<?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-6816103</id><updated>2011-07-31T06:59:24.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, myself n i</title><subtitle type='html'>My daes on earth... My feelings of life... Read if u want... My life is an open book...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>131</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-2745308696348527092</id><published>2010-01-26T23:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T00:07:12.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here's to all who is feeling like me, undeserving of the Lord Almighty's grace, mercy and gift of salvation. There's nothing I can do, but to make my heart completely Yours. Help me Lord, to make it Yours.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The link to the song on youtube : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HkGLbKV26zo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Stand - Hillsongs United&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(64, 34, 151); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal arial; "&gt;You stood before creation &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal arial; "&gt;Eternity within Your hand &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal arial; "&gt;You spoke the earth into motion &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal arial; "&gt;My soul now to stand  &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal arial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal arial; "&gt;You stood before my failure &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal arial; "&gt;Carried the Cross for my shame &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal arial; "&gt;My sin weighed upon Your shoulders &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal arial; "&gt;My soul now to stand  &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal arial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal arial; "&gt;So what can I say &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal arial; "&gt;What can I do &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal arial; "&gt;But offer this heart O God &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal arial; "&gt;Completely to You  &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal arial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal arial; "&gt;So I'll walk upon salvation &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal arial; "&gt;Your Spirit alive in me &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal arial; "&gt;This life to declare Your promise &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal arial; "&gt;My soul now to stand  &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal arial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal arial; "&gt;So what can I say &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal arial; "&gt;What can I do &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal arial; "&gt;But offer this heart O God &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal arial; "&gt;Completely to You&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal arial; "&gt;  &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal arial; "&gt;So I’ll stand &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal arial; "&gt;With arms high and heart abandoned &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal arial; "&gt;In awe of the One who gave it all  &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal arial; "&gt;So I’ll stand My soul Lord to You surrendered&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal arial; "&gt;All I am is Yours&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-2745308696348527092?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/2745308696348527092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=2745308696348527092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/2745308696348527092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/2745308696348527092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2010/01/heres-to-all-who-is-feeling-like-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-8626718401449824500</id><published>2010-01-19T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T22:44:41.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi folks! it's been quite awhile huh? well... uni started and i just didn't blog. seems quite weird that i'm blogging again now. hmm i only remembered about my blog cause of computing, this module i have to take this semester. uni's so different! it's so... muggerish, so independent, so insignificant. i mean i feel so insignificant in this big world called uni where there's so many people and i'm just another to add to the large population of students here. okay... as usual, i'll use my blog to glorify God and not rattle on and on about the meaningless things in life. here's what i've learnt recently from the book called Drawing Near by John Bevere:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) God has invited us to have intimacy with Him, just like how He invited Moses, Samuel, the Israelites, Abraham, Noah, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- whether we choose to except His invitation or not is another story... in Exodus, the Israelites(except Moses) were His chosen people but they drew away from Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-2070" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;"18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; When the people saw the thunder and lightning and heard the trumpet and saw the mountain in smoke, they trembled with fear. They stayed at a distance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-2071" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; and said to Moses, "Speak to us yourself and we will listen. But do not have God speak to us or we will die."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-2072" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; Moses said to the people, "Do not be afraid. God has come to test you, so that the fear of God will be with you to keep you from sinning."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-2073" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; The people remained at a distance, while Moses approached the thick darkness where God was." - Exodus 20:18-21 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2) We should protect our hunger. What we feed on daily is important. When we're full, no matter how good the food put infront of us is, we'll be turned off by it cause of the lack of appetite. So, be filled with God's Word and His holy things instead of the things of this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-17177" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;"7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; He who is full loathes honey, but to the hungry even what is bitter tastes sweet." - Proverbs 27:7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) We should have passion for His presence.  We should not settle for a dry, distant, imaginary relationship with God. We should desire to get to know Him, to feel His presence, to make Him our best friend. Fans may not know their favourite celebrities personally, only know about them especially through the media. Our relationship with God shouldn't be like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) The fear of the Lord is not the same as being afraid of God. We should respect Him, be in awe of Him and worship &amp;amp; adore Him, but we shouldn't be afraid to approach Him and to become His best friend. The fear of the Lord refers to the walking in His holy ways and to obey Him whole-heartedly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-5199" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;"12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; And now, O Israel, what does the LORD your God ask of you but to fear the LORD your God, to walk in all his ways, to love him, to serve the LORD your God with all your heart and with all your soul, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-5200" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; and to observe the LORD's commands and decrees that I am giving you today for your own good?" - Deuteronomy 10:12-13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) (Not from the Drawing Near book, but from this youtube video i watched) We should give thanks, be grateful and not compare whenever we receive gifts from God. If we compare and take God's blessings for granted, we end up letting our joy be stolen. Here, watch this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=doLifRJsJs0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope reading this really blesses you! God bless! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-8626718401449824500?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/8626718401449824500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=8626718401449824500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/8626718401449824500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/8626718401449824500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2010/01/hi-folks-its-been-quite-awhile-huh-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-6209085629832406602</id><published>2009-02-20T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T00:50:31.