;see you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Funny funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY APRIL FOOL'S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, got caught in a prank.&lt;br /&gt;That required us to do a 400 words essay on Pcasso and 200 word essay on Acids and Alkalis.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I asked Adlina shortly after I opened Microsoft Words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been an exhilirating day today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-6756300590346582640?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-6623942081759772516</id><published>2009-03-27T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T07:33:37.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>White Horse</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;That I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairy tale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I'm not the one you sweep off her feet, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Lead her up the stairwell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I was a dreamer before you went and let me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Now it's too late for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And your white horse, to come around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, I'm here to announce that AMG has got a new name - Spermman.&lt;br /&gt;I finally saw Spermman at the traffic junctions when going to school.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky me.&lt;br /&gt;But Cassie keeps seeing HAMs at her OTHER bus stop at Orchard.&lt;br /&gt;One even cause her to hyperventilate by flicking his phone around and pacing back and froth.&lt;br /&gt;And many many others.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky her.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. "Spermman" is coined by Casse, although she refuses to use it. It's derived from "Superman".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so, the problem is I'm not updating my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know, don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class Comm training is surprisingly interesting and very engaging.&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh, this is very enlighting; knowing how to deal with people of different sort of personalities, how to be a good leader and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;The trainer's pretty cool and funny too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to school tomorrow at 8.30 for some Subject Combination thing.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I can't sleep in. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfft, I'm confused.&lt;br /&gt;Is our school hosting Indonesian people for YOG or AYG?&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, it is for AYG.&lt;br /&gt;But hey, it's better than hosting people from Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl -"&lt;em&gt;The schools who host Malaysia is worse than Indonesia. Thy just take bus across the Causeway can already. Al least Indonesia still have to take plane."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:o There's truth in it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, I'm buying ticktets to catch Gymnastics for AYG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the line that is said everyday -"&lt;em&gt;Hi, what is the approximate time you guys are sitting on the swing?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're lucky, they're good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-6623942081759772516?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/6623942081759772516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=6623942081759772516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/6623942081759772516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/6623942081759772516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2009/03/white-horse.html' title='White Horse'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-2180609372152399317</id><published>2009-03-18T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T23:25:48.677-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m a cinephile.'/><title type='text'>Extraodinary cirmcumstances</title><content type='html'>'Australia' is undounbtly the greatest film I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;I've cried much more times than I ever remeber crying in 'Titanic'.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes were practically super-glued to the screen.&lt;br /&gt;And the plot is just amazing.&lt;br /&gt; I cried when the Nullah's mother died, when Flynn died and when Magari died, up till the very end.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm planning to watch it, all over again, perhaps until I've memorised every single line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Cass, Cheryl, Hazel and Charlene yesterday to Orchard Cineleisure.&lt;br /&gt;Muhaha, I didn't wear skirt.&lt;br /&gt;Watched "He's Just Not That Into You".&lt;br /&gt;So yes, now if a guy punched me, I know he likes me.&lt;br /&gt;Gigi said, "&lt;em&gt;We are all programmed to believe that if a guy acts like a total jerk that means he likes you. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA I love Mary too. "&lt;em&gt;I had this guy leave me a voicemail at work, so I called him at home, and then he emailed me to my BlackBerry, and so I texted to his cell, and now you just have to go around checking all these different portals just to get rejected by seven different technologies. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Anna. Stupid mistress and ugly fat biatch!&lt;br /&gt;Ugh okay, I hate Ben too.&lt;br /&gt;But I want to be Beth, I mean because Neil is just so romantic.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe I just want to be Gigi, becuase she gets Alex.&lt;br /&gt;Yea I don't mind watching it again.&lt;br /&gt;Bought my mom's present.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, we didn't see any AMGs there. Sad thing it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My toe nails are of quirky colours.&lt;br /&gt;But I think its cool.&lt;br /&gt;Hot pink on the left and torquoise on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1045423/"&gt;Gigi&lt;/a&gt;: So what now I'm just supposed to turn from every guy who doesn't like me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0519043/"&gt;Alex&lt;/a&gt;: Uh. Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1045423/"&gt;Gigi&lt;/a&gt;: There's not gonna be anybody left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girls are taught a lot of stuff growing up: if a boy punches you he likes you, never try to trim your own bangs, and someday you will meet a wonderful guy and get your very own happy ending. Every movie we see, every&lt;br /&gt;tory we're told implores us to wait for it: the third act twist, the unexpected declaration of love, the exception to the rule. But sometimes we're so focused on finding our happy ending we don't learn how to read the signs. How to tell the ones who want us from the ones who don't, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave. And maybe a happy ending doesn't include a guy, maybe it's you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. Maybe the happy ending is just moving on. or maybe the happy ending is this: knowing after all the unreturned phone calls and broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain&lt;br /&gt;and embarrassment... you never gave up hope. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-2180609372152399317?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/2180609372152399317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=2180609372152399317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/2180609372152399317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/2180609372152399317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2009/03/extraodinary-cirmcumstances.html' title='Extraodinary cirmcumstances'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-8928619296069702804</id><published>2009-03-13T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T02:49:50.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recollection</title><content type='html'>Got back my progress report today.&lt;br /&gt;Scored a 61.9%.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, gawd, I suck.&lt;br /&gt;I only got 2 A's which is for Lit and Art.&lt;br /&gt;Subjects which my mom labelled "you don't need a brain to do this".&lt;br /&gt;Hmpf, yea, I'm brainless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;To see Cheryl's Eugene and Brian.&lt;br /&gt;And I'mma buying Cass' present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlene has got a tennis match today against St Marg's.&lt;br /&gt;They need truckloads of supporters.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I can't go.&lt;br /&gt;I think those VS guys are so sweet, offering to cheer for our tennis team.&lt;br /&gt;* Triscilla appeared in the newspaper today. See the Sports section. Rocking in hot pink jersey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our school softball appeared on a show on Wednesday on Channel 5, on how we beat Crescent.&lt;br /&gt;I think our principal cried today when she herself was saying,"Eight time consecutive national champions."&lt;br /&gt;So did the softballers.&lt;br /&gt;Aww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel, Cassie and I were being sneaky and secretive around Cassie today.&lt;br /&gt;-Top Secret-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh! I suck at javelin, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassie, Hazel and Cheryl are racking their brains over what to wear to my sis' birthdy party.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S JUST A PARTY.&lt;br /&gt;Although Cassie did made a good point when she said there would be AMGs there, so she must wear nice nice.&lt;br /&gt;Hazel suggested to Cassie to wear her Victoria's Secret dress.&lt;br /&gt;While Cassie suggested to Hazel that she should wear her plunging neckline dress.&lt;br /&gt;HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I saw my primary school pictures in facebook, posted by my former P3 form teacher.&lt;br /&gt;I look so rotound and cockeye and ugly and fat.&lt;br /&gt;I look like an evil monster!&lt;br /&gt;AHH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-8928619296069702804?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-3685657518112955235</id><published>2009-03-10T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T23:01:02.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blurred</title><content type='html'>Woke up late today.&lt;br /&gt;But I was still in time for E-learning.&lt;br /&gt;(:(:&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been a good girl today.&lt;br /&gt;TAHEEEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-3685657518112955235?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/3685657518112955235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-4511981977334860995</id><published>2009-03-10T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T01:00:41.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>White against blue</title><content type='html'>I got A1 for Lit.&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least I've got 2 A1's now.&lt;br /&gt;1 for Art and 1 for Lit.&lt;br /&gt;21/25 for written, 19/25 for performance, 8/10 for summary and 7/10 for powerpoint.&lt;br /&gt;But its sucks becuase there's so many people getting a1's oo and I'm only the second highest in class.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I've bought prizes for my sis' birthday already.&lt;br /&gt;Bought it with Cheryl since Hazel and Cass couldn't make it.&lt;br /&gt;And bought her present too.&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm not gonna tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother is not THAT bad.&lt;br /&gt;But still, he's extrememly pampered.&lt;br /&gt;Period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-4511981977334860995?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/4511981977334860995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=4511981977334860995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/4511981977334860995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/4511981977334860995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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really kinda suck pretty much too.&lt;br /&gt;Well, a lot actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel has yet to complete her dare.&lt;br /&gt;2 more boys to ask, considering that the other 1 is reserved for AMG.&lt;br /&gt;Condition is that Cassie and I have to be there to witness it together.&lt;br /&gt;Go Hazel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out tomorrow with Cassie, Hazel and Cheryl to purchase things for my sis' birthday, since all of us are the game organisers.&lt;br /&gt;And my mum is just taking advantage tha my friends and I will be there and threatened me.&lt;br /&gt;So I am an unwilling participant.&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least she gives me money to buy all those stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a craze asked me if we could don't put our school name in our class tee.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be daft and make a fool out of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Really, please just use your common sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought Rihanna isn't much of an idiot until now.&lt;br /&gt;She' stupider than in her own right mind now.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid stupid stupid.&lt;br /&gt;It's date violence.&lt;br /&gt;Eff off Chris, you pawn of the devil.&lt;br /&gt;Guilt can't be sensed from you nor seen in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Knock some sense into her again, Chris Brown.&lt;br /&gt;Hell yes, I could get a guy to marry me if I just bash and punch him.&lt;br /&gt;Another new way of proposing, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother is such a shit ass.&lt;br /&gt;He's so spoilt and pampered and lazy and inconsiderate and stupid and dumb.&lt;br /&gt;Probably all because of my father spoiling him.&lt;br /&gt;He recieved a $99 toy when he was just 3, from my father. And I'm 14 now and have yet to recieve a $99 toy.&lt;br /&gt;I guess is pretty obvious that my father is plain bias to him.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I have got enough maternal love.&lt;br /&gt;So much for my father who claims he sin't bias.&lt;br /&gt;Cut the crap.&lt;br /&gt;And stop lying.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh, he's like crying now because he doesn't wants to do his things. What a sucker.&lt;br /&gt;He who disrupts our sleep becuase he himself can't sleep and cries like a shit ass idiot, is an ass hole.&lt;br /&gt;He who cracks sick jokes and insults my sister and I in such a very foul language at 9 isn't going to be a polished apple.&lt;br /&gt;9 he might be, but 0 in his childish mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone just seems to be getting stupider and stupider and stupider.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-3740424595204401714?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/3740424595204401714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=3740424595204401714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/3740424595204401714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/3740424595204401714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2009/03/red-on.html' title='Red on'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-4465576816840410766</id><published>2009-03-04T05:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T06:00:33.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running track (Rain)</title><content type='html'>I hate my c'puter.&lt;br /&gt;For sure.&lt;br /&gt;Its a permanent thing, that is going to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm think of deleting this useless blog.&lt;br /&gt;That I've savagely tried to put to rest.&lt;br /&gt;And pray no one will ever notice my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Home Econs.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid port folio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Mr S.&lt;br /&gt;I love Mrs S for the first time today.&lt;br /&gt;She stood up for us.&lt;br /&gt;"He can't even keep his stuff in his pants." - Adela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I hate Ms W too.&lt;br /&gt;Boring old fag.&lt;br /&gt;She's not boring.&lt;br /&gt;She's freaking boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope tomorrow is over soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-4465576816840410766?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/4465576816840410766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=4465576816840410766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/4465576816840410766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/4465576816840410766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2009/03/running-track-rain.html' title='Running track (Rain)'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-7295182917957999494</id><published>2009-02-25T00:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T01:09:37.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Artsy</title><content type='html'>I got 38 1/2 / 50 for Art,&lt;br /&gt;Which is an A1 for art.&lt;br /&gt;But my mom says it isn't important, so it doesn't count.&lt;br /&gt;Expected.&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least Art, Literature and History pull my marks up.&lt;br /&gt;While Math and Science pull my marks down.&lt;br /&gt;So what, I'm a dumbo?&lt;br /&gt;Could be.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, perhaps I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My throat is so hoarse now.&lt;br /&gt;After yelling at the top of my voice.&lt;br /&gt;For Sports Heats and Class Tees.&lt;br /&gt;Being Sports Captain is so tiring, especially in this time of the year.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so infuriated with Mrs S over class tees.&lt;br /&gt;I still am.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like walking over to her and shake her till her teeth rattle for interuptting me in the middle of the announcement over class tees and saying that it is not prohibited.&lt;br /&gt;Hah, we'll make it prohibited then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what will your baby be named?"&lt;br /&gt;"I haven't decided yet."&lt;br /&gt;"I know! Mathematics Hoy."&lt;br /&gt;Funny Klar.&lt;br /&gt;Poor Mrs Hoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for tomorrow to be over.&lt;br /&gt;But I shall wait.&lt;br /&gt;Very patiently.&lt;br /&gt;I shall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-7295182917957999494?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/7295182917957999494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=7295182917957999494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/7295182917957999494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've downloaded a few songs.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, any more nice songs to suggest?&lt;br /&gt;Preferably English.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-913022798010943037?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/913022798010943037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=913022798010943037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/913022798010943037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/913022798010943037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tell me I’m special even though I know I’m not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Make me feel good when I hurt so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Barely getting mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I’m so glad I found you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I love being around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;You make it easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Its as easy as 1-2-1-2-3-4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;There’s only one thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;To Do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Three words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;For you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(I love you) I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou shal't never fall for a Cassie-Hazel-and-Cheryl-maybe-Charlene conspired trick.&lt;br /&gt;First it's Ca's alleged boyfriend called Mr Jeremy who swims.&lt;br /&gt;Second its CPS.&lt;br /&gt;And now its Ad B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Because Cassie and Hazel love teasing you."-&lt;/em&gt; Cheryl&lt;br /&gt;That sucks. A lot. I swear.&lt;br /&gt;They keep bullying me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick sick sick.&lt;br /&gt;Of CmPS.&lt;br /&gt;The project which wastes ink, time, electricity and papers.&lt;br /&gt;Truck loads and loads and loads of paper.&lt;br /&gt;And now, there's Chinese CmPS.&lt;br /&gt;Sickiest sucky ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People and people and people are ALWAYS trying to steal pictures of Taylor L from me on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm very fed up.&lt;br /&gt;With this Emma something something person.&lt;br /&gt;Who looks so nice and smiley in her display picture but is so totally nasty and pasty and cheapo to steal away ALL my low-level difficulty Taylor L pictures.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hot on your tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Mr T comforting a girl who looked as if her boyfriend left her and hurt her so bad.&lt;br /&gt;By the alley.&lt;br /&gt;How painful and embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: If boyfriend breaks up with you, chin up, chest out and walk away proudly as if you broke up with him. Then go back to your room, cry and punch the pillow and burn every picture of him. And then move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an Apple flavoured lollipop.&lt;br /&gt;And I feel so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I love being around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You make it so easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-7549716972687691677?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/7549716972687691677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=7549716972687691677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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seen Charlene go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Until the moment when Cheryl ,Charlene and I flicked through a magazine and saw Jean-Luc B's photo.&lt;br /&gt;That was the very moment she went berserk.&lt;br /&gt;And my eyes haven't gotten any bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still do not believe Cassie and Hazel.&lt;br /&gt;Neither do I see any harm in not believeing.&lt;br /&gt;But in fact, more harm in actually believing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't done my CmPS rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;Off to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-7275100448693533165?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/7275100448693533165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-3876400005015513060</id><published>2009-02-18T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T00:20:29.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great.</title><content type='html'>Oh great, there's Chinese spelling tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;And I kinda really dislike Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel and Cassie are always lying to me.&lt;br /&gt;I won't trust a word they say now.&lt;br /&gt;Not even the one about CPS.&lt;br /&gt;I was snorting and scoffing when Hazel said she used my name and told CPS that I like 'em.&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not believeing that.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he lost his alleged hotness when you told me that.&lt;br /&gt;He's a bimbo man for he goes to an International school.&lt;br /&gt;Bimbo bimbo.&lt;br /&gt;Although he's whatever mix-mix.&lt;br /&gt;Mixtures do not always turn out right, in such a case where I've changed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;All for fun's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I like my art.&lt;br /&gt;I can't draw.&lt;br /&gt;But I love sketching.&lt;br /&gt;Well, both are different right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms S keeps saying I swallow my words.