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week i had an attachment to this organization called the Christian Outreach for the Handicap at Tampines with my SERVE group. All of the clients there were mentally handicapped with some of them having physical disabilities as well due to like cerebral palsy or totally deaf/mute. After spending several days with them, the experience has impacted me quite a bit i think. For one, it has really changed my opinion of mentally handicap people. Truth to be told, i used to shun away from such people or at least think badly of them, but after the daily experience with them in this short but meaningful period i realised that i should actually spend more time interacting with them and try to understand them. In our society, it's common and sad that people often have this prejudice against the less fortunate especially the mentally handicap/ill and we are quick to judge them and label them with demeaning and hurtful words like "mad" or "crazy" people who need to be locked up in the mental hospital. This may cause or be caused by the little/no interaction we have in our lives. It makes me think back of the times when i saw a person start shouting at nobody or talking to himself in public like on a bus or along the street or one of my neighbour's kid who has down-syndrome. Now i'll think twice about them. Jesus reached out to people of all conditions and background and was not prejudiced against anyone so as a Christian we should emulate Him in treating everyone equally with love and shouldn't judge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be detailed, we helped the staff lead the clients in singing sessions, walks in the park or to a coffeeshop nearby, interacted with the clients and helped them do their puzzles or activities, brought some of them to the nearby HDBs to advertise for more volunteers for the centre and also brought the clients out to the Pasir Ris Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that it's very sad cause most of them were born in their conditions and hardly any of them get cured. For them, doing simple things like going to the toilet or sorting things based on colours or even talking normally can be a problem. We often take such things for granted and instead of treasuring our bodies and talents we abuse them and not use it for God's glory. Many of them just want to be understood, but because communicating to people through speech is so difficult, it can get very frustrating for them, so most of them may act violently by like biting/hitting other people. But people hold it against them, call them violent/scary and don't realise that they are humans too so they too have feelings. Their families would probably suffer the most especially since they have to take care of them all throughout their lives and have to pay so much special attention to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is that while the clients may seem scary or intimidating, they are adorable and unique in their own way. They have their individual quirks and habits that make us smile and laugh. Actually, once we got to know them, we've grown to love them and their different interesting personalities and habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I hope that the teachers are encouraged by our help and our enthusiasm as i think that spending so much time with the clients takes a great deal of effort and patience and the job of taking care of the mentally handicapped is something that is noble but often not commended for. It is definitely demanding and challenging so i hope that each of them would remain strong in their faith for God so that they can depend on Him and persevere everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-6209085629832406602?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/6209085629832406602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=6209085629832406602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/6209085629832406602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/6209085629832406602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-week-i-had-attachment-to-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-6508094534374746026</id><published>2009-02-01T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T00:13:10.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;Romans 12:12 (New International Version)&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="result-text-style-normal" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-28243" class="sup" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;12&lt;/span&gt;Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the verse that's printed on the back of the shirt i'm currently wearing... When i read it i was pleasantly surprised. The shirt's an old shirt that i got from church when the youth ministry in my church sold it as part of the publicity of a christmas play they were going to do that christmas. Anyway i was pleasantly surprised and encouraged by it as i've recently made up my mind to live a more Christ-centered life where i would need to meditate more on the word of God and be more conscious and deliberate about the actions and thoughts i make. I somehow made this decision after God convicted me to do it through the new book i've been reading, through the SERVE program i've currently been attending and through my new position in my cell. Being in a new leadership position, i've been challenged and will be challenged to grow so much more in Christ and to take my relationship with God to greater heights. I would say that SERVE has blessed me by exposing me to the word of God daily and challenged some of my thoughts about life, traditions, the future, etc... Another aspect is that it has certainly made me reflect more about my actions and thoughts and also created opportunities to praise God and give thanks to God daily through the community praise and sharing of testimonies amongst the groups. Besides SERVE, i'd like to thank God for helping me in the tasks that i had to complete by yesterday. Actually i was quite swamped by a few things, one of them being my brother's video for his birthday party. Thankfully, by God's grace, i was able to finish both on time and was even on time for cell as well. (: I also learnt during cell yesterday(or was reminded more) about how as Christians we should decrease while Christ increases in our lives. By this, i mean about how much we think of ourselves and how much we think of God. By emulating Christ so much more than we think of our own needs and wants, we slowly become more like Him and our actions and words would be less self-serving. As our culture teaches us to be selfish, to care only about OUR needs causing us to become impatient, materialistic, overly ambitious, etc., we should be counter-culture and live for God and not for ourselves. If we put ourselves first before God and before others, we'll be violating the two most important commandments and that is to 1st love God with all our hearts, souls and minds and 2nd love our neighbours as ourselves. Yup. That's basically it. Hopefully this challenges your thoughts as well.    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-6508094534374746026?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/6508094534374746026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=6508094534374746026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/6508094534374746026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/6508094534374746026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2009/02/romans-1212new-international-version-12.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-1205282097056085607</id><published>2009-01-29T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T21:31:35.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Beautiful One - Tim Hughes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful, so wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Is Your unfailing love&lt;br /&gt;Your cross has spoken mercy over me&lt;br /&gt;No eye has seen, no ear has heard&lt;br /&gt;No heart could fully know&lt;br /&gt;How glorious, how beautiful you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]Beautiful One I love&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful One I adore&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful One my soul must sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Powerful, so powerful&lt;br /&gt;Your glory fills the skies&lt;br /&gt;Your mighty works displayed for all to see&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of Your majesty&lt;br /&gt;Awakes my heart to sing&lt;br /&gt;How marvellous, how wonderful You are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You opened my eyes to Your wonders anew&lt;br /&gt;You captured my heart with this love&lt;br /&gt;Because nothing on earth is as beautiful as You&lt;br /&gt;My soul, my soul must sing&lt;br /&gt;My soul, my soul must sing&lt;br /&gt;My soul, my soul must sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful OneCopyright 2002 Thankyou Music/MCPS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-1205282097056085607?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/1205282097056085607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=1205282097056085607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/1205282097056085607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/1205282097056085607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2009/01/beautiful-one-tim-hughes-wonderful-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-377292211623871222</id><published>2009-01-29T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T21:21:45.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realised that last year i only blogged a couple of times! Woah... and so much has happened since the last time i did. i'm not an avid blogger... especially since i go out so much and am just lazy in nature. Somehow using my brain is a chore. Anyway, like i said, lots has happened since then like CHINA TRIP!, Prom Night/Grad Night, my wonderful aimless holidays, the many gatherings and outings i've attended and SERVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since still January so the year is still considered quite new, I shall use this opportunity to change the use of this blog to one that is much much more purposeful and that is to reflect on God's goodness and blessings in my life instead of just aimlessly spouting nonsense that has no meaning and is fruitless. I admit that i've not being that good a Christian and i've not prioritized God in my actions and in most of my life. But after reflecting i do want to change and hope that i can indeed put God first in everything even if it means to turn away non-believers from my blog, not that many people read it in the first place since it's so outdated. Anyway, i'm really thankful to God for just really blessing me so much. First of all, i want to thank Him for sending His Son to die on the cross for the cleansing of my sins. He didn't have to do that... but because He loves us so much that He sacrifice His Son. Secondly, i want to thank God for just protecting me and being sovereign in my life. Just looking at my life, i can just see His plans and His guidance all the way, from my parents who, although aren't perfect, have been there guiding me and teaching me, to my friends, especially the close Christian friends in the different times of my life who encouraged me in my walk with God and gave me Godly advice. Thirdly, i want to thank God for always being faithful to me even when i've not been faithful to Him. While i've never worshipped another god, i've let the other things in life and in the world around to affect me and control me instead of drawing close to God. Yet, time and time again i know God still calls me back to Him and speaks to me through the sermons/sharing in church/cell, the devotions/chapel in school, the things people say to me and my thoughts at times. Each time it's so deliberate, real and appropriate. I shall end here today with these words... If you are a Christian, i hope this encourages you. If you are not, i hope this stirs your thinking and beliefs even if you don't want to accept God. I encourage you to get to know God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-377292211623871222?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/377292211623871222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=377292211623871222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/377292211623871222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/377292211623871222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-realised-that-last-year-i-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-2181734890256736269</id><published>2008-11-20T14:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T14:04:58.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/SST9obrNPAI/AAAAAAAAAHk/TFecp90VvmA/s1600-h/Untitled8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270616334995897346" style="WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/SST9obrNPAI/AAAAAAAAAHk/TFecp90VvmA/s200/Untitled8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/SST9oBe-lAI/AAAAAAAAAHc/y6ELkk-MfGg/s1600-h/Untitled7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270616327965283330" style="WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/SST9oBe-lAI/AAAAAAAAAHc/y6ELkk-MfGg/s200/Untitled7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/SST9nok9ofI/AAAAAAAAAHU/GKsCQefhEGo/s1600-h/Untitled6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270616321279500786" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/SST9nok9ofI/AAAAAAAAAHU/GKsCQefhEGo/s200/Untitled6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/SST9fdLGivI/AAAAAAAAAHM/V7B3iuHmzwI/s1600-h/Untitled5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270616180779289330" style="WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/SST9fdLGivI/AAAAAAAAAHM/V7B3iuHmzwI/s200/Untitled5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/SST9fa9u60I/AAAAAAAAAHE/TPGx47ysiJI/s1600-h/Untitled4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270616180186344258" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/SST9fa9u60I/AAAAAAAAAHE/TPGx47ysiJI/s200/Untitled4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/SST9fF0tkMI/AAAAAAAAAG8/bkoCN7Q0s3w/s1600-h/Untitled3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270616174511362242" style="WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/SST9fF0tkMI/AAAAAAAAAG8/bkoCN7Q0s3w/s200/Untitled3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/SST9fGO6dtI/AAAAAAAAAG0/lsnCp1Envis/s1600-h/Untitled2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270616174621259474" style="WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/SST9fGO6dtI/AAAAAAAAAG0/lsnCp1Envis/s200/Untitled2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/SST9eyhm6oI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ZwnvMl5AIZs/s1600-h/Untitled1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270616169330961026" style="WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/SST9eyhm6oI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ZwnvMl5AIZs/s200/Untitled1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of Audrey Hepburn, Grace Kelly and Elizabeth Taylor. Love these vintage looks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6816103-2181734890256736269?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/2181734890256736269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=2181734890256736269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/2181734890256736269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/2181734890256736269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2008/11/pictures-of-audrey-hepburn-grace-kelly.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/SST9obrNPAI/AAAAAAAAAHk/TFecp90VvmA/s72-c/Untitled8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-794093639805377773</id><published>2008-11-20T13:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T13:42:10.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi people! Sorry that it's been like a million years since i last blogged. But since A's is FINALLY over, i'm free now to blog. Blogging about the past, the last two years were rather hectic with council, school and all. Now that i'm into my long "freedom" holiday, i can take a breather and recollect and perhaps learn from the past. I'm thankful that i've made so many great friends in JC, my classmates and council friends, to name a few... time has really flown by. sometimes it's sad that it's so fast cause i may not be able to fully enjoy and appreciate(sounds like Mr David Wong) the happy moments. but i'll try to take in as much as i can. A's was okay... i wouldn't say it was difficult but i don't dare to say it was easy either. hmm... just wait for the results i guess. but jc, though stressful, was extremely fun and memorable... and it's sad that for me it has ended and i have to move on from it. i'm excited at what the future may hold. next year there'll be so many changes, it's actually a bit crazy... i hope that i've matured from the jc experience and that i've become a better person. i'll miss the school, i'll miss the uniform, i'll miss the friends and the daily encounters of each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-794093639805377773?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/794093639805377773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Bimbo cheer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh, i think i need a manicure.&lt;br /&gt;The sun, i swear, is shining down my gorgeous hair.&lt;br /&gt;16, 24, i don't even know the score.&lt;br /&gt;Go team, go fight,&lt;br /&gt;gee i hope i look alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-2559289135759722602?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/2559289135759722602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=2559289135759722602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/2559289135759722602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/2559289135759722602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2008/01/bimbo-cheer-oh-my-gosh-i-think-i-need.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-4719084464488567247</id><published>2008-01-24T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T20:33:59.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another month has come and gone.&lt;br /&gt;Another post is here again.&lt;br /&gt;In a month,&lt;br /&gt;many things have happened...&lt;br /&gt;council christmas party came and went.&lt;br /&gt;it rocked.&lt;br /&gt;christmas came and went.&lt;br /&gt;new year came and went.&lt;br /&gt;i spent the new year's eve and morning&lt;br /&gt;with my council friends.&lt;br /&gt;i've met up with clarissa and tanya.&lt;br /&gt;although i haven't jaeaxe this year yet.&lt;br /&gt;orientation also came and went.&lt;br /&gt;it rocked! like totally!&lt;br /&gt;i love my OG!!!&lt;br /&gt;OG 14!&lt;br /&gt;Achomawi!&lt;br /&gt;which was my tribe.&lt;br /&gt;A-CHO-MA-WI,&lt;br /&gt;bom bom bom bom bom!&lt;br /&gt;Lessons are in full swing now.&lt;br /&gt;Lectures, tutorials, the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;Tests are also rolling in by the masses.&lt;br /&gt;This week and next,&lt;br /&gt;we're having what we call the MSA.&lt;br /&gt;Ask any current J2 SA student.&lt;br /&gt;They'll know what it means.&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;That's my January.&lt;br /&gt;Or at least a summary of it.&lt;br /&gt;Will post again next month...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-4719084464488567247?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/4719084464488567247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=4719084464488567247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/4719084464488567247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/4719084464488567247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2008/01/dear-friends-another-month-has-come-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-4813521455201141464</id><published>2007-12-18T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T01:31:46.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/R2dwthrIFFI/AAAAAAAAAGE/6MYkYMmmhFY/s1600-h/orange+pig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145205026729759826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/R2dwthrIFFI/AAAAAAAAAGE/6MYkYMmmhFY/s200/orange+pig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/R2dwtxrIFGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/cM6DXh2hA5U/s1600-h/grp+pics...+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/R2dwthrIFFI/AAAAAAAAAGE/6MYkYMmmhFY/s72-c/orange+pig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-4702491553263915105</id><published>2007-12-18T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T14:40:23.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SORRY EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;the long awaited post is here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life has not changed that much.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still in council.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still in SAJC.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still a girl (like, duh)&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm now seventeen.&lt;br /&gt;i'm now going to j2 next year.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna be an OGL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open house 2007 is over! (like awhile ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still miss my secondary school friends.&lt;br /&gt;but we do meet up.&lt;br /&gt;sorry tanya, jiaxin and clarissa for not sending you the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;haha. i'm actually about to meet up with tanya and jiaxin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i NEEEEEEEEED to study...(dreads)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Council's been fun.&lt;br /&gt;Busy, but fun.&lt;br /&gt;i love it.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i dread it.&lt;br /&gt;but i still love it.&lt;br /&gt;especially the friends.&lt;br /&gt;had a council camp(1 night only) recently.&lt;br /&gt;i felt it bonded us a little more.&lt;br /&gt;although, i do feel we're quite bonded already.&lt;br /&gt;went swimming and gymming and eating and dining with them.&lt;br /&gt;it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for the council christmas party!