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't breathe.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying.&lt;br /&gt;To talk clearly.&lt;br /&gt;To breathe.&lt;br /&gt;To not look so mean o' scary.&lt;br /&gt;To smile even when the sun is shining on my face and into my eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-3876400005015513060?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/3876400005015513060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Yet.</title><content type='html'>I've got one of the highest in class for History.&lt;br /&gt;(:(:(:&lt;br /&gt;I failed Math.&lt;br /&gt;I failed Science.&lt;br /&gt;I barely passed Geography.&lt;br /&gt;This was heard from Adela who shouted across the room,"&lt;em&gt;Cherie, you're only good at Literature and History!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a calm mind only when I have a chocolate or lollipop in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Talking to boys give me clammy hands. It's so weird, I find. Maybe it's due to the fact that I'm in a girls school.&lt;br /&gt;Oh hell yea, I'm uber straight.&lt;br /&gt;Why else am I Team Jacob?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so jealous and its so unfair.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-2929704096908574568?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/2929704096908574568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=2929704096908574568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/2929704096908574568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/2929704096908574568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2009/02/top-of-world-yet.html' title='Top Of The World. Yet.'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-8417208334163267601</id><published>2009-02-13T04:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T06:14:00.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolates and hearts</title><content type='html'>Happy Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;Well,I've got flowers CHarlene and Cheryl and loads and loads of lovely chocolates, mostly Hershley's Kisses and Rochers, and many many candies, from all my lovely friends. Even Emily and Rena whom I thought would have forgotten me.&lt;br /&gt;And Cassie said she'll give me a pocketful of sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe giving out exam paper on the eve of Valentine's is good.&lt;br /&gt;You've got chocolates to stop your crying and make you feel happier even though you've already started crying, embarrassingly.&lt;br /&gt;I swear chocolates can stop tears.&lt;br /&gt;And you'll start singing "always look on the bright side of life", even.&lt;br /&gt;I feel much MUCH better after eating chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;(:(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so horrible after taking "Which mean girl are you?" quiz on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;I turned out to be Regina.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have Valentines.&lt;br /&gt;Namely my teddy bear, Hazel who agreed to be and y dear wonderful chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;I've got valentines.&lt;br /&gt;(:(:(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-8417208334163267601?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/8417208334163267601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=8417208334163267601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/8417208334163267601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/8417208334163267601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2009/02/chocolates-and-hearts.html' title='Chocolates and hearts'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-120485243038866883</id><published>2009-02-09T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T01:08:17.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Milky Bar.</title><content type='html'>Hell, someone I wouldn't like to see, saw me at Parkway.&lt;br /&gt;And that person started sms-ing me.&lt;br /&gt;Being obliged to reply, I just typed one-word sentences.&lt;br /&gt;Had he been smarter, he would have just left me alone long ago instead of asking me at the end " do you still want to chat or run along with your stuff".&lt;br /&gt;Need I still say more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used the flowers Hazel gave me to play "He love me, he love me not".&lt;br /&gt;C: I like the answer that came out.&lt;br /&gt;After which Charlene suggested tearing some paper and used the petals to fry fried rice, with the ruler as the ladle.&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl proceeded cutting the stalk into pieces of alleged long beans.&lt;br /&gt;All of which we later gave back to Hazel who was so horrified, she started running after Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolates are absolutely devine.&lt;br /&gt;I must have them in hand when Math and Science papers are released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like reading the embarrassing things that happen to girls in magazines.&lt;br /&gt;They make me feel better after an embarrassing day.&lt;br /&gt;Some examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I was dancing with my crush at the last disco dance of the year when my pants suddenly came off. To make matters worse, I did not bring extra underwear as I had swimming earlier and thought it was okay to go commando. So there I was standing on the dance floor, bottom half exposed!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I was at the beach one day and I was seated 50 metres away from my crush. I decided to walk in front of him hoping to catch his attention. Just as I took my first step I fell flat on my face. Even worse, the wind started blowing strongly and lifted my dress up. My hot pink underwear certainly did catch everyone's attention, including my crush's!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did pretty embarrasing things myself too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-120485243038866883?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/120485243038866883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=120485243038866883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/120485243038866883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/120485243038866883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2009/02/milky-bar.html' title='Milky Bar.'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-9157830772071523010</id><published>2009-02-05T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T05:47:59.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A passionate love affair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SYrtjEbaxZI/AAAAAAAAAVY/cc7Ki0tf8KM/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299309098294756754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 84px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SYrtjEbaxZI/AAAAAAAAAVY/cc7Ki0tf8KM/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SYrtUJaEf7I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/QS-QvorxGvU/s1600-h/AR9IRB7CAAB511ECAQHT7VDCA0T2PK3CAMXC324CAI27Q0NCASOE42QCASQDOH9CAG3VKM1CA3EZIB9CA8EGID4CAPSNFYOCA82XXIYCA52ZOUOCAJ6NFHTCAHCVORWCAIM80VLCAUL8ZLMCA1C65JKCAVSWWUK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299308841933242290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SYrtUJaEf7I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/QS-QvorxGvU/s400/AR9IRB7CAAB511ECAQHT7VDCA0T2PK3CAMXC324CAI27Q0NCASOE42QCASQDOH9CAG3VKM1CA3EZIB9CA8EGID4CAPSNFYOCA82XXIYCA52ZOUOCAJ6NFHTCAHCVORWCAIM80VLCAUL8ZLMCA1C65JKCAVSWWUK.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SYrtASqrDQI/AAAAAAAAAVA/6KI8zZ30pAs/s1600-h/images1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299308500821413122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 88px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SYrtASqrDQI/AAAAAAAAAVA/6KI8zZ30pAs/s400/images1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With chocolates. &lt;div&gt;I can't imagine a life without chocolates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing to fall back on for comfort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Michael Levine, nutrition researcher:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Chemically speaking, chocolate really is the world's perfect food. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;What more to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in dire need of those sinful indulgence, now.&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/5174055629366666322-9157830772071523010?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SYrtjEbaxZI/AAAAAAAAAVY/cc7Ki0tf8KM/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-7204033842102179729</id><published>2009-02-02T01:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T01:59:35.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>M for Miracles</title><content type='html'>Somehow, two hearts find their ways and keep the dream alive.&lt;br /&gt;It's a M, for miracle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-7204033842102179729?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-7898145057150442910</id><published>2009-02-02T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T01:58:15.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Power of One</title><content type='html'>Baby baby baby, I just died today.&lt;br /&gt;I screwed a question about cooling curves, cancelled a correct answer on neutrons and lost four marks to Science.&lt;br /&gt;I've glided through History, battled through science.&lt;br /&gt;And now, it shall be time for Geography and Maths.&lt;br /&gt;Baby baby baby, how do think I'd live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-7898145057150442910?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-6445778028335839263</id><published>2009-01-29T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T20:57:53.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Un-ready</title><content type='html'>I love the creators of Superman.&lt;br /&gt;And Superman himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ready or not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I'm so not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can easily find Hazel anywhere, especially in quizzes with questions such as "Your best friend offered to hook you up with her hottest cousin, what will you do?"&lt;br /&gt;What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;Hazel: "&lt;em&gt;You want? My cousin is like slightly darker than you. And he's quite hot."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:"&lt;em&gt;Okay...."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel:"&lt;em&gt;Oh and he plays rugby&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl:" &lt;em&gt;OhMyGod rugby! I love rugby and water polo players! What's his name? Does he have muscles? Is he like buff?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:"&lt;em&gt;Uh-huh."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel:"&lt;em&gt;He's not buff, but he's got muscles. Oh and his mom is Indonesian so he's a Muslim."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:"&lt;em&gt;Huh. But I want to eat pork leh."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassie who was sitting beside Hazel went into a fit of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm mugging, hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-6445778028335839263?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/6445778028335839263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=6445778028335839263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/6445778028335839263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/6445778028335839263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2009/01/un-ready.html' title='Un-ready'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-2764043063502278106</id><published>2009-01-23T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T22:53:48.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bay Of Pigs</title><content type='html'>a) Don't ask me why I didn't go back to TNS.&lt;br /&gt;b) I'm craving for chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;c) Everyone keeps asking me if I have a boyfriend. I DON'T!&lt;br /&gt;d) Oh, the topic I like best in Math is algebra because there's, uh, alphabets in it.&lt;br /&gt;e) I'm in delimmia over the NYAA thing.&lt;br /&gt;f) Chinese New Year is coming. Which means goodies and money and yummy food and new clothes.&lt;br /&gt;g) I think Bay Of Pigs sounds reallly cool.&lt;br /&gt;h) The only reason I can think of about why I passed Maths test is because its Maths test for bimbos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:(:(:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Winnie and Mavis for your encouragement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-2764043063502278106?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/2764043063502278106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=2764043063502278106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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should be PROPER celebration for me- &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I've pass my maths test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time.&lt;br /&gt;Considering I failed EVERY Math paper last year and getting A2 for this paper.&lt;br /&gt;I shall be working harder.&lt;br /&gt;I love my friends who were so supportive and very encouraging.&lt;br /&gt;And everybody else in the class.&lt;br /&gt;Adela, Charlene, Cheryl and many many more.&lt;br /&gt;Especially my classmates.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;Maybe quiting the school team has paid off.&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;TO THE HELL WITH EVERY PAST PAPERS.&lt;br /&gt;And I want to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joy to the world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-2442961873717192664?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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above your light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Carry me through the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hold me secure in flight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sing me to sleep tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red underwear help ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;I swear.&lt;br /&gt;1. The prefect didn't book me after I didn't wear school socks albeit intending to.&lt;br /&gt;2. Teacher didn't scold me after forgotting to do homework.&lt;br /&gt;3. Chinese homework was then dragged to Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;4. We saw AMG.&lt;br /&gt;All because of-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choices I make might make me lose out for now.&lt;br /&gt;But after a while, I'll realise its good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love school, as much as it makes me however tired.&lt;br /&gt;I like the feeling of this tiredness.&lt;br /&gt;Its different from the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep studying and studying.&lt;br /&gt;The only difference from last year is that I don't seem to get tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like dancing.&lt;br /&gt;I like gym-ing.&lt;br /&gt;I like school.&lt;br /&gt;I like tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt;All's fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always benefit after listening to me.&lt;br /&gt;And I never lie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-7323989278100543608?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-6426937703867085845</id><published>2009-01-11T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T01:17:32.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gravely mistaken</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;But my intentions are good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-6426937703867085845?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/6426937703867085845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=6426937703867085845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/6426937703867085845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/6426937703867085845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2009/01/gravely-mistaken.html' title='Gravely mistaken'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-20570393326392681</id><published>2009-01-08T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T00:46:09.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Young minds</title><content type='html'>Just came back from gym.&lt;br /&gt;And ate a tomato.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TK guys are so immature.&lt;br /&gt;When Cheryl, Cassie, Hazel and I were at the fence at the netball court playing netball.&lt;br /&gt;There was this guy who was apparently at the bushes and he was like," Hello p******" three times.&lt;br /&gt;And when we ignored him, he came back the second time and repeated what he said.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot be ignorant about what he said cursing and as Cheryl said "this is a feminist school. We are feminist and we just don't sit there and watch".&lt;br /&gt;So we returned him what he said. What is one helpless guy against three girls?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;And while his friends just guffawed, he continued shouting vulgarities.&lt;br /&gt;How immature. Probably some sec1s who are well, immature.&lt;br /&gt;I shall not disclose what we did back to him. So what, we were on starboard side.&lt;br /&gt;And we ran off after I shouted," Shut up, bunny" to him.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modeling for Victoria's Secret Fashion show is such fun.&lt;br /&gt;I did a Superman model stance, while Cheryl did a Batman one.&lt;br /&gt;Charlene just sit down there and laughed.&lt;br /&gt;Cat walk lessons, anyone??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might just like imitating Barberella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rewind-&lt;br /&gt;New Year midnight was spent at Clark Quay spraying snow spray at everyone.&lt;br /&gt;(;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Forward-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday is probably the only half a free day I have.&lt;br /&gt;All the other days are packed, busy, full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't bother reviving this blog.&lt;br /&gt;It's too dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-20570393326392681?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/20570393326392681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=20570393326392681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/20570393326392681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/20570393326392681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2009/01/young-minds.html' title='Young minds'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-2321372922249851446</id><published>2009-01-05T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T23:29:55.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead tired</title><content type='html'>I'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;Since being back to school, I've been sooo busy.&lt;br /&gt;Homework, homework, AND homework.&lt;br /&gt;So damn stressful.&lt;br /&gt;Shan't waste time now.&lt;br /&gt;Adieus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-2321372922249851446?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/2321372922249851446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=2321372922249851446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/2321372922249851446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/2321372922249851446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2009/01/dead-tired.html' title='Dead tired'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-3264517192738426415</id><published>2009-01-02T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T02:19:53.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expensive talk</title><content type='html'>I'm happy to be back at school.&lt;br /&gt;Despite my school shoes being so big.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just weary about the stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMG spotted today.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so suprised!&lt;br /&gt;Happy too, very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised Mavis to blog on the fun we had on the nidnight of New Year.&lt;br /&gt;I can't now as I'm busy.&lt;br /&gt;But I shall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-3264517192738426415?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/3264517192738426415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=3264517192738426415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/3264517192738426415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/3264517192738426415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2009/01/expensive-talk.html' title='Expensive talk'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-6479932297120892861</id><published>2008-12-30T21:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T21:22:35.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaron J</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SVsA-Kk27EI/AAAAAAAAATI/g59WTeGoXAU/s1600-h/aaron_johnson_1215384158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285819655640247362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SVsA-Kk27EI/AAAAAAAAATI/g59WTeGoXAU/s400/aaron_johnson_1215384158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SVsA5Q2hkYI/AAAAAAAAATA/5pNKdywuI2o/s1600-h/aaron_johnson_1221324911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285819571425612162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SVsA5Q2hkYI/AAAAAAAAATA/5pNKdywuI2o/s400/aaron_johnson_1221324911.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SVsA1KVghOI/AAAAAAAAAS4/xoA3AYI5Vxc/s1600-h/aaron_johnson_1215384175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285819500957041890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SVsA1KVghOI/AAAAAAAAAS4/xoA3AYI5Vxc/s400/aaron_johnson_1215384175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SVsAw05bkuI/AAAAAAAAASw/vWX7CZhsknk/s1600-h/aaron_johnson_1215384222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285819426482655970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SVsAw05bkuI/AAAAAAAAASw/vWX7CZhsknk/s400/aaron_johnson_1215384222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron J.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drop dead gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-6479932297120892861?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SVsA-Kk27EI/AAAAAAAAATI/g59WTeGoXAU/s72-c/aaron_johnson_1215384158.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-1001308287824027772</id><published>2008-12-30T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T20:49:48.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new climax</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Au revior, 2009!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Adieus, 2008!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I love all of you guys too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;(((((((((;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;Keep counting down!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-1001308287824027772?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/1001308287824027772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=1001308287824027772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/1001308287824027772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/1001308287824027772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-climax.html' title='A new climax'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-488475151329999295</id><published>2008-12-29T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T23:34:01.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What makes me smile-</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;If I could fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Into the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Do you think time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Would pass me by'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Cause you know I'd walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A thousand miles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;If I could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Just see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As tagged by Vera.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Each player of this game start with 10 weird things/habits/little known factof themselves.