&lt;br /&gt;grad night was fun to watch.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;rachel, jue ying and ernika,&lt;br /&gt;if you're reading this, you have to admit,&lt;br /&gt;watching the prom king/queen thing was fun,&lt;br /&gt;albeit a little disgusting. haahaha.&lt;br /&gt;oh and pris, it was quite fun and challenging&lt;br /&gt;to get the seniors up right?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that,&lt;br /&gt;i dread next year.&lt;br /&gt;A's...&lt;br /&gt;gosh. it's so fast.&lt;br /&gt;only a year to A's and it'll zoom past for sure.&lt;br /&gt;k ciaoz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-4702491553263915105?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/4702491553263915105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=4702491553263915105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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of another entry that I had posted&lt;br /&gt;several posts below it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually,&lt;br /&gt;my blog is window to my mind.&lt;br /&gt;So if you really want to get to know me,&lt;br /&gt;and if you have the time,&lt;br /&gt;reading my whole entire archive of&lt;br /&gt;previous entries plus the current ones&lt;br /&gt;now would really allow you to get to know&lt;br /&gt;what i'm like.&lt;br /&gt;Some may be interesting,&lt;br /&gt;others less interesting though.&lt;br /&gt;Up to you to read or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-1458636325398249339?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/1458636325398249339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>He's the Lord of the Sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;the Lord of the rain,&lt;br /&gt;He's the Lord of the good times,&lt;br /&gt;the Lord of the pain.&lt;br /&gt;He's the Lord of the mountains,&lt;br /&gt;the Lord of the seas,&lt;br /&gt;He's the Lord of the music,&lt;br /&gt;the Lord of the children,&lt;br /&gt;the Lord of YOU &amp; ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep and wide,&lt;br /&gt;deep and wide,&lt;br /&gt;Jesus' love for me is deep and wide,&lt;br /&gt;wide and deep,&lt;br /&gt;wide and deep,&lt;br /&gt;Jesus' love for me is wide and deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love You, Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;deep down in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I love You, Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;deep down in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Talk about a deep, deep,&lt;br /&gt;down, down,&lt;br /&gt;deep down in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Talk about a deep, deep,&lt;br /&gt;down, down,&lt;br /&gt;deep down in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got joy that is down in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;deep deep down in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;J-O-Y that is down in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;deep deep down in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus put it there,&lt;br /&gt;so no one can destroy, destroy, destroy,&lt;br /&gt;phew!&lt;br /&gt;I've got joy that is down in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;deep deep down in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me oil in my lamp,&lt;br /&gt;keep me burning burning burning,&lt;br /&gt;give me oil in my lamp,&lt;br /&gt;i pray i pray!&lt;br /&gt;Give me oil in my lamp,&lt;br /&gt;keep me burning burning burning,&lt;br /&gt;keep me burning to the break of day.&lt;br /&gt;Sing hosanna, sing hosanna,&lt;br /&gt;sing hosanna to the King of kings!&lt;br /&gt;Sing hosanna, sing hosanna,&lt;br /&gt;sing hosanna to the King of KINGS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just felt like typing out some of my Sunday school songs&lt;br /&gt;that i still sing now as i teach the kindergarten class. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-4631902914391589966</id><published>2007-09-08T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T01:31:49.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PICTURES GALORE!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RuF_cepan6I/AAAAAAAAAC8/7aZjiS28W3U/s1600-h/ballet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107503579654692770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RuF_cepan6I/AAAAAAAAAC8/7aZjiS28W3U/s200/ballet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RuF_gepan7I/AAAAAAAAADE/X0UIV4Ob_bM/s1600-h/geog+proj+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107503648374169522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RuF_gepan7I/AAAAAAAAADE/X0UIV4Ob_bM/s200/geog+proj+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RuF_jepan8I/AAAAAAAAADM/FcbbJMcQ6yA/s1600-h/melbourne+153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107503699913777090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RuF_jepan8I/AAAAAAAAADM/FcbbJMcQ6yA/s200/melbourne+153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RuF_jupan9I/AAAAAAAAADU/mMM9WstLpvs/s1600-h/Picture+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107503704208744402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RuF_jupan9I/AAAAAAAAADU/mMM9WstLpvs/s200/Picture+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RuF_k-pan-I/AAAAAAAAADc/X9OXobSYmw4/s1600-h/P8240144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107503725683580898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RuF_k-pan-I/AAAAAAAAADc/X9OXobSYmw4/s200/P8240144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RuGBxupaoDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/lF5AHiDlO04/s1600-h/P6190031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107506143750168626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RuGBxupaoDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/lF5AHiDlO04/s200/P6190031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;6)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RuGBpupan_I/AAAAAAAAADk/iNSA4oeM4Hg/s1600-h/P3240067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107506006311215090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RuGBpupan_I/AAAAAAAAADk/iNSA4oeM4Hg/s200/P3240067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RuGBrupaoAI/AAAAAAAAADs/GwurCS4ceeM/s1600-h/Picture+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107506040670953474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RuGBrupaoAI/AAAAAAAAADs/GwurCS4ceeM/s200/Picture+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;8)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RuGBw-paoCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ntfVoSAn1aI/s1600-h/P2130146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107506130865266722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RuGBw-paoCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ntfVoSAn1aI/s200/P2130146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;9)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RuGBtOpaoBI/AAAAAAAAAD0/nkdHtnmKHZg/s1600-h/Picture+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107506066440757266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RuGBtOpaoBI/AAAAAAAAAD0/nkdHtnmKHZg/s200/Picture+117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;10)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RuGEcOpaoII/AAAAAAAAAEs/VFOCMAowT18/s1600-h/P1230012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107509072917864578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RuGEcOpaoII/AAAAAAAAAEs/VFOCMAowT18/s200/P1230012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;11)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RuGEbepaoHI/AAAAAAAAAEk/H_vSLPj5M9s/s1600-h/grp+pics...+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107509060032962674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RuGEbepaoHI/AAAAAAAAAEk/H_vSLPj5M9s/s200/grp+pics...+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;12)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RuGEbOpaoGI/AAAAAAAAAEc/39uhoY7FYf8/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107509055737995362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RuGEbOpaoGI/AAAAAAAAAEc/39uhoY7FYf8/s200/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;13)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RuGEaupaoFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/2E6nci_CcFw/s1600-h/P6150022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107509047148060754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RuGEaupaoFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/2E6nci_CcFw/s200/P6150022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;14)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RuGEaOpaoEI/AAAAAAAAAEM/4yYl6v5vbPU/s1600-h/P3260140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107509038558126146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RuGEaOpaoEI/AAAAAAAAAEM/4yYl6v5vbPU/s200/P3260140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;15)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random pics(says a lot about me):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) A cool dance picture i got off the internet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Clarissa(SASA) and I acting mad and posing funny poses(hahaha...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Me feeding some kangaroos in an Australian zoo in Melbourne 2 yrs ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Me posing (picture taken in Perth 4 yrs ago)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Me with shorter hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Jo and I with our cute boys...(from a Sunday School camp in June this year)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) &amp;amp; 9) Random pics of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) Me, my host and her friend in HongKong 2 yrs ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) My HK friends n I in HK Disneyland&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11) 6 year old me in Disneyland in California USA with Minnie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12) My SEC school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13) My CUTE cousin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14) My RMUN friends and I (I miss u guys!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15) My mentor and I&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/6816103-4631902914391589966?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/4631902914391589966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=4631902914391589966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/4631902914391589966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/4631902914391589966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2007/09/pictures-galore-1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RuF_cepan6I/AAAAAAAAAC8/7aZjiS28W3U/s72-c/ballet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-758118933330219443</id><published>2007-09-07T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T00:17:10.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHY is it that in the world today,&lt;br /&gt;as technology advances,&lt;br /&gt;as the world economy booms,&lt;br /&gt;as people get richer and richer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are still those WEIRD, DISGUSTING,&lt;br /&gt;INHUMANE,&lt;br /&gt;SPIT-WORTHY people,&lt;br /&gt;who live amongst us,&lt;br /&gt;but are sexual predators,&lt;br /&gt;animal abusers,&lt;br /&gt;crazy killers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a recent Readers' Digest issue,&lt;br /&gt;there was an article about&lt;br /&gt;the illegal human trafficking&lt;br /&gt;trade in Asia and the illegal&lt;br /&gt;child prostitution.&lt;br /&gt;Disgusting, pervertic,&lt;br /&gt;puke-worthy men prey on&lt;br /&gt;innocent boys and girls that&lt;br /&gt;are barely old enough or not even&lt;br /&gt;old enough to go through puberty.&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE should do SOMETHING&lt;br /&gt;about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before reading this,&lt;br /&gt;i watched a film about this issue as well&lt;br /&gt;which really opened my eyes to the irking&lt;br /&gt;world we live in.&lt;br /&gt;teenage girls are being conned into being&lt;br /&gt;tortured, trafficked and forced into prostitution,&lt;br /&gt;children are being kidnapped, some of them&lt;br /&gt;were even tourists just enjoying their holidays&lt;br /&gt;with their families when local brothel owners&lt;br /&gt;just capture them and illegally force them to&lt;br /&gt;sell their bodies and dignity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad. Really sad. I now have thought of the possibility&lt;br /&gt;in venturing into a career in saving people like&lt;br /&gt;them in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, i have to stand aside, hopeless, unable to&lt;br /&gt;help present victims, in the pursuit of my own&lt;br /&gt;education.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-758118933330219443?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/758118933330219443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=758118933330219443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/758118933330219443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/758118933330219443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2007/09/why-is-it-that-in-world-today-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-5806268818355775744</id><published>2007-09-07T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T01:31:51.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RuFvxepanyI/AAAAAAAAACE/nfpE8Y0CA5Y/s1600-h/07S06(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107486348245901090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RuFvxepanyI/AAAAAAAAACE/nfpE8Y0CA5Y/s200/07S06(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 07S06 first class photo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RuFvxupanzI/AAAAAAAAACM/wd18gWxOBsE/s1600-h/us+on+a+bus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107486352540868402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RuFvxupanzI/AAAAAAAAACM/wd18gWxOBsE/s200/us+on+a+bus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jason(extra, being the only guy, the thorn amongst the roses. Haha!), Kirstie, me and Cheryl [my good pals in class]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RuFvx-pan0I/AAAAAAAAACU/b5C8qCWSODw/s1600-h/es,kirstie+n+i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107486356835835714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RuFvx-pan0I/AAAAAAAAACU/b5C8qCWSODw/s200/es,kirstie+n+i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eng Sen, Kirstie and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RuFvyOpan1I/AAAAAAAAACc/KMJcHCEWVFU/s1600-h/YX+act+cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107486361130803026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RuFvyOpan1I/AAAAAAAAACc/KMJcHCEWVFU/s200/YX+act+cute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yong Xiang(so act cute...), the Annoying Abel happened to appear in the back of the picture and part of Jason(his right hand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RuFvy-pan2I/AAAAAAAAACk/yqHfv73ULfA/s1600-h/30th+sc+soccer+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107486374015704930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RuFvy-pan2I/AAAAAAAAACk/yqHfv73ULfA/s200/30th+sc+soccer+girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Council girls!!! Not all though. These were those that went for the first and only(so far) soccer match between the 30th and 29th. Can't see it clearly now, so can't name them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-5806268818355775744?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/5806268818355775744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=5806268818355775744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/5806268818355775744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/5806268818355775744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2007/09/07s06-first-class-photo-jasonextra.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RuFvxepanyI/AAAAAAAAACE/nfpE8Y0CA5Y/s72-c/07S06(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-310693813450354275</id><published>2007-09-04T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T00:19:20.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, i'm blogging again...&lt;br /&gt;but don't be too happy too soon.&lt;br /&gt;The next time i blog after this would&lt;br /&gt;probably be after my promos which&lt;br /&gt;is in October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been stressed.&lt;br /&gt;But now i'm better.&lt;br /&gt;A lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers' Day is over!&lt;br /&gt;What a relief!&lt;br /&gt;It took up so much of my time.&lt;br /&gt;I should have been studying then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the holidays,&lt;br /&gt;but not really celebrating yet.&lt;br /&gt;Must use this time to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow i've got a lecture.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta wake up early.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i better sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;It's late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing left to say:&lt;br /&gt;i've met up with the clique recently.&lt;br /&gt;Last week.&lt;br /&gt;It was good to catch up with them.&lt;br /&gt;Had been awhile since i last saw them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-310693813450354275?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/310693813450354275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=310693813450354275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/310693813450354275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/310693813450354275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2007/09/finally-im-blogging-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-4129989491044326233</id><published>2007-06-03T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T01:31:58.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh! i juz did somethin really s2pid... i'm so fed up with myself! i actually refreshed this page w/o saving whatever i typed here earlier... ahhh!!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;k now, restarting... in my previous entry, i wrote that my touch rug camp was in 2 days, but now, my ltc(leadership training camp) is in less than 24 hrs. no, it's in fact 14-15 hrs frm now. it's supposedly a gruelling camp, one tt is torturous. hopefully, i am able to bear with it, endure, and not break down or anything like that. touch rug camp was fun, but a lil torturous already... oh n yes, i got into sc(student council), yay! the sad part is that i may have to quit touch rug. which i have been liking, or even loving. i have to part with the friends that i made. school has been fun. now's the holidays. i've failed almost every test last term, which means i really gotta buck up. seriously. sigh. i hate studying. i detest studying. i loathe studying. but i have no choice but to study. urgh... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on a higher note, my com has been fixed. finally... it's been weeks. but now, when i can FINALLY post some of my old pics onto my friendster profile, it did not load some of my pics. how irritating was that??? it was several times.... n when i tried to post them here earlier, it also did not load. argh... this explains why i stupidly refreshed the page n ended up losing what i wrote just now. k if blogger would allow me to post them now, then u would see the old pics, old friends, old times, happy memories:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RmKlgtfBA9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/s40PPK6iXl4/s1600-h/PA130079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071798111756682194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RmKlgtfBA9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/s40PPK6iXl4/s200/PA130079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tanya, me n vanmouse(er jie)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RmKlg9fBA-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ogxR2reqTaI/s1600-h/PA130080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071798116051649506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RmKlg9fBA-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ogxR2reqTaI/s200/PA130080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SMSS school hall&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RmKlhNfBA_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/x7N_eLwtfTI/s1600-h/PA130083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071798120346616818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RmKlhNfBA_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/x7N_eLwtfTI/s200/PA130083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;chunmeng n i &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RmKlhdfBBAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8oRPLI-z378/s1600-h/PA130086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071798124641584130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RmKlhdfBBAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8oRPLI-z378/s200/PA130086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;char, me, olivia n tanya&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RmKlhtfBBBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aiqbv5aO3cs/s1600-h/PA130093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071798128936551442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RmKlhtfBBBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aiqbv5aO3cs/s200/PA130093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;beloved SMSS parade ground. oh yay! thank u blogger! ok at least blogger is nice... :)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RmKmz9fBBCI/AAAAAAAAAA0/uHRZIl4T6RE/s1600-h/PA130121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071799541980791842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RmKmz9fBBCI/AAAAAAAAAA0/uHRZIl4T6RE/s200/PA130121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our great gang/clique/team/groupee&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RmKm0NfBBDI/AAAAAAAAAA8/DagotmBDZR4/s1600-h/PA130139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071799546275759154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RmKm0NfBBDI/AAAAAAAAAA8/DagotmBDZR4/s200/PA130139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me n leona &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RmKm0dfBBEI/AAAAAAAAABE/MSGH75c_PKc/s1600-h/PA130140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071799550570726466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RmKm0dfBBEI/AAAAAAAAABE/MSGH75c_PKc/s200/PA130140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dawn n i&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RmKm0dfBBFI/AAAAAAAAABM/OiRi0VHJ2vw/s1600-h/PA130141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071799550570726482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RmKm0dfBBFI/AAAAAAAAABM/OiRi0VHJ2vw/s200/PA130141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mel n i&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RmKm0tfBBGI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ddl9Oy5tZQ4/s1600-h/PA130143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071799554865693794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RmKm0tfBBGI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ddl9Oy5tZQ4/s200/PA130143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tanya n i(showing off our name tags so proudly-LOL!)  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RmKp_tfBBHI/AAAAAAAAABc/Zm22qBagcQI/s1600-h/PA130145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071803042379138162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RmKp_tfBBHI/AAAAAAAAABc/Zm22qBagcQI/s200/PA130145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tanya n i(again showing off our name tags) n our beloved sec 4 form teacher Mrs Low) &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RmKp_9fBBII/AAAAAAAAABk/F6u_kumRCQ4/s1600-h/PA130165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071803046674105474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RmKp_9fBBII/AAAAAAAAABk/F6u_kumRCQ4/s200/PA130165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me, charlene n xiaoxuan &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RmKqANfBBJI/AAAAAAAAABs/84x-eKWB5ZE/s1600-h/P8310112edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071803050969072786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RmKqANfBBJI/AAAAAAAAABs/84x-eKWB5ZE/s200/P8310112edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;people in a box like sardines in a can(tanya, jx, sasa(da jie), me n charmaine &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RmKqAdfBBKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/BBP6Cs1pFl4/s1600-h/P8310111edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071803055264040098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RmKqAdfBBKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/BBP6Cs1pFl4/s200/P8310111edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;trapped in a box! (look at my spasticated face-LOL!)(jx, sasa(back), me(front) n charmaine &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RmKqAtfBBLI/AAAAAAAAAB8/fXc1MGlXtGA/s1600-h/P8310120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071803059559007410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RmKqAtfBBLI/AAAAAAAAAB8/fXc1MGlXtGA/s200/P8310120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trapped in a box again... (sasa, jolene(back), me(front), charmaine(back), eunice(front) n tanya(below). Haha!!! i miss those days... okayye, enough for 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/6816103-4129989491044326233?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/4129989491044326233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=4129989491044326233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/4129989491044326233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/4129989491044326233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2007/06/argh-i-juz-did-somethin-really-s2pid.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmDND04AGA0/RmKlgtfBA9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/s40PPK6iXl4/s72-c/PA130079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-4098296754618652844</id><published>2007-05-09T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T23:08:24.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha...&lt;br /&gt;my awhile was days.&lt;br /&gt;sorry.&lt;br /&gt;hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya i forgot to blog abt another blessing:&lt;br /&gt;4) that God is so in control of the timing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;touch rug camp is in 2 days!&lt;br /&gt;i actually ponned trainin today,&lt;br /&gt;aftr we went for the learning journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya i wanted to post up several sunday school songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1)my God is so big,&lt;br /&gt;so strong and so mighty,&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing my God cannot do,&lt;br /&gt;for YOU! (X2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mountains are His,&lt;br /&gt;the rivers are His,&lt;br /&gt;the stars are His handyworks too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my God is so big,&lt;br /&gt;so strong and so mighty&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing my God cannot do,&lt;br /&gt;for YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2)give me oil in my lamp&lt;br /&gt;keep me burning burning burning,&lt;br /&gt;give me oil in my lamp&lt;br /&gt;i pray, i pray.&lt;br /&gt;give me oil in my lamp&lt;br /&gt;keep me burning burning burning,&lt;br /&gt;keep me burning to the break of day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sing hosanna sing hosanna,&lt;br /&gt;sing hosanna to the King of Kings.(X2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) deep and wide,&lt;br /&gt;deep and wide,&lt;br /&gt;Jesus' love for me is deep and wide.&lt;br /&gt;deep N wide,&lt;br /&gt;deep and wide,&lt;br /&gt;Jesus' love for me is deep and wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) Jesus loves the lil' children,&lt;br /&gt;all the children of the world,&lt;br /&gt;red and yellow,&lt;br /&gt;black and white,&lt;br /&gt;they are precious in His sight.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus loves the lil' children of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay... i post 4 first.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll post more the next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-4098296754618652844?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/4098296754618652844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=4098296754618652844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/4098296754618652844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/4098296754618652844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2007/05/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-4538877822497840853</id><published>2007-05-04T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T21:21:01.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is yet another boring update about my mundane teenage life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have these to thank God for:&lt;br /&gt;1) He let me find my wallet when i lost it in school, with my IC n ez card n whatever little coins i had in my wallet that day all intact.&lt;br /&gt;2) He has blessed me by allowing me to get through the interview stage for the Student Council&lt;br /&gt;3) He has blessed me with such great friends in school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now doing PW,&lt;br /&gt;argh... so idiotic... coming back in awhile...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-4538877822497840853?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/4538877822497840853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=4538877822497840853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/4538877822497840853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/4538877822497840853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-is-yet-another-boring-update-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-7708147517672404521</id><published>2007-04-14T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T15:06:55.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha...&lt;br /&gt;another new month =&lt;br /&gt;another new entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently watched the phantom of the opera&lt;br /&gt;the musical at the esplanade&lt;br /&gt;and have only one comment :&lt;br /&gt;fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;to further explain why,&lt;br /&gt;the special effects were superb&lt;br /&gt;eg. the chandelier, the "explosions" onstage,&lt;br /&gt;the unwrapping of cloth, etc.&lt;br /&gt;the music was breathtaking...&lt;br /&gt;the voices were of high quality,&lt;br /&gt;the songs, some of my favourites :)&lt;br /&gt;especially the song "All I Ask Of You".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that,&lt;br /&gt;lessons are more or less in full swing.&lt;br /&gt;tests are soon to be flooding in.&lt;br /&gt;homework in the form of tutorials would as well.&lt;br /&gt;i wish we didn't need to do project work.&lt;br /&gt;it has hardly any relevance or no relevance to&lt;br /&gt;our other subjects at all.&lt;br /&gt;waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my computer has problems.