&lt;br /&gt;2) At the end list out 10 people to be tagged.&lt;br /&gt;3) No tagging back cos it is pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 weird things/habits/little known facts about me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I love salty chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't have a Facebook/Myspace or even Friendster account. They're very BORING!&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't drink gassy drinks.&lt;br /&gt;4. I like baking cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;5. I think AMGs are so CUTE! Especially Aaron-something from Angus, Thongs and Snogging.&lt;br /&gt;6. I love yoghurt and tomatoes are soooooo yummy.&lt;br /&gt;7. I love eating fruits and vegetables and sandwiches. My free portion of those green things mainly come from Charlene, who hates veggies.&lt;br /&gt;8. I have no crushes now. Okay, maybe Mr Starbucks, but I don't even know who he is!&lt;br /&gt;9. I &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Super&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;man&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;10. My fashion taste is differs from many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wish list for 2009:&lt;br /&gt;1. Pass Maths.&lt;br /&gt;2. A million more wishes.&lt;br /&gt;3. For Chloe to get out of her cheena ass school and transfer to TKGS!&lt;br /&gt;4. See more AMGs!&lt;br /&gt;5. For everything to prosper.&lt;br /&gt;6. BFFL (Best Friends For Life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Do or do not. Don't try."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-488475151329999295?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/488475151329999295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=488475151329999295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/488475151329999295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/488475151329999295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-makes-me-smile.html' title='What makes me smile-'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-4259168034881441500</id><published>2008-12-29T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T00:29:50.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hush, babe, hush</title><content type='html'>I love speaking to Chloe.&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, she's trapped in that uber-horrid-cheena school of hers where the ratio of cheena people to local people is the equivalent of 1:2.&lt;br /&gt;Where there's no AMGs, but cheenas.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, no AMGs but cheenas?!! Kill me.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry Chloe, I'll get you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very worried.&lt;br /&gt;Because a)I'm forgetting how Mr Starbucks look like b)school's re-opening c)it's wayyyyyy to fast d)where's Mr Starbucks???&lt;br /&gt;)):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like post and after Christmas sales.&lt;br /&gt;Really super.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-4259168034881441500?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/4259168034881441500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=4259168034881441500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/4259168034881441500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/4259168034881441500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2008/12/hush-babe-hush.html' title='Hush, babe, hush'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-2406887083225019992</id><published>2008-12-27T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T22:47:17.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Other worldly things-</title><content type='html'>I like the movie "Aviator".&lt;br /&gt;Though I know many people might not like it in fact, complaining it too slow.&lt;br /&gt;But I enjoyed it immensely.&lt;br /&gt;Although the show has been quite a while, its maing in 2003.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My damn Internet broke down.&lt;br /&gt;And I was sooo busy.&lt;br /&gt;Can't possibly update when I'm that busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, school's re-opening.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;Though the most enjoyable time in school is probably the first 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;For talking to your friends and discussing about the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, can't wait to see who my juniors are.&lt;br /&gt;Heard from Chloe that TKGS cut-off point is 24+.&lt;br /&gt;Since we became a Band 1 school.&lt;br /&gt;Which means my juniors are smarter then me.&lt;br /&gt;How could that be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm rushing.&lt;br /&gt;So tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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things-'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-5495574341134291835</id><published>2008-12-21T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T23:38:03.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drats</title><content type='html'>I have to wrap presents.&lt;br /&gt;I have to try to iron the clothes.&lt;br /&gt;I have to do assessment.&lt;br /&gt;I have to off the computer now.&lt;br /&gt;I have to think of 2 presents which I want.&lt;br /&gt;Drats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why oh why must those DHS people move back into their renovated campus?&lt;br /&gt;They're so terribly noisy.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so terribly sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-5495574341134291835?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/5495574341134291835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=5495574341134291835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/5495574341134291835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/5495574341134291835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2008/12/drats.html' title='Drats'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-297131664983625834</id><published>2008-12-21T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T23:16:46.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scream-</title><content type='html'>I think Fahrenheit concert was superrrrrrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;Superrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can say.&lt;br /&gt;I went. (free tickets)&lt;br /&gt;I watched.&lt;br /&gt;I stood up.&lt;br /&gt;To clap and whoop.&lt;br /&gt;A standing ovation.&lt;br /&gt;That was what they really deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestey, I really can't wait for Christmas and New Year to come.&lt;br /&gt;It's just 3 days away.&lt;br /&gt;I want to open my presents, count down to 2009.&lt;br /&gt;And impatiently wait for school to reopen.&lt;br /&gt;To see my friends everyday shall be one of my greatest joy of all.&lt;br /&gt;To count my blessings is another one.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so into the Christmas-sy feeling now.&lt;br /&gt;And when the new year starts, I shall go to school.&lt;br /&gt;And with my friends, criticise the things that are "so late year" and "so this year".&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and to wear my green uniform again, shall be one of my temporary joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlene asked me what I want for my X'mas present.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I've already got a snow globe from my dad.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need cloth bag.&lt;br /&gt;I've got new slippers.&lt;br /&gt;Enough clothes.&lt;br /&gt;A handphone...&lt;br /&gt;So I told her, "&lt;em&gt; I want world peace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;She replied," &lt;em&gt;Like I don't. Tell me when you're know."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I want world peace.&lt;br /&gt;Because I've got everything, but world peace.&lt;br /&gt;And I still can't think of a present to tell Charlene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albeit quitting the netball team, I still think Cassie should be THE TEAM CAPTAIN.&lt;br /&gt;And I think she'll carry out this duty really well.&lt;br /&gt;Responsible, fair, really skilful.&lt;br /&gt;I think the team should appeal to Ms L if they really disagree about R.&lt;br /&gt;Do what you think is right.&lt;br /&gt;If Cassie becaomes the team captain, and if she really wants the team to win/ is on the verge of losing, she should sing HSM song when Troy Bolton was playing his final game.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe... it will help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 days of hard thinking, I, Cherie Lim, still can't tell Charlene what present I'd want.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-297131664983625834?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/297131664983625834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=297131664983625834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/297131664983625834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/297131664983625834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2008/12/scream.html' title='Scream-'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-732943840724719729</id><published>2008-12-16T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T23:24:10.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burn, burning, burnt. Don't mess around.</title><content type='html'>1. (My friends) are superrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;2. (I'm listening to) Hello Seattle by Owl City.&lt;br /&gt;3. (Maybe I should learn) martial arts for self-defense.&lt;br /&gt;4. (I love) the whole universe.&lt;br /&gt;5. (My plan) is to be a spy or a war nurse.&lt;br /&gt;6. (I don't understand) why I can't pass Maths despite studying to hard. And why humans destroy everything.&lt;br /&gt;7. (I lost) 2 pinafores in one year.&lt;br /&gt;8. (People say) AMGs are so much better than others.&lt;br /&gt;9. (I'm missing) ny USB cable.&lt;br /&gt;10. (Love is) so un-resonable.&lt;br /&gt;11. (Somewhere, someone is) in pain.&lt;br /&gt;12. (I'm always searching for) my comb.&lt;br /&gt;13. (Forever seems) like there's no end to it.&lt;br /&gt;14. (I don't want to be) like my sister.&lt;br /&gt;15. (My mobile phone) is a tool used to communicate?&lt;br /&gt;16. (When I wake up in the morning) I vow to not waste this day.&lt;br /&gt;17. (I get annoyed when) people accuse me. People not doing the right things.&lt;br /&gt;18. (Parties are) a great way to make new friends and socialise!&lt;br /&gt;19. (Today I) will help my mom iron clothes and burn songs.&lt;br /&gt;20. (Tomorrow I will) live on a whole new day.&lt;br /&gt;21. ( I really want) to live a great life and die happily.&lt;br /&gt;22. (I miss) my friends and school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I threw a whole container of ice jelly at my sisters' back.&lt;br /&gt;I felt contended that she was left wet and that appeased my anger.&lt;br /&gt;The truth:&lt;br /&gt;She dropped "my" ice jelly.&lt;br /&gt;Claimed that there was no more left, saw her eating the remaining one, which was mine since she dropped and destroyed the other one.&lt;br /&gt;Took that from her, she pushed me against that wall, made me dropped some of it.&lt;br /&gt;And I did what I thought was extremely right; I threw the whole ice jelly at her.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, because of the high velocity and force I used to throw the ice jelly neatly aimed at her back and made a mess of the entire place. And her shirt.&lt;br /&gt;Which I cleaned it up the messs, but not her dirt shirt.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the clean up was nothing compared to seeing the ice jelly went plack all over her back.&lt;br /&gt;Serves her right for lying and pushing me against the wall and making the ice jelly drop.&lt;br /&gt;((((((((:&lt;br /&gt;She got what she deserve.&lt;br /&gt;She want the ice jelly.&lt;br /&gt;I gave it to her.&lt;br /&gt;Sha got it, alright.&lt;br /&gt;All over her back.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't feel what I did was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;((((((((((((((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-732943840724719729?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/732943840724719729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=732943840724719729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/732943840724719729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/732943840724719729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2008/12/burn-burning-burnt-dont-mess-around.html' title='Burn, burning, burnt. Don&apos;t mess around.'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-754539239776906716</id><published>2008-12-13T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T21:24:38.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part of Me</title><content type='html'>I actually wanted to play "stalking".&lt;br /&gt;But Charlene, the good girl, insisted we should not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"No don't want la!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see any harm.&lt;br /&gt;It's supposed to hone my spying skills.&lt;br /&gt;Orchard is such a crowded place and people would be too busy to notice us anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I don't see the harm.&lt;br /&gt;It would have been really really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturdays with Charlene.&lt;br /&gt;Very funny.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Tanglin Mall a few moments after Cassie has just left.&lt;br /&gt;How very ironic.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone teach me how to burn a CD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-754539239776906716?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/754539239776906716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=754539239776906716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/754539239776906716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/754539239776906716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2008/12/part-of-me.html' title='Part of Me'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-9015149577948363014</id><published>2008-12-11T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:25:31.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At last</title><content type='html'>Finally, I've finished editing the skin.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be off to do my maths for a while&lt;br /&gt;Destest Maths.&lt;br /&gt;But I'll say what I think my friends will be like in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Charlene&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End up at a management post in a company. Married. End up with 2 kids which she manages not-so perfectly. Currently have this image of her steeping out of her Honda and into her husband's arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cheryl&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End up somewhere in America (her dream). Wall Street, shall be slight possibility. Currently I have this image of her stacking goods at Wal-Mart on a tall ladder, in America. Will have at least 2 kids or more. Married. 2 kids are frequently scolded in a sacarstic manner by Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cassie&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End up at a desk bound job in a well-to-do company. Or a housewife. Currently I have an image of her at the receptionist/secretary desk picking up calls. Will have 3 kids. Manages children in authoritarian style. Married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hazel&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End up as a sports instructor/ personal trainer. Married. Has a kid. Currently have an image of her teaching a fat guy how to do some work out at a gym. Kid shall be called Hazel Jr. Husband an aerobic and martial arts instructor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unmarried. Globe-trotting. Currently having an image of myself in an insolated African village feeding gorillas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therw!&lt;br /&gt;Done!&lt;br /&gt;Shall do more of my friends other time.&lt;br /&gt;Busy.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-9015149577948363014?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/9015149577948363014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=9015149577948363014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/9015149577948363014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/9015149577948363014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2008/12/at-last.html' title='At last'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-8473875831111856539</id><published>2008-12-10T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:53:38.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Hell</title><content type='html'>I can't find my USB cable.&lt;br /&gt;Dang!&lt;br /&gt;If only my maid was ehere, she'd know where it is.&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm so worried of the safety and well-being of my USB cable, I'm suffering from insomnia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting tired of this blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;I shall change it.&lt;br /&gt;Again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-8473875831111856539?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/8473875831111856539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=8473875831111856539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/8473875831111856539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/8473875831111856539'/><link rel='alternate' 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smell and the pit-pattering in the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;I think skies are fascinating too.&lt;br /&gt;I could sit down and watch the sky wash pass me for a day, and I'd never get tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think photographers could be the happiest people.&lt;br /&gt;They take care of every little detail and appreciate and are able to make use of things that they shoot.&lt;br /&gt;Even a grass patch can come out looking so amazing.&lt;br /&gt;They wouldn't miss even the tiniest detail.&lt;br /&gt;The fact that they know how to appreciate the little-est things could make them the happiest people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll say what I think Charlene, Cheryl, Cassie and Hazel would end up like in the future.&lt;br /&gt;I need time to evaluate.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-4086076813215671455?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' 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height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-8010385199632964874</id><published>2008-12-09T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:28:04.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinephile</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;My top movies/serials list:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band Of Brothers&lt;br /&gt;Blue Crush&lt;br /&gt;The Cold Case Files&lt;br /&gt;Saving Private Ryan&lt;br /&gt;Prison Break&lt;br /&gt;C.S.I&lt;br /&gt;Wild Child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;Only Charlene, Cassie and Cheryl knows why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love disturbing people by saying "Hello!" to them.&lt;br /&gt;I love disturbing strangers at that, they give you the strangest looks.&lt;br /&gt;They either:&lt;br /&gt;a) wave back&lt;br /&gt;b) smile back&lt;br /&gt;c) ignore you&lt;br /&gt;d) say "Hello!" back&lt;br /&gt;d) give you a what-the-hell-are-you-saying-hello-to-me-I-don't know-you-but-you-must-be-nuts-or-too-friendly kind of look.&lt;br /&gt;People are always sooo amusing and interesting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-8010385199632964874?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/8010385199632964874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=8010385199632964874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/8010385199632964874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/8010385199632964874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2008/12/cinephile.html' title='Cinephile'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-3810577975003245077</id><published>2008-12-09T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:58:16.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Newer</title><content type='html'>My sister coined this word.&lt;br /&gt;Gay + Lesbian = Gaybian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-3810577975003245077?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/3810577975003245077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=3810577975003245077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/3810577975003245077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/3810577975003245077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2008/12/newer.html' title='Newer'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-3147095265681401117</id><published>2008-12-09T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:57:29.157-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missing out on so much.'/><title type='text'>Zest</title><content type='html'>I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;From Genting.&lt;br /&gt;And am I ever glad to be back.&lt;br /&gt;I don't ever want to go there again.&lt;br /&gt;Not until the next 3-5 years.&lt;br /&gt;And amazingly, I didn't purge when coming down the mountain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to live in castle.&lt;br /&gt;It's like, so god damn amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Dungeons, hundreds of rooms, and those spiral stair cases.&lt;br /&gt;If I were a princess, I'll ask my friends to live with me.&lt;br /&gt;We'll ditch those horrendous gowns and those "thee" and "thou".&lt;br /&gt;We'll eat fine food without getting fat, we'll be spies for the king, and embark on dangerous missions and coming back alive.&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep fantasizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bad answer-er.&lt;br /&gt;Ask me a question, the answer either a)never comes out from me b)takes a long time to be given or c) is never a good one.&lt;br /&gt;Thus I can never become a counsellor.&lt;br /&gt;But hey, a forensic physcologist is a total shoo-in for me.&lt;br /&gt;So is a spy.&lt;br /&gt;Because spies never answer questions, hardly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm changing my CCA.&lt;br /&gt;I hope it helps and I've made the right choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom keeps complaining.&lt;br /&gt;That I don't behave like a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Girls must sit with their legs close, don't lift up your legs. Girls must be feminine, not like you! Always wear shorts and pants...Girls must sometimes put make up one...Girls...."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many expectations of being a girl.&lt;br /&gt;I hate make up. My pores will never be able to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;The closest I came was putting nail polish on my toes, but put them on my fingers, they'll defunct.&lt;br /&gt;I swear.&lt;br /&gt;And I hate flats.&lt;br /&gt;They make me have blisters and are so warm.&lt;br /&gt;Sneakers, slippers and sandals are the best.&lt;br /&gt;To me.&lt;br /&gt;If you ever see me wear a skirt, that's to please my mother.&lt;br /&gt;But puh-lease, don't get the wrong idea; that I'm a butch or a homo.&lt;br /&gt;I'm perfectly fine and my gender is not in a crisis.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;(:(:(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never going to wear a skinny, for fear that they'll make my butt look big.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've spoken too much about myself.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;Next time, I wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-3147095265681401117?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/3147095265681401117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=3147095265681401117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/3147095265681401117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/3147095265681401117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2008/12/zest.html' title='Zest'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-8971612602084530039</id><published>2008-12-04T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T23:18:56.944-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I HATE MY SISTER'/><title type='text'>Taylor L</title><content type='html'>Chanting Taylor L may have helped me a little.&lt;br /&gt;If I get mad or if I feel helpless, I chant Taylor L over and over again in my head.&lt;br /&gt;I'm silently chanting Taylor L right now.&lt;br /&gt;It helps me not to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like keeping things to myself.&lt;br /&gt;Only I shall know what I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-8971612602084530039?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/8971612602084530039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=8971612602084530039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/8971612602084530039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/8971612602084530039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2008/12/devoid.html' title='Taylor L'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-2612279272370838291</id><published>2008-12-04T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T23:18:06.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chasing Pavements</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Should I give up, Or should I just keep chasing pavements? Even if it leads nowhere, or would it be a waste? Even If I knew my place should I leave it there? Should I give up, Or should I just keep chasing pavements? Even if it leads nowhere."&lt;/em&gt; - Adele, Chasing Pavements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wonder that too.&lt;br /&gt;If I should give up or continue chasing pavements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its easy to put on mask.&lt;br /&gt;But its really hard to take it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm heading to Genting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-2612279272370838291?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/2612279272370838291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=2612279272370838291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/2612279272370838291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/2612279272370838291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2008/12/chasing-pavements.html' title='Chasing Pavements'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-736164039943726327</id><published>2008-12-03T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T21:59:37.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spots and dots.</title><content type='html'>I'm suffering from decompression.&lt;br /&gt;I never lie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-736164039943726327?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/736164039943726327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=736164039943726327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/736164039943726327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/736164039943726327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2008/12/spots-and-dots.html' title='Spots and dots.'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-509517709367074142</id><published>2008-12-03T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T21:57:06.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They ran away. To somewhere safe.</title><content type='html'>"&lt;em&gt;'Cause I know better not to be friends with boys with girlfriends."&lt;/em&gt; - Meiko, Boys With Girlfriends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to say: Taylor L.&lt;br /&gt;I feel a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think a piece by a piece.&lt;br /&gt;A little bit by a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;I will be unburdened.&lt;br /&gt;And all the bad things will just fall and wither.&lt;br /&gt;Just a little bit by a little bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-509517709367074142?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/509517709367074142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=509517709367074142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/509517709367074142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/509517709367074142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2008/12/they-ran-away-to-somewhere-safe.html' title='They ran away. To somewhere safe.'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-8798242430955217605</id><published>2008-12-02T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:17:39.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little bit just died.</title><content type='html'>I am a freak.&lt;br /&gt;I confess.&lt;br /&gt;And there's on one like me.&lt;br /&gt;An indivivual.&lt;br /&gt;That's confession number 2 and counting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-8798242430955217605?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/8798242430955217605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=8798242430955217605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/8798242430955217605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/8798242430955217605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2008/12/freak.html' title='A little bit just died.'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-359014714636322073</id><published>2008-12-02T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:10:22.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abundance</title><content type='html'>I'm helpless, but not hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;And I believe that miracles can really happen.&lt;br /&gt;Hope keeps you going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've diagnose myself.&lt;br /&gt;As a patient who is suffering from decompression sickess and migraines.&lt;br /&gt;I swear its true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've dug into my savings to buy gifts and cards.&lt;br /&gt;For my parents and friends.&lt;br /&gt;Though I have no idea what to buy for my dad.&lt;br /&gt;Any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlene won't  believe I don't date.&lt;br /&gt;Its absurd.&lt;br /&gt;I will never date famous people in any case.&lt;br /&gt;NONONO.&lt;br /&gt;My dearest Charlene, as my best friend, how could you not believe me!?&lt;br /&gt;I'm so very extremely hurt.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never eat scramble eggs.&lt;br /&gt;They make me giddy.&lt;br /&gt;As always.&lt;br /&gt;Driving down steep slopes to fast makes me purge.&lt;br /&gt;Too much car perfume makes me giddy.&lt;br /&gt;Writing on a moving object makes me sick.&lt;br /&gt;Swirling too much makes me faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God dammit.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea where my USB cable went.&lt;br /&gt;Thpugh its not a gone case.&lt;br /&gt;And there's no sound coming out from my computer.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Genting on Saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;4 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Cross my fingers that I won't purge again when we descent from the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;I could probably break the record for the number of time I purge when going down.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My confession: the Internet is boring.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to read my books.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;Happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;(;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-359014714636322073?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/359014714636322073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=359014714636322073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/359014714636322073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/359014714636322073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2008/12/abundance.html' title='Abundance'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-7515908392185619291</id><published>2008-12-01T00:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T01:03:35.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No game.</title><content type='html'>I'd never ever date.&lt;br /&gt;My future job won't allow me to anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Even if I were forced by circumstances to, I wouldn't date:&lt;br /&gt;a) movie stars&lt;br /&gt;b) models&lt;br /&gt;c) photographers for models&lt;br /&gt;d) ang mohs&lt;br /&gt;e) simply anyone famous or well-known&lt;br /&gt;Don't even dare to ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-7515908392185619291?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/7515908392185619291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=7515908392185619291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/7515908392185619291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/7515908392185619291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-game.html' title='No game.'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-7167405162149277655</id><published>2008-12-01T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T00:34:18.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Every day's a new day... 15 there's still time for you. Time to buy and time to choose. Hey 15, there's never a wish better than this. When you only got 100 years to live."&lt;/em&gt; - Five For Fighting, 100 Years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in deep shit now.&lt;br /&gt;I might lose the money I have in my wallet and definitely more.&lt;br /&gt;Unburden me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not say anymore about my dream job.&lt;br /&gt;I swear.&lt;br /&gt;You have to be intensely secretive and tight-lipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really tired.&lt;br /&gt;Of certain things.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'd just want to sleep and don't think about any other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so tired and worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one who's not a)stupid b)a-hole c)blind, they'd know what the gun is for.&lt;br /&gt;Guns are made to kill. As simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;Same goes to bombs.&lt;br /&gt;If you the ass is saying that guns are for self-defense, kiss my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom keeps disapproving over the jobs I want.&lt;br /&gt;And I know she will.&lt;br /&gt;Always.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not going to say anything.&lt;br /&gt;Except the jobs I want; no insurance company will ever want to insure my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-7167405162149277655?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/7167405162149277655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=7167405162149277655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/7167405162149277655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/7167405162149277655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2008/12/reasons.html' title='Reasons.'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-7235891403789666200</id><published>2008-11-30T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T02:55:34.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spy</title><content type='html'>I want to be one.&lt;br /&gt;Now, finally I know how to qualify for it.&lt;br /&gt;And what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forensic detection is really interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Blood platter analysis, pathology, ballistics, linguistic forensics etc.&lt;br /&gt;You'll never ever get bored of it.&lt;br /&gt;There's just to many fields in foensics.&lt;br /&gt;That you'll probably be incompetent if you just major in only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really must improve my maths if i want to fufil my dream.&lt;br /&gt;I can do it.&lt;br /&gt;I shall be my very own miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a spy has many disadvantages too.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't mind at all.&lt;br /&gt;It's part of the job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-7235891403789666200?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/7235891403789666200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=7235891403789666200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/7235891403789666200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/7235891403789666200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2008/11/spy.html' title='Spy'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-2475167026925554505</id><published>2008-11-30T02:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T02:31:51.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chokers</title><content type='html'>Finally, I'll rejoice.&lt;br /&gt;For having found the plastic chokers that has taken an inordinate amount of time to find.&lt;br /&gt;Splendid.&lt;br /&gt;Add to the fact their inexpensive.&lt;br /&gt;Now about really nice string bracelets.&lt;br /&gt;Where do you find them?&lt;br /&gt;The only one I have now is the one I bought from Redang for only $3 whereas here in Singapore they sell really thin and ugly ones at $5.&lt;br /&gt;Talking about unreasonsable prices.&lt;br /&gt;): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear I have lost 2 library books that I left at the library counter after borrowing them.&lt;br /&gt;Especially since its the 2 books I've looked forward to reading the most - murder cases and famous trials.&lt;br /&gt;Heavy heart and worries disturb my sleep badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss seeing Clara.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time, pal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go Charlene's house.&lt;br /&gt;We'll play makeover!&lt;br /&gt;Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;We'll learn skateboarding!&lt;br /&gt;It'll benefit us greatly, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;I have concocted a secret plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating frog porridge for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how, I just can't stand the sight of guys wearing skinny jeans and slippers.&lt;br /&gt;It's really really hideous.&lt;br /&gt;If you pair it up with shoes well then it may not be that bad.&lt;br /&gt;But slippers?!&lt;br /&gt;UGH!&lt;br /&gt;Dn't ever ever ever appear in front of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-2475167026925554505?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/2475167026925554505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=2475167026925554505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/2475167026925554505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/2475167026925554505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2008/11/chokers.html' title='Chokers'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-1129928385531373414</id><published>2008-11-28T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:10:19.051-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Must find WWII book.'/><title type='text'>Enthusiasm</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"I'm lovin' angels instead."&lt;/i&gt; - Robbie williams, Angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 hours isn't enough time to complete the proccess of baking 3 batches of cup cakes, make the icing, cook macarooni and washing up the entire kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;Thank god dear Charlene was there to help me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in debt towards her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"OMG I thought you were the maid. And your kitchen is so messy!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlene, when she first saw me still baking.&lt;br /&gt;Charlene is everything but a kitchen operator:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Eh how to on the fire one?"&lt;br /&gt;"CAN'T OPEN THE SPHAGETTHI!"&lt;br /&gt;"AHH!! Later the sauce all spill out how?"&lt;br /&gt;"Must put oil."&lt;br /&gt;"Need to drain the macarooni."&lt;br /&gt;"HOW TO OFF THE FIRE?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlene cooking lunch for my siblings before we cleaned up the whole kitchen and rushed off to meet Cheryl and Cassie at Cine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I did not trade places with Cheryl at the movie theatre.&lt;br /&gt;A Cody Linely look alike(!!!) spotted by Cass and I has made Cheryl incredibly jealous.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;We really should have eaten at BK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl:&lt;i&gt;"I though the first thing I'd own from Victoria's Secret is lingerie. But now its body lotion that Charlene gave me."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That cracked me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl's sister is called Charlene.&lt;br /&gt;My sister is named Charlene too.&lt;br /&gt;And Charlene is Charlene.&lt;br /&gt;See the astounding similarity?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Cherie, Cassie, Cheryl and Charlene went out to celebrate Cheryl's brthday.&lt;br /&gt;All the 4 C's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I'd never regretted is going to TKGS and meeting the best frinds in the world.&lt;br /&gt;And well, I have to agree that life in TKGS was so much better than life in TNS.&lt;br /&gt;I think girls' school is better than co-ed schools now.&lt;br /&gt;Fatuation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone knows where to find string bangles?&lt;br /&gt;And chokers that is inexpenive?&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it can only be bought in Redang or Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-1129928385531373414?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/1129928385531373414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=1129928385531373414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/1129928385531373414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/1129928385531373414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2008/11/enthusiasm.html' title='Enthusiasm'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-4579387202371656109</id><published>2008-11-26T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T23:01:54.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crainte.</title><content type='html'>I shall make life easier for my friends by trying not to add foreign words into my posts though its really fun.&lt;br /&gt;I shall not be too damning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a irrational fear and a constant nagging feeling that Charlene is up to no good!&lt;br /&gt;Must find out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-4579387202371656109?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/4579387202371656109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=4579387202371656109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/4579387202371656109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/4579387202371656109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2008/11/crainte.html' title='Crainte.'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-4859223848842941866</id><published>2008-11-26T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T22:49:43.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miniature.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"If the mind keeps thinking you've had enough, but the heart keeps telling you don't give up."&lt;/em&gt; - Various artiste, Just Stand Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing M&amp;amp;M's.&lt;br /&gt;My final ingredient.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I could replace that with rainbow sprinkles.&lt;br /&gt;But it's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to buy M&amp;amp;M's.&lt;br /&gt;I have too.&lt;br /&gt;The perfect sweet concoction for cup cakes.&lt;br /&gt;Hope Cheryl likes it.&lt;br /&gt;(:(:(:&lt;br /&gt;It's a secret no more.&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl found out when I told her about the candles and whether she prefers muffins or cup cakes.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albeit being a fad nowadays, Charlene, Cassie and I just can't stand guys who wear skinny jeans.&lt;br /&gt;For one thing, it, unfortuantely, looks like its squeezing your crotch area and minimising your movements.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, it makes you look like an ultimate gay(apologies heeded).&lt;br /&gt;Well, of course, different people will have different personal preference.&lt;br /&gt;My personal preference: cassic Levi's jeans.&lt;br /&gt;Those people tend to get a filip from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You know when people see you, they won't dare make friends with you because you look intimidating."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"How come you look at people until like that?!"&lt;br /&gt;"Like what?"&lt;br /&gt;"Like you're going to kill her."&lt;br /&gt;"I was only looking over her shoulder to see what she's typing!"&lt;br /&gt;"No. You were standing so close to her and looking at her like you were going to kill her. Thats why she so fast walk away."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was totally unintentional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You know what you look like when I first saw you?"&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;"You look like those very proud and sporty that kind then like very though like that."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I don't look like a butch.&lt;br /&gt;Simply because I'm not one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew I was that intimidating and scary.&lt;br /&gt;It really is superficial.&lt;br /&gt;It would be completely irrational too if I were to hand out a death stare to someone who is not an ass, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I want to be a a)CID officer b)bomb technician c)war nurse d)war reporter:&lt;br /&gt;1. Murderers should not be running off scot free.&lt;br /&gt;2. People in the war will/had die/died an inordinate death that should be highlighted so help and justice would hence be enforce.&lt;br /&gt;3. Any crime againts humanity for any reason nonetheless should be extinguished.&lt;br /&gt;4. Someone has got to do these jobs.&lt;br /&gt;As simple and clear cut.&lt;br /&gt;Meeting each other in heaven seems nicer too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to choose to major in any field in forensics, I'd choose linguistic forensics and blood splatter anlysis, with the likelihood of linguistics forensics.&lt;br /&gt;On the basis that no two person i this world write the same style, same handwriting.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhat similar to that of DNA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:(:(:&lt;br /&gt;I feel particularly happy.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because I'm meeting Cass, Char and Cher tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;And I haven't seen them like what seemed like years.&lt;br /&gt;Out of my own good will, I've agreed to pay half to my movie ticket.&lt;br /&gt;See Cheryl? How good I am.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St Cherie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-4859223848842941866?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/4859223848842941866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=4859223848842941866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/4859223848842941866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/4859223848842941866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2008/11/miniature.html' title='Miniature.'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-6002896771812582723</id><published>2008-11-25T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T23:52:59.755-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forensic Detection'/><title type='text'>Beer.</title><content type='html'>"&lt;em&gt;I want to thank you for giving me the best day of my life. Oh just to be with you is having the best day of my life.&lt;/em&gt; " - Dido, Thank You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should alcohol be drunk without its effects administered such as a hang over, it'd probably be the best.&lt;br /&gt;Hang overs are awful.&lt;br /&gt;But beers do smell really nice, appealing.&lt;br /&gt;God forbids me to drink more than 3 sips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thankful that Charlene's back.&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;em&gt;hueruex&lt;/em&gt; too.&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm not sure if she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to Cineleisure to celebrate Cheryl's &lt;em&gt;anniversaire &lt;/em&gt;this &lt;em&gt;piqtek&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;She's treating me to Wild Child.&lt;br /&gt;(:(:&lt;br /&gt;Because I've watch it already.