&lt;br /&gt;so now i'm using my brother's one.&lt;br /&gt;all my pictures are in my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cousin has just been born today.&lt;br /&gt;another girl cousin.&lt;br /&gt;will be visiting my cousin and my aunt&lt;br /&gt;in the hospital soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in touch rugby now.&lt;br /&gt;don't know if i'll remain in it&lt;br /&gt;for the rest of my two years though.&lt;br /&gt;if i get into student council,&lt;br /&gt;then i'll probably quit rugby.&lt;br /&gt;it's quite shiong,&lt;br /&gt;but absolutely fun.&lt;br /&gt;definitely better than if i had stayed&lt;br /&gt;in dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposed to be studying,&lt;br /&gt;but i'm here slacking.&lt;br /&gt;although i'm sure tanya will be happy&lt;br /&gt;that i'm doing this.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my second brother's in the army now.&lt;br /&gt;just went in yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;i skipped school to see him off.&lt;br /&gt;apparently, it was a valid reason.&lt;br /&gt;so why not?&lt;br /&gt;and anyway, if i didn't go yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;i may never have a chance to witness&lt;br /&gt;how soldiers join the army again.&lt;br /&gt;i'll definitely be going back to&lt;br /&gt;pulau tekong again.&lt;br /&gt;that's because i signed up&lt;br /&gt;to go with some of my friends&lt;br /&gt;in school.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't cry.&lt;br /&gt;there wasn't anything that sad anyway.&lt;br /&gt;my brother will only be away for two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;i'd love to see him with his head shaved.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my tap exam is nearing.&lt;br /&gt;i can feel it.&lt;br /&gt;it'll be sometime in may.&lt;br /&gt;which is next month!&lt;br /&gt;oh no!&lt;br /&gt;time moves so fast...&lt;br /&gt;it's almost half the year already.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't fully embraced&lt;br /&gt;the feeling of being a J1 yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tanya, jiaxin, clarissa and the two vanessas,&lt;br /&gt;we should all meet up more.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like we haven't seen each other&lt;br /&gt;for so so so so so long already.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you guys.&lt;br /&gt;even though i still meet clarissa quite&lt;br /&gt;regularly for tap,&lt;br /&gt;we hardly talk that much&lt;br /&gt;because even when we see each other,&lt;br /&gt;we're busy in the middle of tap lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must seriously reorganise my time.&lt;br /&gt;it's messed up.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not fully utilizing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah,&lt;br /&gt;alex, andre, kartik and tanya,&lt;br /&gt;we're suppose to meet up for gathering&lt;br /&gt;as well.&lt;br /&gt;we haven't met up for so long,&lt;br /&gt;especially andre and kartik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'll stop here for now.&lt;br /&gt;till next month.&lt;br /&gt;look forward to next month's edition.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-7708147517672404521?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/7708147517672404521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=7708147517672404521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/7708147517672404521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/7708147517672404521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2007/04/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-2251192774347195982</id><published>2007-03-19T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T21:09:28.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For the benefit of those who read my blog,&lt;br /&gt;i'm blogging again...&lt;br /&gt;as in literally now,&lt;br /&gt;not in general.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still deciding on whether i should keep blogging&lt;br /&gt;or not.&lt;br /&gt;So this may or may not be my last entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The march holidays just ended.&lt;br /&gt;It flew past.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at noon or after that everyday then.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, it's over.&lt;br /&gt;I have to wake up early n start the routine&lt;br /&gt;of getting up early to go to school all over again.&lt;br /&gt;Now that the 1st "3 mths" are over,&lt;br /&gt;i guess i gotta hit the books again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning,&lt;br /&gt;when i went for the make-up Physics lecture,&lt;br /&gt;which was actually meant for the 2nd-intake students,&lt;br /&gt;i actually learnt what i lost during one of the 1st intake lectures.&lt;br /&gt;So fortunately for me they retaught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When evryone wore the SA uniform today,&lt;br /&gt;it seems so different.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, i couldn't differentiate people&lt;br /&gt;from afar.&lt;br /&gt;The SA uniform makes everyone look better&lt;br /&gt;i think.&lt;br /&gt;Although, the difference may vary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though i have made many friends in SA,&lt;br /&gt;i still miss having you(Tanya, Clarissa, JX and Vanessa)&lt;br /&gt;around and miss having used to seeing you guys everyday&lt;br /&gt;like last year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, SA is more cheena than SMSS.&lt;br /&gt;I think that even though we speak English and stuff,&lt;br /&gt;a lot of my JC friends have either taken higher chinese&lt;br /&gt;or listen to chinese songs quite often.&lt;br /&gt;Only the minority like myself are more western influenced.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-2251192774347195982?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-5577374574870375826</id><published>2007-02-26T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T00:11:13.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey sorry for the really really long delay&lt;br /&gt;i knoe many of u think it's long been abt time&lt;br /&gt;since i last updated.&lt;br /&gt;lol, if i din update now,&lt;br /&gt;my head'll prob b on the chopping board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, firstly,&lt;br /&gt;i miss the holidays...&lt;br /&gt;can wake up so late&lt;br /&gt;n slack arnd all day or&lt;br /&gt;go out with my friends as often&lt;br /&gt;as i liked,&lt;br /&gt;as freely as i liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jc orientation was fun,&lt;br /&gt;but really short.&lt;br /&gt;too short, mayb.&lt;br /&gt;altho some of my og frenz&lt;br /&gt;n i still do go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clarissa, tanya, jx n d 2 vanessas,&lt;br /&gt;sry if i take really long to reply&lt;br /&gt;your smses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been bowling, pooling,&lt;br /&gt;arcading, cycling, rollerblading,&lt;br /&gt;beachgoing, moviewatching,&lt;br /&gt;boardgameplaying, etc. during these&lt;br /&gt;first 2 months of the yr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my 1st intake cg n og rock!&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss my frenz...&lt;br /&gt;n esp d times we've spent tgt&lt;br /&gt;during these 2 mths.&lt;br /&gt;posting's out next wk...&lt;br /&gt;nailbiting for some.&lt;br /&gt;we're juz ignorant&lt;br /&gt;to face the music yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i changed phone!&lt;br /&gt;partly cos my old phone was&lt;br /&gt;really quite ancient.&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly it fetched&lt;br /&gt;a hefty $60 for trade-in.&lt;br /&gt;my new, current phone looks&lt;br /&gt;really similar to tanya's phone.&lt;br /&gt;partly coz i did pretty well&lt;br /&gt;for o's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k i shall tell u more the next time...&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-116662025699618440</id><published>2006-12-20T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T21:10:57.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Christmas bells are ringing,&lt;br /&gt;and children's voices singing,&lt;br /&gt;to welcome in the birth of our King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a celebration&lt;br /&gt;for all God's creation,&lt;br /&gt;so come along and help us to sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Christmas isn't Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;without the love of Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;He is the reason that we sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;Let's have a....&lt;br /&gt;Super duper Christmas with Jesus this year,&lt;br /&gt;a super duper Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;spreading good cheer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are down,&lt;br /&gt;your frown&lt;br /&gt;will soon disappear,&lt;br /&gt;So have a super duper Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;with Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a song i just remembered I sang&lt;br /&gt;on stage in a small shopping mall in Kovan&lt;br /&gt;for church abt 4 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amazing how time flies.&lt;br /&gt;in 2 weeks time,&lt;br /&gt;the holidays would be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really want it to end,&lt;br /&gt;yet i'm excited for things to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the holidays have been great.&lt;br /&gt;i've been really busy with church stuff&lt;br /&gt;like my recent dance performance&lt;br /&gt;with the church group at orchard for&lt;br /&gt;CCIS,&lt;br /&gt;wrapping presents for the nursery&lt;br /&gt;kids in my sunday school class&lt;br /&gt;and going for cell retreat in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;besides church,&lt;br /&gt;i also had loads of fun when i went for&lt;br /&gt;a chalet with my school friends.&lt;br /&gt;we swam, ate, sang, bowled, picnicked&lt;br /&gt;and slept together.&lt;br /&gt;really fun bonding time.&lt;br /&gt;it was much needed since throughout&lt;br /&gt;this holiday, we haven't been meeting&lt;br /&gt;much as a whole big group of about 11&lt;br /&gt;of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than the time spent with friends,&lt;br /&gt;i also spent time with my family.&lt;br /&gt;i just came back from a short weekend&lt;br /&gt;trip to KL yesterday with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;did a lil shoppin and attended my&lt;br /&gt;mum's graduation ceremony(fyi: she&lt;br /&gt;just graduated with a law degree).