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all I request for that day is for the eating place to allow &lt;em&gt;bougies&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;Secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me.&lt;br /&gt;Criminalogy, Military Sience or Journalism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is keen on me taking up Journalism.&lt;br /&gt;Military sience, not so.&lt;br /&gt;Criminalogy, fair.&lt;br /&gt;Though I've explained to her that if I were to join journalism, I'll probably will request to cover the wars stories or join the UN.&lt;br /&gt;And it'd be the same as defusing the bomb as a bomb techncian or being murdered while in line of duty as a detective, because I might be shot or massacred while covering stories in countries in the war as a reporter.&lt;br /&gt;So its the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Then you don't go these type la! Cover celebrities news or stock market."&lt;br /&gt;"Stock market makes me jittery. I hate paparazzis and pity celebrities."&lt;br /&gt;"Then you join others, got so many areas. Arts, cars, sports."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I very much prefer being a CID agent or helping out in war-torn countries as a war nurse.&lt;br /&gt;(:(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Why must you put your life at risk?"&lt;br /&gt;"Someone has got to do it, so why not me?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where my USB cable has gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweeping the floor has astonishing effects.&lt;br /&gt;Such as making the skin of your index finger peel in a blister like way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suce&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'amour,&lt;br /&gt;Cherie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-6002896771812582723?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/6002896771812582723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=6002896771812582723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/6002896771812582723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/6002896771812582723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2008/11/beer.html' title='Beer.'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-6408810570409240211</id><published>2008-11-25T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T22:25:41.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You - Dido</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; I got out of bed at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The morning rain clouds up my window &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;and I can't see at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And even if I could it'd all be grey, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;but your picture on my wall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It reminds me that it's not so bad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; it's not so bad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I drank too much last night, got bills to pay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;my head just feels in pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I missed the bus and there'll be hell today, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I'm late for work again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And even if I'm there, they'll all imply that I might not last the day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And then you call me and it's not so bad, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;it's not so bad and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I want to thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; for giving me the best day of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; Oh just to be with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;is having the best day of my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Push the door, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I'm home at last and I'm soaking through and through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Then you hand me a towel and all I see is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; And even if my house falls down, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I wouldn't have a clue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Because you're near me and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I want to thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; for giving me the best day of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; Oh just to be with you is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;having the best day of my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-6408810570409240211?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/6408810570409240211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=6408810570409240211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/6408810570409240211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/6408810570409240211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2008/11/thank-you-dido.html' title='Thank You - Dido'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-2218392430728808248</id><published>2008-11-23T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T22:17:30.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherie Loves Cheryl</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Happy 13th Birthday Cheryl!&lt;br /&gt;23-11-08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And I LOVE YOU to infinity and beyond and beyond and beyond, even when the sun has stopped burning.&lt;br /&gt;(:(:(:&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU FOR BEING SPASTIC WITH ME, FOR SHARING TEENY LITTLE SECRETS AND GOSSIPS, FOR MAKING ME LAUGH, FOR FOOLING AROUND WITH ME IN CLASS, FOR BEING SO LIVELY, AND FOR BEING A BESTIE.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU FOR BEING A SAGGITARAUS TOO, BECAUSE SAGGITAURAUS AND LEO HIT OFF.&lt;br /&gt;OH. AND I'M SORRY FOR ALLEGEDLLY CURSING YOUR NAT TO DIE UNDER THE WHEELS OF A TRUCK.&lt;br /&gt;SO HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YA!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-2218392430728808248?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/2218392430728808248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=2218392430728808248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/2218392430728808248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/2218392430728808248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2008/11/cherie-loves-cheryl.html' title='Cherie Loves Cheryl'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-1460161789978356884</id><published>2008-11-23T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T22:06:54.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bomb Squad</title><content type='html'>My parents keeps interferring with my idea of joining the bomb squad and maybe studying military science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Girls don't do this kind of things!"&lt;br /&gt;"And men do?"&lt;br /&gt;"..."&lt;br /&gt;"Someone has got to do it."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so began the argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was crying like hell while watching Saving Private Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;I know it was made in 1998 but I still LOVE it.&lt;br /&gt;I cried until my eyes were a little swollen today.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Earn this."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-1460161789978356884?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/1460161789978356884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=1460161789978356884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/1460161789978356884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/1460161789978356884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2008/11/bomb-squad.html' title='Bomb Squad'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-7794576293951843130</id><published>2008-11-23T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T21:17:31.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shed.</title><content type='html'>I love my mum.&lt;br /&gt;And shopping with her.&lt;br /&gt;The result of shopping with her inculdes a dress, 2 shirts, silver iPanema slippers and a Nike bottle.&lt;br /&gt;Although she keeps moaning about how dull I am with all my black colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"But black is a girl's best friend."&lt;br /&gt;"Who say? Teenage girls must wear bright and vibrant colours."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost, naturally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-7794576293951843130?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/7794576293951843130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=7794576293951843130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/7794576293951843130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/7794576293951843130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2008/11/shed_23.html' title='Shed.'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-1660512333717065088</id><published>2008-11-21T22:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T22:35:06.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlene.</title><content type='html'>Just spoken to Charlene in her hotel room in the States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm in some small town. Going to see The Golden Bridge tomorrow."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She refuse to tell me where she is.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her crazy anyway!&lt;br /&gt;[:[:[:&lt;br /&gt;I'm so jealous she got to take pictures with dear Stitch.&lt;br /&gt;AHH!&lt;br /&gt;She's coming back soon anyway!&lt;br /&gt;Misss her to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo and behold, my future: (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="FONT-SIZE: 12px; BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_bg.jpg); BACKGROUND-REPEAT: no-repeat; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial'" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="4"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="4"&gt;&lt;a title="eSpin the Bottle" href="http://www.espin.com/index.php?trip=833"&gt;&lt;img title="Behold... My Future" height="150" alt="Behold... My Future" src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_ext_title.gif" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" width="100"&gt;&lt;img height="50" src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_crush.gif" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px" width="193"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I will marry &lt;b&gt;Chad Micheal Murray&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" width="100"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="50" src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_live_city.gif" width="50" /&gt;&lt;img height="50" src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_live_house.gif" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px" width="193"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After a wild honeymoon, We will settle down in &lt;b&gt;Hawaii&lt;/b&gt; in our fabulous &lt;b&gt;Apartment&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" width="100"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="50" src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_kids.gif" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px" width="193"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We will have &lt;b&gt;9 kid(s)&lt;/b&gt; together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" width="100"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="50" src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_car.gif" width="50" /&gt;&lt;img height="50" src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_color.gif" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px" width="193"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Our family will zoom around in a &lt;b&gt;Lime Green Bruce Rick\'s Old Wagon&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" width="100"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="50" src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_money.gif" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px" width="193"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I will spend my days as a &lt;b&gt;War nurse&lt;/b&gt;, and live happily ever after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="4"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="4"&gt;&lt;a title="whats your future" href="http://www.espin.com/mash-game.php?trip=833"&gt;&lt;img height="33" alt="whats your future" src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_what_yours.gif" width="163" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="4"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMjczMzU1NTQ5NTMmcHQ9MTIyNzMzNTU3ODg5MCZwPTExMDk5MSZkPU1hc2grR2FtZSZnPTEmdD*mbz*4ZmQyM2NmZWM5ZjY*YmE3ODNmYWQ3ZjAzM2ViYzQwNQ==.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty astounding.&lt;br /&gt;I plan to do it over, sometime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-1660512333717065088?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/1660512333717065088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=1660512333717065088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/1660512333717065088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/1660512333717065088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2008/11/charlene.html' title='Charlene.'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-8631608644135594361</id><published>2008-11-21T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:31:07.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romeo's dead, Juliet.</title><content type='html'>A 15 year old boy was lynched in India after reportedly writting a love letter to a girl of a different caste.&lt;br /&gt;He was trashed, paraded through the streets wit a shaved head and then thrown under a train.&lt;br /&gt;Cause: He romantice being with the girl of his dreams and declaring his undying love for her.&lt;br /&gt;Effect: He was lynched as a result.&lt;br /&gt;How stupid can the caste system get?&lt;br /&gt;Extremely.&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, what can be more romantic than forbidden love?&lt;br /&gt;Like the story of Romeo and Juliet.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the girl will kill herself because her Romeo had died.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the result of forbidden love.&lt;br /&gt;Hoplessly romantic.&lt;br /&gt;Period.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-8631608644135594361?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/8631608644135594361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=8631608644135594361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>Anyone knows how to be PART of The Straits Times Media Club?&lt;br /&gt;If so, kindly tell me how.&lt;br /&gt;Merci.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-6864235741333743851?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/6864235741333743851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=6864235741333743851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/6864235741333743851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/6864235741333743851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2008/11/access.html' title='Access'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-5816681402431479736</id><published>2008-11-19T18:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T18:43:02.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hazel.</title><content type='html'>I'm so glad to have you back.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you alot, I admit.&lt;br /&gt;Hearing your wicked laughter.&lt;br /&gt;Don't do such things again, okay?&lt;br /&gt;It left us all confuse, hurt and angry.&lt;br /&gt;I swear its so good to have you back.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm glad it all came through.&lt;br /&gt;For you and for us.&lt;br /&gt;(:(:(:&lt;br /&gt;I missed you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog, is like officially dead.&lt;br /&gt;And I see no point of reviving.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I mind either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'amour,&lt;br /&gt;Cherie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-5816681402431479736?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/5816681402431479736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=5816681402431479736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/5816681402431479736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/5816681402431479736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2008/11/hazel.html' title='Hazel.'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-7968762512637760980</id><published>2008-11-19T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T18:44:40.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smarts</title><content type='html'>Damn.&lt;br /&gt;My father has purposely plugged out the Internet connection cable.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I've outsmarted him when I found the cable and plugged it back in.&lt;br /&gt;(:(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl, I thought we were going to wait for Charlene to come back then we celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;Unless you mind a belated birthday.&lt;br /&gt;But we'll make it up to you.&lt;br /&gt;In a special way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-7968762512637760980?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/7968762512637760980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=7968762512637760980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/7968762512637760980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/7968762512637760980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2008/11/smarts.html' title='Smarts'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-4306098695849070927</id><published>2008-11-18T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T21:26:25.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surf</title><content type='html'>I want to stay near to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;Phuket.&lt;br /&gt;Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;Krabi.&lt;br /&gt;Bali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite movie is Blue Crush.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Surfing, finding yourself.&lt;br /&gt;The best part?&lt;br /&gt;The girl surfing The Pipe.&lt;br /&gt;Magnificient.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-4306098695849070927?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/4306098695849070927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=4306098695849070927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/4306098695849070927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/4306098695849070927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2008/11/surf.html' title='Surf'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-7196741286096163836</id><published>2008-11-18T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T21:17:53.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Astronauts and Saints</title><content type='html'>I miss Charlene and her dreams so much.&lt;br /&gt;Who knew I was going to marry an astronaut until she told me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I dreamt of us marrying an astronauts, you married a brown-haired one and I married a blond hair one."&lt;br /&gt;"Angmoh! I thought you say you'll never marry an ang moh and I say I'd never marry?"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know! I dreamt of that! And they were both living in space and we were still very good friends."&lt;br /&gt;"Live in space!?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yep. And after they left for space, we played air netball and tennis with the Italians."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made an exception of marrying:&lt;br /&gt;I'll either and only marry my brown-haired astronaut or a saint.&lt;br /&gt;(:(:(:&lt;br /&gt;And my wedding qwith the astronauts MUST be held with Charlene's wedding to her blond-haired astronaut too.&lt;br /&gt;(:(:(:&lt;br /&gt;Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;I won't marry.&lt;br /&gt;Saints can't marry remember?&lt;br /&gt;So much for St. Cherie, the Patron Saint of Lucky Stars.&lt;br /&gt;(;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-7196741286096163836?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/7196741286096163836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=7196741286096163836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/7196741286096163836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/7196741286096163836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-miss-charlene-and-her-dreams-so-much.html' title='Astronauts and Saints'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-5679302591378266111</id><published>2008-11-18T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T21:06:44.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deteste</title><content type='html'>Can Saints hate anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Are they entitled to hate anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Is it allowed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of 100% of the people who had commited suicide, it was found out that &lt;u&gt;96%&lt;/u&gt; didn't actually want to die.&lt;br /&gt;But it was all too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy Wirth looks so handsome in Body Snatchers.&lt;br /&gt;I know its an old show.&lt;br /&gt;But even my mom says that he looked handsome.&lt;br /&gt;I like his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Charlene.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for you to come back.&lt;br /&gt;I have to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;I need to pour out everything to you.&lt;br /&gt;Come back quickly okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today isn't a piekny dzien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'amour,&lt;br /&gt;Cherie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-5679302591378266111?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/5679302591378266111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=5679302591378266111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/5679302591378266111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/5679302591378266111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2008/11/deteste.html' title='Deteste'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-643567935243540604</id><published>2008-11-17T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T00:08:31.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saints</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SSJvWNX7p6I/AAAAAAAAASQ/XDVRUu05vV8/s1600-h/images3%23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269896941314746274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 95px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SSJvWNX7p6I/AAAAAAAAASQ/XDVRUu05vV8/s400/images3%23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SSJvRjs__FI/AAAAAAAAASI/4VSfoqBTnaA/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269896861409344594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 91px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SSJvRjs__FI/AAAAAAAAASI/4VSfoqBTnaA/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cody Linely. (!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll never get enough of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's so devastatingly handsome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear I'll faint if he even says "Au revoir!" to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We share the same initials!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its good that he's dating Demi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're both nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J'aime  l'supernatural stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its really super; Superman(!!!), angels, demons, vampires, ghost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the coolest immortal is Cupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the immortal I'll die to date is St. Sebastian, the Patron Saint of Athletes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+ he's only 15 when he died!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He died in January 20 287.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's so godly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Patron Saint of Athletes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't mind that he's an Aquarius though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that the Pope doesn't mind a Chinese living saint, me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be a saint you have to preform 2 miracles and die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't mind dying if I get to be a Saint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I were to be a Saint, I'll be the Saint of Lucky Stars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saint Cherie, the Patron Saint of Lucky Stars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pray to me before you wish upon a lucky star and your wish will come true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or I shall be your lucky star.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really seriously want to be a Saint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's why I'm not getting married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Except maybe to Saint Sebastian, since he's a Saint too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Oh St Cherie, the Patron Saint of Lucky Stars, please come to my shop and bring customers with you....I'll offer you fantastic lory if you do."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Oh St Cherie, the Patron Saint of Lucky Stars please grand me this wish upon this ucky star for me and my boyfriend for everlasting happiness....I'll send you the wedding invitation card if you do, includes lobster meat. And it shall be at the beach in your honour."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Oh St Cherie, Patron Saint of Lucky Stars, please be my lucky star for today as this will be the day my eye candy appears in fourth period...I'll offer chocolates and sweets and your favourite gummies if you shall..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boze moj!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've already heard prayers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;St Cherie, the Patron Saint of Lucky Stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I truly and sincerely believe in horoscopes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Astrology and astrologers are incredibly cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe in my horoscope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it wrong that Saint Cherie believe in them since she's the Patron Saint of Lucky Stars and stars are part of astrology too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(:(:(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L'amour,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cherie&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/5174055629366666322-643567935243540604?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/643567935243540604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=643567935243540604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/643567935243540604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/643567935243540604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2008/11/saints.html' title='Saints'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SSJvWNX7p6I/AAAAAAAAASQ/XDVRUu05vV8/s72-c/images3%23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-6582874087826746618</id><published>2008-11-16T22:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T23:04:13.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little White Dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SSENF996LXI/AAAAAAAAASA/dRh2MvFjNg8/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269507435184926066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SSENF996LXI/AAAAAAAAASA/dRh2MvFjNg8/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SSENBU1imEI/AAAAAAAAAR4/sU0S7ZvTpD8/s1600-h/images1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269507355424495682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 93px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SSENBU1imEI/AAAAAAAAAR4/sU0S7ZvTpD8/s400/images1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fernando Verdasco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a major hottie. (!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's dating Ivanoic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hunk and the beauty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Always go together, as usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheryl, Charlene and Cassie will have to agree with me: What nice abs he has!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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&gt;Cassie has found out another place we can work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tanglin mall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"There's so many AMGs there!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(:(:(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good job, Cassie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl's birthday is coming. (!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry that we have to celebrate is later though, since Charlene's in America.&lt;br /&gt;&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&gt;I really hope Charlene's putting on weight in America with all those fas foods.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's so skinny, Cheryl and I reckon she's aneroxic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom took me out to shopping yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She canceled all her appointments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(:(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Orchard, that's if you're wondering where.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically its shopping for new year clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know its like a long way off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I prefer shopping early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And taking advantage of the Christmas season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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&gt;My theme for 2009: &lt;s&gt;Little&lt;/s&gt; White Dress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since its so hot during the time of that year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll probably die of heat stroke if I wear a traditional cheongsam, include high slits in the cheongsam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll still die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thus I'm opting for a simpler choice instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom told me to pair it up with sandals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like her idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simple yet piekny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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&gt;I'm not a fashion maniac.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the music video for How To Save A Life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's really heart-wrenching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's my favourite song now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevermind that its not new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good songs are timeless, yes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went Asia Pacific Food Fair yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With Mavis and Mindy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its so squeezy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to surround myself with sharp objects next time so people will make way for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like...!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cassie,Cheryl and Charlene will know what's that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its made from durian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(:(:(:&lt;br /&gt;&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&gt;Do widzenia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cherie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5174055629366666322-6582874087826746618?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/6582874087826746618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=6582874087826746618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/6582874087826746618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/6582874087826746618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2008/11/little-white-dress.html' title='Little White Dress'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SSENF996LXI/AAAAAAAAASA/dRh2MvFjNg8/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-6541651744686363691</id><published>2008-11-14T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T23:35:58.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Echaremos de menos coro loco</title><content type='html'>Thats is to Charlene who has gone to America for her vacation.&lt;br /&gt;Echaremos de menos coro loco!&lt;br /&gt;Recordame!&lt;br /&gt;(:(:(:&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;Charlene always gets what I'm saying!&lt;br /&gt;L'amour ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It a piekny sobota.&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't be coped at home.&lt;br /&gt;I should be outside cycling, strolling and chilling.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;i&gt;"I'm so znudzony!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom:&lt;i&gt;"Sorry. You think I don't want to go shopping to?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love my mom.&lt;br /&gt;She offered to drop me off at malls to hang around.&lt;br /&gt;On my own.&lt;br /&gt;Not likely.&lt;br /&gt;But it really is a very piekny day!&lt;br /&gt;I love sobota! Even though its only jeden a week.&lt;br /&gt;I've said that many a times.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;But je desteste songs on billboard.&lt;br /&gt;Its so so....common.&lt;br /&gt;Like everyone listens to them.&lt;br /&gt;And the song doesn't feel special because everyone has already listened to them.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I prefer songs which are maybe, not so well-known from bands such as Landon Pigg, All Time Low, Augustana, Valencia, Yellow Card, Son Of The Dork or Sixpence None The Richer.&lt;br /&gt;And singers such as Meiko and Dido who has really piekny voices.&lt;br /&gt;All these songs sang by them are dobry.&lt;br /&gt;Even though they're not famous.&lt;br /&gt;That's something j'aime l'amour.&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna, The Click Five?&lt;br /&gt;Not my cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Charlene!&lt;br /&gt;Even my mom can't understand what languages I'm speaking sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so only you do.&lt;br /&gt;Echaremos de!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a bee who still keeps hanging around my window still.&lt;br /&gt;My maid:&lt;i&gt;"Haha maybe its because your hair smells nice!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;i&gt;"Nie!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been hanging around my window still for the past trzy days.&lt;br /&gt;Like its finding something in there.&lt;br /&gt;Or...it attracted to moi!&lt;br /&gt;Kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm echaremos Charlene!&lt;br /&gt;AHH!&lt;br /&gt;Come back NOW!&lt;br /&gt;SOON!&lt;br /&gt;My twin soul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'amour,&lt;br /&gt;Cherie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Someone asked what language I was using on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;        You're smart, some others might have mistaken them for English words.&lt;br /&gt;        French, Spanish and Polish all jumbled together.&lt;br /&gt;        I didn't copy and paste them.&lt;br /&gt;        I learnt them from books.&lt;br /&gt;        (:(:(:&lt;br /&gt;        Its fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-6541651744686363691?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/6541651744686363691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=6541651744686363691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/6541651744686363691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/6541651744686363691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2008/11/echaremos-de-menos-coro-loco.html' title='Echaremos de menos coro loco'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-8014810966675977173</id><published>2008-11-14T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T21:56:26.163-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Fray'/><title type='text'>How To Save A Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Step one you say, "We need to talk."&lt;br /&gt;He walks, you say, "Sit down, it’s just a talk."&lt;br /&gt;He smiles politely back at you,&lt;br /&gt;You stare politely right on through,&lt;br /&gt;Some sort of window to your right&lt;br /&gt;.As he goes left and you stay right,&lt;br /&gt;Between the lines of fear and blame,&lt;br /&gt;You begin to wonder why you came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness.&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;br /&gt;,Had I known how to save a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let him know that you know best,'&lt;br /&gt;Cause after all you do know best.&lt;br /&gt;Try to slip past his defense,&lt;br /&gt;Without granting innocence.&lt;br /&gt;Lay down a list of what is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;The things you’ve told him all along.&lt;br /&gt;Pray to god he hears you.&lt;br /&gt;And I pray to god he hears you and,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness.&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night,&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he begins to raise his voice,&lt;br /&gt;You lower yours and grant him one last choice.&lt;br /&gt;"Drive until you lose the road,&lt;br /&gt;Or break with the ones you’ve followed."&lt;br /&gt;He will do one of two things.&lt;br /&gt;He will admit to everything,&lt;br /&gt;Or he’ll say he’s just not the same,&lt;br /&gt;And you’ll begin to wonder why you came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness.&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night,&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness.&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night,&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life.&lt;br /&gt;How to save a life.&lt;br /&gt;How to save a life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness.&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night,&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness.&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night,&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life.&lt;br /&gt;How to save a life.&lt;br /&gt;How to save a life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew how to too.&lt;br /&gt;Grey Anatomy's music video one this warms my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Teach e how to save a life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-8014810966675977173?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/8014810966675977173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=8014810966675977173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/8014810966675977173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/8014810966675977173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2008/11/echaremos-de-menos-como-loco.html' title='How To Save A Life'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-1431554520867266266</id><published>2008-11-14T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T01:58:57.695-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Polish words. Learn them'/><title type='text'>Piqteks</title><content type='html'>Its piqtek today.&lt;br /&gt;Going to to Swensen's to celebrate my brother's belated birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yay! I get to eat fantastic lory!&lt;br /&gt;(:(:(:&lt;br /&gt;Its &lt;em&gt;s&lt;/em&gt;obota tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;So, Charlene's going to America.&lt;br /&gt;Which isn't fair cause everywhere she turns, she gets to see all the AMGs.&lt;br /&gt;Hmpf.&lt;br /&gt;My holidays are boring, beside going to library, baking days and studying, I have nothing to turn to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a wahine is thee best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Surf&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;beach&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;urf&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;beach&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;And just put on your wetsuit, grab your long board, ride The Pipe, clamber back on the beach and hop on to your motorbike and zoom! your way to your waitress shift, and have some night beach party.&lt;br /&gt;Boze moj!&lt;br /&gt;That is true life!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so migrating to Hawaii!&lt;br /&gt;Include a non-restrictive family and your best GIRLfriends.&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely no boys.&lt;br /&gt;They spoil all the fun.&lt;br /&gt;Call me a sexist.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;But I guess when I marry an astronaut, life wouldn't be boring anymore.&lt;br /&gt;(Charlene's dreams predicted that we will marry astronauts!)&lt;br /&gt;(:(:(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands smell of egg and flour.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love sobotas.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad it only comes like jeden a week, if not boze moj!&lt;br /&gt;I'd love everyday!&lt;br /&gt;I hate rainy days.&lt;br /&gt;They keep you at the bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I guess.&lt;br /&gt;I need a bath, I reek of oven smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do widzenia!&lt;br /&gt;Cherie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-1431554520867266266?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-3595827208845779980</id><published>2008-11-14T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T01:07:56.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Icing sugar</title><content type='html'>Crinkle cookies baked by yours truly and Mavis is way Fab.&lt;br /&gt;Should I mention the smell wafting out of the oven is more than enticing?&lt;br /&gt;Try this: Soft yet crisp chocolate cookie top off with icing sugar.&lt;br /&gt;Way FAB.&lt;br /&gt;And you get the best ever crinkle cookie.&lt;br /&gt;Its really really &lt;em&gt;dobry&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Count out the we spent &lt;em&gt;dwa&lt;/em&gt; hours making the preparations.&lt;br /&gt;But its really worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yep we did freak out, afraid that the mixture will melt in the oven due to it being able melting in our hands.&lt;br /&gt;But seeing that it instead turned out &lt;em&gt;dobry&lt;/em&gt; and delicious&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;it led us to a confirmation that our own body temperature is WAY hotter than the oven.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;Best for Christmas delights.&lt;br /&gt;Visit &lt;a href="http://www.joyofbaking.com/"&gt;http://www.joyofbaking.com&lt;/a&gt; for recipe details and other recipes.&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adieus!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;L'amour,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-3595827208845779980?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/3595827208845779980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I lost a friend,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Had I known how to save a life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlene's going to America.&lt;br /&gt;For 11 days.&lt;br /&gt;Cassie and Cheryl is coped up with all their netball trainings.&lt;br /&gt;I would have been with them if I hadn't quit the team.&lt;br /&gt;Serves me right.&lt;br /&gt;I'd be walking with the brand name "Loser!" on my forehead.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I have such flexible limbs that Charlene can pack me in her luggage and whisk me to America with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joder.&lt;br /&gt;My life is such a bore.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I'm a wahine.&lt;br /&gt;Live for surfing, dancing and the beach.&lt;br /&gt;And I'd conquer The Pipe.&lt;br /&gt;I envy wahines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Singlish.&lt;br /&gt;I hate those " la, leh, lors".&lt;br /&gt;Its totally unappealing, unless you really are some exotic creature.&lt;br /&gt;But other than that, PLEASE keep off those words.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't roll with the tongue.&lt;br /&gt;J'aime deteste singlish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I may have offended some people who is really REALLY proud of their singlish.&lt;br /&gt;But catch that, singlish doesn't make you a least cool, okay.&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I prefer someone who doesn't spout hokkien vulgarities and singlish when they speak.&lt;br /&gt;A chinese and english fusion is okay, but a singlish and hokkien vulgarities fusion?&lt;br /&gt;I've never heard a conversation worse than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookies with chocalate and cereal bits for my brother, by yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;The result?&lt;br /&gt;Rock hard cookies that will break or force any dentures or broken tooth to fly out of the mouth.&lt;br /&gt;But the taste is FAB.&lt;br /&gt;Add on icing made by again, yours truly, and ice them over each cookie for a single alphabet.&lt;br /&gt;Which sums up to a sweet yet simple birthday present from the heart, if not the the part about bring rock hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time for my late night serial.&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;Adieus, adieus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'amour,&lt;br /&gt;Cherie (almight)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-4082294610757965791?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SRu7KaiGc7I/AAAAAAAAARw/YDRxR8BWZyc/s72-c/Trois_rivieres_by_BenoitPaille.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-4191264166954367845</id><published>2008-11-10T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T22:17:28.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Petit est beau.</title><content type='html'>I read from a book.&lt;br /&gt;I need not be a 6ft tall giant to be beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Small is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;I have a low centre of gravity.&lt;br /&gt;I am lithe.&lt;br /&gt;I move faster.&lt;br /&gt;I don't worry about banging my head into anything.&lt;br /&gt;I can skate,dance and do better in gym.&lt;br /&gt;Whereas tall people can't.&lt;br /&gt;I maybe be consoling myself on being only 5"3.&lt;br /&gt;But small is indeed beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'amour,&lt;br /&gt;Cherie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-4191264166954367845?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/4191264166954367845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=4191264166954367845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/4191264166954367845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/4191264166954367845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2008/11/petit-est-beau.html' title='Petit est beau.'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-176001260843095391</id><published>2008-11-10T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T22:22:18.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Krystalnatch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Happy 8th Birthday to my brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;11-11-00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice date eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule One:&lt;br /&gt;If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering a package, because you're sure not picking anything up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule Two:&lt;br /&gt;You do not touch my daughter in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck.&lt;br /&gt;If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule Three:&lt;br /&gt;I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips.&lt;br /&gt;Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots.&lt;br /&gt;Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object.&lt;br /&gt;However, in order to ensure that your clothes do no, in fact come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule Four:&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilizing a "Barrier method" of some kind can kill you.&lt;br /&gt;Let me elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule Five:&lt;br /&gt;It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day.&lt;br /&gt;Please do not do this.&lt;br /&gt;The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is: "early."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule Six:&lt;br /&gt;I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls.&lt;br /&gt;This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter.&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you.&lt;br /&gt;If you make her cry, I will make you cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule Seven:&lt;br /&gt;As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating.&lt;br /&gt;My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process than can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule Eight:&lt;br /&gt;The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there is darkness.&lt;br /&gt;Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka - zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which features chain saws are okay.&lt;br /&gt;Hockey games are okay.&lt;br /&gt;Old folks homes are better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule Nine:&lt;br /&gt;Do not lie to me.&lt;br /&gt;I may appear to be a potbellied, balding, middle-aged, dimwitted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe.&lt;br /&gt;If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.&lt;br /&gt;I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule Ten:&lt;br /&gt;Be afraid. Be very afraid.&lt;br /&gt;It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy near Hanoi.&lt;br /&gt;When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit the car with both hands in plain sight.&lt;br /&gt;Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car - there is no need for you to come inside.&lt;br /&gt;The camouflaged face at the window is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Application for Permission to Date My Daughter&lt;br /&gt;APPLICATION FOR PERMISSION TO DATE MY DAUGHTER&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: This application will be incomplete and rejected unless&lt;br /&gt;accompanied by a complete financial statement, job history, lineage,&lt;br /&gt;and current medical report from your doctor.&lt;br /&gt;NAME_____________________________________ DATE OF BIRTH_____________&lt;br /&gt;HEIGHT___________ WEIGHT____________ IQ__________ GPA_____________&lt;br /&gt;SOCIAL SECURITY #_________________ DRIVERS LICENSE #________________&lt;br /&gt;BOY SCOUT RANK AND BADGES____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;HOME ADDRESS_______________________ CITY/STATE___________ ZIP______&lt;br /&gt;Do you have parents? ___Yes ___No&lt;br /&gt;Is one male and the other female? ___Yes ___No&lt;br /&gt;If No, explain:&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Number of years they have been married ______________________________&lt;br /&gt;If less than your age, explain&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;ACCESSORIES SECTION:&lt;br /&gt;A. Do you own or have access to a van? __Yes __No&lt;br /&gt;B. A truck with oversized tires? __Yes __No&lt;br /&gt;C. A waterbed? __Yes __No&lt;br /&gt;D. A pickup with a mattress in the back? __Yes __No&lt;br /&gt;E. A tattoo? __Yes __No&lt;br /&gt;F. Do you have an earring, nose ring, __Yes __No&lt;br /&gt;pierced tongue, pierced cheek or a belly button ring?&lt;br /&gt;(IF YOU ANSWERED "YES" TO ANY OF THE ABOVE, DISCONTINUE APPLICATION&lt;br /&gt;AND LEAVE PREMISES IMMEDIATELY. I SUGGEST RUNNING.)&lt;br /&gt;ESSAY SECTION:&lt;br /&gt;In 50 words or less, what does "LATE" mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;In 50 words or less, what does "DON'T TOUCH MY DAUGHTER" mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;In 50 words or less, what does "ABSTINENCE" mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;REFERENCES SECTION:&lt;br /&gt;Church you attend ___________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;How often you attend ________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;When would be the best time to interview your:&lt;br /&gt;father? _____________&lt;br /&gt;mother? _____________&lt;br /&gt;pastor? _____________&lt;br /&gt;SHORT-ANSWER SECTION:&lt;br /&gt;Answer by filling in the blank. Please answer freely, all answers&lt;br /&gt;are confidential.&lt;br /&gt;A: If I were shot, the last place I would want shot would be:&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;B: If I were beaten, the last bone I would want broken is my:&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;C: A woman's place is in the:&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;D: The one thing I hope this application does not ask me about is:&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;E. What do you want to do IF you grow up? ___________________________&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;F. When I meet a girl, the thing I always notice about her first is:&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;G. What is the current going rate of a hotel room? __________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Condoms come in packages of (circle one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: ALL OF THE ABOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you know?_________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR THAT ALL INFORMATION SUPPLIED ABOVE IS TRUE AND CORRECT TO&lt;br /&gt;THE BEST OF MY KNOWLEDGE UNDER PENALTY OF DEATH, DISMEMBERMENT,&lt;br /&gt;NATIVE AMERICAN ANT TORTURE, CRUCIFIXION, ELECTROCUTION, CHINESE&lt;br /&gt;WATER TORTURE, RED HOT POKERS, AND HILLARY CLINTON KISS TORTURE.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Applicant's Signature (that means sign your name, moron!)&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________ ________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Mother's Signature Father's Signature&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________ ________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Pastor/Priest/Rabbi State Representative/Congressman&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your interest, and it had better be genuine and&lt;br /&gt;non-sexual. &lt;u&gt;Please allow four to six years for processing.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be contacted in writing if you are approved. Please do&lt;br /&gt;not try to call or write (since you probably can't, and it would&lt;br /&gt;cause you injury). If your application is rejected, you will be&lt;br /&gt;notified by two gentleman wearing white ties carrying violin cases.&lt;br /&gt;(you might watch your back)&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;I hope daddy does this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To some guys that I won't like and torture them.&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;L'amour,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-176001260843095391?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/176001260843095391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=176001260843095391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/176001260843095391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/176001260843095391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2008/11/krystalnatch.html' title='Krystalnatch'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-6135020322821586791</id><published>2008-11-10T04:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T04:38:16.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Je DETESTE SINGLISH</title><content type='html'>Baise baise baise!!!&lt;br /&gt;Je me sens affolé.&lt;br /&gt; Suivre l'impulsion, je suis sérieusement dans le besoin d'une fête commerciale.&lt;br /&gt;Mal.&lt;br /&gt;Merdeis.&lt;br /&gt;Pas comme je sais où tout l'argent vient de.&lt;br /&gt;Je souhaite que j'imprime de l'argent.&lt;br /&gt;Je manque mes amis.&lt;br /&gt;Je déteste les vacances d'école longues longues.&lt;br /&gt; Je veux que l'école pour ait commencé.&lt;br /&gt;Je sais son tout dans le français.&lt;br /&gt;Baise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'amour,&lt;br /&gt;Cherie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-6135020322821586791?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/6135020322821586791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=6135020322821586791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/6135020322821586791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/6135020322821586791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2008/11/je-deteste-singlish.html' title='Je DETESTE SINGLISH'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-8194591842453417310</id><published>2008-11-10T04:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T04:20:01.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>J'aime l'Arsenal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Arsenal won Man U 2-1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad.&lt;br /&gt;(:(:(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassie and I has already made a pact to work at Dempsey Hill Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's parlour.&lt;br /&gt;During the next school hoilidays as part timers.&lt;br /&gt;We shall be the scoopers even though I don't mind being a cashier because you get to touch the money.&lt;br /&gt;But being a scooper has its advantages too. *wink wink*&lt;br /&gt;My mom: &lt;i&gt;"Sure. Just make sure you bring some ice-cream back."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;I will.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe something more than ice-cream, don't you think Cass?&lt;br /&gt;HAH.&lt;br /&gt;You can't faint, it won't work. *smirk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think foreign swear words come in extremely handy when you need them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post more tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Heading off to watch the Disney channel show.&lt;br /&gt;Adiós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'amour,&lt;br /&gt;Cherie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-8194591842453417310?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/8194591842453417310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=8194591842453417310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/8194591842453417310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/8194591842453417310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2008/11/jaime-larsenal.html' title='J&apos;aime l&apos;Arsenal'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-837823451848148032</id><published>2008-11-07T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T22:01:41.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gunners</title><content type='html'>I.HATE.WRAPPING.PRESENTS.&lt;br /&gt;Pfft...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arsene Wegner's boys to go against Sir Alex Ferguson's men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arsenal vs Man U&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on Arsenal. (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;I think&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Robin van Persie&lt;/span&gt; is hot, for now.&lt;br /&gt;And Theo Walcott, he better rule the field.&lt;br /&gt;Lest I die of another broken heart. ( The previous one was when Massa lost the F1)&lt;br /&gt;Arsenal Gunners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I hope Christiano Ronaldo injures his leg. AGAIN!&lt;/u&gt; Friken Sie.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;(:(:(:&lt;br /&gt;Cassie and Cheryl, whatever, I'm not going to hear anything you will be saying about Man U again.&lt;br /&gt;Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;People like to annoy me by talking about the teams/people I hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going library with Charlene again.&lt;br /&gt;What did I tell you that I have no life.&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir!&lt;br /&gt;L'amour,&lt;br /&gt;Cherie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-837823451848148032?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/837823451848148032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=837823451848148032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/837823451848148032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/837823451848148032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2008/11/gunners.html' title='Gunners'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-4381549346717822237</id><published>2008-11-07T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:40:19.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All smiles</title><content type='html'>Man Charlene's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cherie is practically starting to imagine things after she heard about my dream.&lt;br /&gt;She is like smiling to herself right now,&lt;br /&gt;this hour,&lt;br /&gt;this minute,&lt;br /&gt;this second!&lt;br /&gt;Must be day-dreaming now about her prince charming..&lt;br /&gt;Hope she has a sweet dream too tonight...&lt;br /&gt;I think all her dreams are like ridiculous...&lt;br /&gt;e.g. having a gorilla in the house??&lt;br /&gt;MADNESS..&lt;/i&gt; - taken from &lt;a href="http://sevenmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sevenmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About me smiling I mean.&lt;br /&gt;How can I not since my prince charming is an astronaut?&lt;br /&gt;Okay hers too.&lt;br /&gt;WOW, Charlene, I love your dreams absolutely!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Its a gorilla in the circus. My father was the one who morphed into a gorilla.Its not insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cherie lim&lt;br /&gt;Man,the crazy times both of us had.ahahha, shes the one who always keeps me company home after trainings everytime.cause we take the exact same buses:)shes fascinated by really retarded stuff which makes her damn fun to be with.when i have a prob shes the right person i confide in.(remember that time on the bus?ahahah)she has a very strong character,has a funny side, and a serious one. SHE HAS BIG BRAINS TOO,you know all that smart stuff there:)thanks.hahahah.&lt;/i&gt; - taken from &lt;a href="http://stupidlyinvolved.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://stupidlyinvolved.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what?&lt;br /&gt;I might be shifting house too, just like you.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;All those stuffs aren't retarded ,Hazel dear.&lt;br /&gt;They, for one thing, might actually come through.&lt;br /&gt;Like one day you might see Superman and I might be a killer spy. (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it great?&lt;br /&gt;(:(:(: HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know I have big brains though.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I remember the time on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;You can come to me anytime you feel like talking.&lt;br /&gt;24/7 service only to my friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;(:(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'amour you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-4381549346717822237?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/4381549346717822237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=4381549346717822237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/4381549346717822237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/4381549346717822237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2008/11/all-smiles.html' title='All smiles'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-8793972063769667380</id><published>2008-11-06T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:13:20.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wine Red</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SRPeM1wf2yI/AAAAAAAAARo/5RJjF7ZD4iI/s1600-h/Blood_Stained_Words_by_AndyASYLUM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265796701496531746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SRPeM1wf2yI/AAAAAAAAARo/5RJjF7ZD4iI/s400/Blood_Stained_Words_by_AndyASYLUM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;This chaos, this calamity, this garden once was perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Give your immortality to me; I'll set you up against the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Again, I'm too much of a sleeper to move my ass to go to the gym.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I will, to allow my stamina to maintain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The security guard told me that cycling is better than running.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, maybe I should try cycling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anything as long as it keeps me fit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have realised that I have fallen deeply in love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With my school uniform.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No, I don't think its hideous any longer. It's green, which promotes the trees. Green house effect.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Think about it, it really is okay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its special, unique.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The sea is wine red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;This is the death of beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The doves have died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The lovers have lied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its a really nice day today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's not too hot, and its pretty windy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel like going to... Sentosa!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Someone bring me there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can never watch a ghost show or an action pack show.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because when a person starts killing the other, I start shutting my ears and block my ears and start humming to myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So needless to say, I miss out all those exciting parts in the end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hell yeah, I don't mind the blood. I just can't stand the thought of someone being killed, especially if the guy is hot. It's painful to die being murdered.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to die in my sleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Better still, I don't want to die.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Charlene just told me her sweet dreams.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She dreamt we were still EXTREMELY good friends when we've grown up and we married to 2 hunky astronauts. (!!!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My husband the astronaut had dark brown hair and hers had golden hair.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yea, apparently they're ang mohs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So they left for space one day and we were at a cafe and I was complaining how I wanted to go to space too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we started chatting with some Italians sitting next to us. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the hilarious thing happened. We started playing air netball and air tenniswith the Itlaians. Which is both of our CCA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I truly hope that happens.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is the dream trying to hint something at us?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because somehow, I won't get married.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But maybe for astronauts, its an exception.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She had 2 other dreams too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Which not as exciting and fascinating compared to this perfect dream.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dreams do come through okay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hopefully.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm so happy I married to an anstronaut.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Au revior!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;L'amour,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cherie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &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/5174055629366666322-8793972063769667380?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/8793972063769667380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=8793972063769667380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/8793972063769667380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/8793972063769667380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2008/11/wine-red.html' title='Wine Red'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SRPeM1wf2yI/AAAAAAAAARo/5RJjF7ZD4iI/s72-c/Blood_Stained_Words_by_AndyASYLUM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-6349362522282559126</id><published>2008-11-05T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T22:56:37.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stealing Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SRJ_Y3kANNI/AAAAAAAAARY/O1ok4iGWQJs/s1600-h/Without_Emotions_by_promis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265410979558077650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SRJ_Y3kANNI/AAAAAAAAARY/O1ok4iGWQJs/s400/Without_Emotions_by_promis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Essential yet appealed, carry all your thoughts across an open field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;When flowers gaze at you, they're not the only ones who cry when they see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;You said, You don't know me, you don't even care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;She said, You don't know me, and you don't wear my chains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a good mind to go Boston.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I think I'll go to Boston,I think that I'm just tired. I think I need a new town, to leave this all behind. I think I need a sunrise, I'm tired of the sunset. I hear it's nice in the Summer, some snow would be nice&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, I need a new life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's so much stress and pressure here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We keep having to work hard work hard all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we don't, as easy as that,&lt;i&gt;"You'll become a toilet cleaner or road sweeper."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we'll have to take xams, kick butts and come home with results and study again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to migrate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To Hawaii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to live at a house by the beach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anytime I feel like it, I'll go out and surf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it's time to make money, I'll take up a job as a waitress at a restaurant and pay the rent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when it's time again, I'll head out to surf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll buy a motorbike, or a jeep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And get around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To me, that's my ideal life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm not going to hang around till I'm old and scraggly to do this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll make it happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"If you want it badly enough, you'll get it."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's Plan A.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plan B:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay in Singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Study hard enough to get a scholarship in Journalism.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be a UN journalist, get posted to third world countries to help those orphans and disease ridden people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make enough money and raise awareness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then retire young and settle down to life at Hawaii again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I have enough of playing, seen enough of life, I want to be a writer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterall, that's all I've wanted to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've haven't told my parents this though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They think its just another lame joke of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But to me, its Stealing Heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't aspire to be famous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beacause when you're famous, everyone follows you around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you lose your sense of freedom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This sucks, because it means you don't even have privacy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anything you do might appear on the press.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paparazzis are ruthless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They lie, steal, and stalk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pity celebrities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't envy them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel sad for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't like saying sorry to someone who just lose their love ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They wouldn't want a stupid sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They wouldn't want to talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They just want someone to hold the while they cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"To have someone to hold you could be the greatest medicine of all."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched Wizards of Waverly Place yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The episode where they has time travel and Justin got his first kiss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH GAWD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just so funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He pretended to kiss everything he coud get his hands on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JhF4FwjFKuo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JhF4FwjFKuo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really funny.&lt;br /&gt;It starts during somewhere around 2 mintues in the video I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin is hot.&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl claims.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe a little.&lt;br /&gt;I just thinks he's funny.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he's not in reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss trainings. Alot.&lt;br /&gt;I missing out on everything that my team mates are currently enjoying.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I deserved this.&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning vegetarian and I'm taking up photography and learning French.&lt;br /&gt;That's enough, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;I can't squeeze netball in already.&lt;br /&gt;It's too late anyway.&lt;br /&gt;So yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was too lazy to move my ass to go gym today.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I can't wait for Hawaii!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Although that's gonna be quite a long while.&lt;br /&gt;I prefer Plan B though.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should swapped them.&lt;br /&gt;But it's still Stealing Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;C'est la vie.&lt;br /&gt;C'est une félicité.&lt;br /&gt;C'est le ciel !&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir!&lt;br /&gt;L'amour,&lt;br /&gt;Cherie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-6349362522282559126?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/6349362522282559126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=6349362522282559126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/6349362522282559126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/6349362522282559126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2008/11/stealing-heaven.html' title='Stealing Heaven'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SRJ_Y3kANNI/AAAAAAAAARY/O1ok4iGWQJs/s72-c/Without_Emotions_by_promis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-1516992677366554702</id><published>2008-11-05T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T04:54:57.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change is here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SRGWzfpVyII/AAAAAAAAARQ/oCcZwLrALCE/s1600-h/obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265155250785208450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SRGWzfpVyII/AAAAAAAAARQ/oCcZwLrALCE/s400/obama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Change we believe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barack Obama as the President of America!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes! Yes! Yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Yes! Yes!&lt;br /&gt;Our dream has come thorugh Cheryl!&lt;br /&gt;Whoopee&lt;br /&gt;(:(:(:&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, no more wars please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I'll&lt;/s&gt; Everyone will die from all those wars eventually.&lt;br /&gt;Change is here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-1516992677366554702?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/1516992677366554702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=1516992677366554702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/1516992677366554702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/1516992677366554702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2008/11/change-is-here.html' title='Change is here.'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SRGWzfpVyII/AAAAAAAAARQ/oCcZwLrALCE/s72-c/obama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-8320578090796597386</id><published>2008-11-04T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:47:34.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genocide</title><content type='html'>"A coordinated plan of different actions aiming at the destruction of essential foundations of the life of national groups, with the aim of annihialting the groups themselves." -Rapheal Lemkin.&lt;br /&gt;Genocide is murder.&lt;br /&gt; It is an inhumane action against humanity.&lt;br /&gt;The aim of Genocide is to extinct a nation, culture, race or religion. Scholars and academics have argued relentlessly over the precise meaning of genocide.&lt;br /&gt; One of the history's bloodiest genocide took place in World WarII. The genocide against the Jews in Europe, started by Adolf Hitler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adolf Hitler believed that Jews in Germany and other parts of Europe would only weaken the country.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, he initiated a plan to get rid of the Jews.&lt;br /&gt;They were first told to be uprooted for resettlement, then deported to camps for larbour work and execution without the knowing by a special group of German soldiers called Einsatzgruppen.&lt;br /&gt; Men, women and children were then divided into 2 seperate groups.&lt;br /&gt;The women and children would then be taken to death camps for execution like the gas chambers(the gas was carbon monoxide), while men were taken to larbour camps to work for the Nazis by doing the dirty work like clearing the bodies of woman and children killed.&lt;br /&gt;A Jew, Filip Mueller who worked in Aushwitz recounted,&lt;i&gt;"Everyday we saw thousands and thousands of innocent people disappear up the chimney. There they came, men, woman and children, all innocent. They suddenly vanished and the world said nothing! We felt abandoned. By the world, by humanity.&lt;/i&gt;"- genocide, Brendan Janurary&lt;br /&gt;Those who were not killed would then be taken over by malnutrition, hunger and diseases eventually.&lt;br /&gt;in 1945, the Allies invaded Germany and fred the Jews ffrom the camps.&lt;br /&gt;During this process called the Holocaust, approximately &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;6million Jews died&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. That's more than the popuation in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;When the war was over, photos of death camps came out on newspaper. People who saw them would not believe that this was happening, labeling these actions as "impossible".&lt;br /&gt;But it happened, and Hitler really did commit those acts against humanity.&lt;br /&gt;(note: Hitler commited suicide 3 days beofre the war ended.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Survivors of the war such a Don Lewi wrote in a letter to his sister in Palestine,&lt;i&gt;"I realise that you, over there, cannot imagine even in a hundredth partv of the suffering, fear, humiliation, and every kind of bullying that we lived through. People who lived and think as normal people cannot possibly understand."&lt;/i&gt;- genocide, brendan january.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SREx35Y2NwI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8Sx-qQCWf5c/s1600-h/www2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265044275740423938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SREx35Y2NwI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8Sx-qQCWf5c/s400/www2-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SREyXWplubI/AAAAAAAAARA/3W3guCgZu44/s1600-h/www2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265044816171219378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SREyXWplubI/AAAAAAAAARA/3W3guCgZu44/s400/www2-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SREyimirCyI/AAAAAAAAARI/jADQuWFpQ_k/s1600-h/ww2-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265045009415736098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SREyimirCyI/AAAAAAAAARI/jADQuWFpQ_k/s400/ww2-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of Holocaust.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Prevent this inhumane act against humanity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The latest genocide just ended in 1995, a war between the Serbs and Bosnian Muslims.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stop genocide.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-8320578090796597386?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/8320578090796597386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=8320578090796597386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/8320578090796597386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/8320578090796597386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2008/11/genocide.html' title='Genocide'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SREx35Y2NwI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8Sx-qQCWf5c/s72-c/www2-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-3341400493799564502</id><published>2008-11-04T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:06:30.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz</title><content type='html'>Requested by Hazel&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;1.Do you have any secrets?&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Would you fall in love with a boy younger than you?&lt;br /&gt;Get a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Do you enjoy going to school?&lt;br /&gt;Definitely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.What would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;br /&gt;Invest one tenth of it, donate two tenth to the UN, Red Cross, save three tenth of it, spent four tenth of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Will fall in love with your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Of course not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Which is more blessed, loveing someone or being love by someone?&lt;br /&gt;The latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Who do you idolise?&lt;br /&gt;Maya Angelou, the poet. She rocks high heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Find another person. Dude, there's more than one tree in the forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Is there something that has made you extremely happy?&lt;br /&gt;I have a roof over my head, millions don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Do you have any regret?&lt;br /&gt;There's no use regretting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.How do you see yourself in 10 years time?&lt;br /&gt;I'll be 23. Maybe pursuing a scholarship in journalism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who are currently the most important people to you?&lt;br /&gt;The usual. You know the 2 F's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;Hazel is good thing that starts with H.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Would you rather be single and rich or married and poor?&lt;br /&gt;Definitely singly and rich. No intentions of getting married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is your favourite colour?&lt;br /&gt;Black. No, I'm not punk or goth. It' an individual preference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Would you give it all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;Only an idiot will do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.What would you do if someone you hate ask for your forgiveness?&lt;br /&gt;Forgive, but I can't forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible the thing the person has done?&lt;br /&gt;No. Especially if it involves another's life. I can't forgive a murderer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.Do you prefer being single or having a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;Being single, that's for sure. Relationships are a drag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.6 people I have tagged.&lt;br /&gt;Charlene&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl&lt;br /&gt;Mavis&lt;br /&gt;Fiona&lt;br /&gt;Audrey&lt;br /&gt;Rena&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-3341400493799564502?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/3341400493799564502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=3341400493799564502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/3341400493799564502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/3341400493799564502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2008/11/quiz.html' title='Quiz'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-2016759316249230731</id><published>2008-11-04T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T05:55:27.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy way out</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Sometimes, the way out is just there, right under your nose.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its just time to do some shallow thinking.&lt;br /&gt;If deeper thinking doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;Thats the easiest way out.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went gym.&lt;br /&gt;Sent skipping rope to Cheryl at Kallang.&lt;br /&gt;That's enough work out for today.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ranting on my life anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I'll post stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've changed the skin.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of seeing that polka dots.&lt;br /&gt;I'll reply tags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totsiens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-2016759316249230731?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/2016759316249230731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=2016759316249230731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/2016759316249230731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/2016759316249230731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2008/11/easy-way-out.html' title='Easy way out'/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-6181570935263281421</id><published>2008-11-03T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T20:23:58.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Short and completely random one due to my itchy fingers who simple an't stay away from anything. Even &lt;u&gt;The Charlene&lt;/u&gt; says so.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Cineplex with Cass to watch HSM3. I cried bacause of the Chad thing. I know its so like, ironic.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, anyway yep.&lt;br /&gt;I love Ryan (Lucas Grabeel).&lt;br /&gt;I think he is so nice.&lt;br /&gt;I have this thing against Troy Bolton.&lt;br /&gt;Ass-hole.&lt;br /&gt;I prefer the Rocket Man (Matt Prokop).&lt;br /&gt;Why the heck am I saying all this high school musical stuff.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sorry I messed up Cheryl's birthday date.&lt;br /&gt;Okay?&lt;br /&gt;She called me a "dead meat loser".&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Thats cos I'm turining vegetarian to save water and reduce my possibility of getting any heart diseases.&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Going to gym.&lt;br /&gt;Post more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-6181570935263281421?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/6181570935263281421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=6181570935263281421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/6181570935263281421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/6181570935263281421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2008/11/short-and-completely-random-one-due-to.html' title=''/><author><name>[C][H][3][R][I][3]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03475342522066765133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SJhjlIzVR1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/r9Gw6A-Y5Qc/S220/DSC00725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174055629366666322.post-1203678104802326612</id><published>2008-10-30T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T20:25:14.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SQp0JZ4sBLI/AAAAAAAAAQw/g4bsxEtDOPA/s1600-h/188f9be354f24810e02fc0051485fd79.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263146819452142770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybALdVOKiC4/SQp0JZ4sBLI/AAAAAAAAAQw/g4bsxEtDOPA/s400/188f9be354f24810e02fc0051485fd79.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never knew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never knew that everything was falling through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That everyone I knew was waiting on a queue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To turn and run when all I needed was the truth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But that's how it's got to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's coming down to nothing more than apathy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd rather run the other way than stay and see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The smoke and who's still standing when it clears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I think Over My Head (Cable Car) is really nice man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Never mind if it's an old song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;Heading down to Cinileisure later to watch HSM3 with Cassie.&lt;br /&gt;And lunching with her.&lt;br /&gt;Yep, just the 2 of us.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Cheryl would be grounded for life and Charlene has her extremely &lt;s&gt;horrid&lt;/s&gt; nice maths tuition.&lt;br /&gt;Aha!&lt;br /&gt;Okay. the events that will take place: AMG spoting (too bad for the other 2 C's eh), buying Cassie's brother his other birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Mavis' and Mindy house yesterday to play.&lt;br /&gt;You'd probably think its so childish, but its not. Its fun!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, we used to do that when we were younger all the time ever since I was a baby.&lt;br /&gt;Uh-huh.&lt;br /&gt;You guys are jealous right?&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;We played debate and beach ball and singing( our duet was AWESOME).&lt;br /&gt;3 hours is what Mavis called fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can see what I will become next time.&lt;br /&gt;A spinster? Probably.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I mind either, just so long I won't die old and alone is some friggin nursing home.&lt;br /&gt;I know I can't do any Maths or Science related jobs.&lt;br /&gt;That company or bank will collasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Hannah Montana is real funny.&lt;br /&gt;Especially yesterday episode starring her best friend Lily who got a boyfriend, Lucas.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, Lucas cousin which Lily set up for a blind date is &lt;u&gt;HOT&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad he's afraid to horror flicks.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish Miley Cyrus could be like Hanah in reality.&lt;br /&gt;And stop being a bitch like posing topless for Vanity Fair and treating people so badly.&lt;br /&gt;She's like, so selfish.&lt;br /&gt;I hope she won't turn out like Marilyn Monroe.&lt;br /&gt;Yep, she's pretty and has a seriously great voice.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone will love her is she just try to be much nicer.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe even me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels weird that I've quitted school team.&lt;br /&gt;Like I just woke up from some nightmare and realise that I'll not be playing for netball anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's how thing works eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd probably wish that I'm some idiosyncratic millionaress.&lt;br /&gt;Cool? Not.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'm not an acrophobic or claustrophbic but xenophobic.&lt;br /&gt;I won't even travel out of the country than, I'll not be able to go Thailand!!&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;I'll cry.&lt;br /&gt;Because i love going to Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;The people there are nice and the things there is eally chip and the beaches there are like, FAB!&lt;br /&gt;I love going to Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;I went to Thailand, as in all over it, like 7 times already and I'm not tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;HAH!&lt;br /&gt;The shopping there is fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;I'll cut the crap short.&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I think I'm running late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-1203678104802326612?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/1203678104802326612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=1203678104802326612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/1203678104802326612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/1203678104802326612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-never-knew-i-never-knew-that.html' 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to my boredom.&lt;br /&gt;+ I'm not some effin vainpot.&lt;br /&gt;So just 1 try.&lt;br /&gt;GAWD.&lt;br /&gt;This sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-5276523536780497268?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/5276523536780497268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=5276523536780497268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/5276523536780497268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/5276523536780497268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;IDEA.&lt;br /&gt;I'M.&lt;br /&gt;THIS.&lt;br /&gt;ROTTEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmpf ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174055629366666322-7247911924065389213?l=eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightmillionreasonswhy.blogspot.com/feeds/7247911924065389213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5174055629366666322&amp;postID=7247911924065389213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/7247911924065389213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174055629366666322/posts/default/7247911924065389213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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