&lt;br /&gt;bought stuff for sch&lt;br /&gt;next year. will be going again on friday.&lt;br /&gt;this time it's a real holiday. as in only&lt;br /&gt;spending time shopping. coming back&lt;br /&gt;only on Christmas day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok tt's the lowdown of my holiday.&lt;br /&gt;boring random stuff:&lt;br /&gt;i've finished watching prison break,&lt;br /&gt;princess hours, my lovely samsoon,&lt;br /&gt;full house and my girl.&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently readin the joy luck club.&lt;br /&gt;it's cool. i lik d style of writing and the&lt;br /&gt;main storylines behind some of the&lt;br /&gt;vignettes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-116662025699618440?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/116662025699618440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=116662025699618440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;"shopping", playin rugby,&lt;br /&gt;basketball, cycling, attending stuff in general.&lt;br /&gt;to put it simply,&lt;br /&gt;i haven't had time to even come online.&lt;br /&gt;i did come online for a few times.&lt;br /&gt;but they were short, brief moments.&lt;br /&gt;ok i admit i did come online for quite long&lt;br /&gt;once last week.&lt;br /&gt;ended up watchin some episodes of a korean drama&lt;br /&gt;on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;lately, i've also been watching lots of tv series-es&lt;br /&gt;on dvd like my lovely samsoon,&lt;br /&gt;princess hours, prison break and full house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prom was good, not in terms of entertainment wise,&lt;br /&gt;but it was nice to see some of my school friends&lt;br /&gt;looking so different.&lt;br /&gt;it was refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;in a way, i regretted wearing my black dress&lt;br /&gt;since black was a common dress colour.&lt;br /&gt;it was... plain and simple.&lt;br /&gt;mayb too plain.&lt;br /&gt;sadly, i won't be seeing many of my friends again&lt;br /&gt;till next year....&lt;br /&gt;the stay over at the hotel was fun.&lt;br /&gt;we took lots of pics,&lt;br /&gt;played cards and chit-chatted the night away.&lt;br /&gt;the breakfast at orchard was gd.&lt;br /&gt;all of them have been converted&lt;br /&gt;to the last few memories of my life&lt;br /&gt;as secondary student.&lt;br /&gt;now i'm schoolless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been sleeping at lik 12+/ 1+ every night&lt;br /&gt;since o's ended.&lt;br /&gt;where's the proper rest i haven't had?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that my maid has gone back to indonesia&lt;br /&gt;to visit her family,&lt;br /&gt;i had to do the laundry.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;simple.&lt;br /&gt;but tedious.&lt;br /&gt;shoot,&lt;br /&gt;talking abt that,&lt;br /&gt;i haven't done it since i came home today.&lt;br /&gt;better do it now.&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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the prelims. duh.&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt say that it was easy&lt;br /&gt;'coz if not ppl'll expect super highly of me&lt;br /&gt;and if i can't meet their expectations,&lt;br /&gt;i'll juz crumble away.&lt;br /&gt;and i can't say that it was really difficult&lt;br /&gt;b'coz then ppl wuld b sad for me now&lt;br /&gt;whether or not i do well next year.&lt;br /&gt;now all i wanna do is to forget everythin bout it&lt;br /&gt;and only worry bout it next year&lt;br /&gt;when the results are released.&lt;br /&gt;now all i need to worry bout is how to spend my holiday&lt;br /&gt;and which jc to go for 1st 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i'll stop here for now since i need to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;goodnight everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-116403882901119117?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-116075949670820422</id><published>2006-10-14T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T01:11:36.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Favourite colour: blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite food: mushrooms, cheesecake(new york, strawberry or oreo), beef steak, salmon sashimi, some types of sushi, soft-shell crab, black pepper crab, cheese, egg, meat, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite movie: princess diaries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite sport: cycling(haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite day of the week: Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite ice-cream: cookies and cream or vanilla or strawberry cheesecake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite TV shows: currently it's princess hours, green forest my home, my wife and kids, prince turns into frog(direct translation), etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current mood: sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current taste: ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current clothes: t-shirt n shorts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current desktop: u mean wallpaper? ermz... a pic of clear blue waters and an island in the middle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current toenail colour: clarissa was suppose to paint them for me juz now but in the end she did somethin else so there wasn't time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current time: 00:51 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current annoyance: -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current thoughts: i'm gonna be dead tired during ss tmr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First best friend: i think it was a girl called nicole tan. she was from my kindergarten class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First crush: hmm... can't remember. prob some movie star or singer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First movie: huh? so long ago how to remember? mayb sound of music since i used to watch that a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First lie: ? can't remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First music: ABC?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last cigarette: dun smoke, never smoked, never will smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last drink: alcohol or non? alcohol = hardly ever tt i cant rmbr. non=water or coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last car ride: this mornin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last crush: hmm i hardly ever had crushes. mayb even nv before. met no guy eye-catching enough mayb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last phone call: some hours ago to charmaine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last CD played: hmm i think it was hillsongs united live - my best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever dated one of your best friends: nope coz all of them have been girls and i'm straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever broken the law: yah.(guiltily) i've jaywalked before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been arrested: no, last time i heard, they don't arrest u for jaywalking the most is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed someone you don't know: nope. never even kissed anyone i knoe and not plannin to anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever loved and lost somebody: maybe. maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wished there was a chance to say i`m SORRY: hmmm... yeah, whenever i should have apologised but never did coz of face....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-116075949670820422?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/116075949670820422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=116075949670820422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/116075949670820422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/116075949670820422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2006/10/favourite-colour-blue-favourite-food.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-116075772618070480</id><published>2006-10-14T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T00:42:06.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally 16.&lt;br /&gt;sweet 16.&lt;br /&gt;now i can sing the song&lt;br /&gt;"i am sixteen going on seventeen".&lt;br /&gt;don't feel like a sixteen year old though.&lt;br /&gt;how's a sixteen year old suppose to feel any different?&lt;br /&gt;now i'm able to watch an nc-16 movie without sneaking&lt;br /&gt;in.&lt;br /&gt;today or yesterday(depending on when blogger.com&lt;br /&gt;chooses to post it as whichever date) was the last day of&lt;br /&gt;school.&lt;br /&gt;i can finally say that my time in st marg's has come to&lt;br /&gt;an end.&lt;br /&gt;sad but true.&lt;br /&gt;i've been a loyal student who has stayed in st marg's&lt;br /&gt;since p1.&lt;br /&gt;a st marg's student through and through(or is it true&lt;br /&gt;and true?).&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm gonna miss singing the school song.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to miss charity, patience and devotion.&lt;br /&gt;10 years.&lt;br /&gt;makes me sound old.&lt;br /&gt;as though i'm a grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;we hardly studied today.&lt;br /&gt;we mostly laughed and played.&lt;br /&gt;took lots of pics.&lt;br /&gt;took some pics of the school building itself.&lt;br /&gt;took pics wif some of the dearly beloved teachers&lt;br /&gt;tt i'll also miss frm smss.&lt;br /&gt;very soon i won't be going back to sch.&lt;br /&gt;very soon i'll be somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;where?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know yet.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what the future holds for me.&lt;br /&gt;with 16 points for prelims...&lt;br /&gt;there aren't many places that would take me in&lt;br /&gt;even if i begged till my knees bled.&lt;br /&gt;ok gtg now.&lt;br /&gt;really late.&lt;br /&gt;catch up aftr o's.&lt;br /&gt;probably.&lt;br /&gt;might post pics the next time.&lt;br /&gt;see first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-116075772618070480?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/116075772618070480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=116075772618070480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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the prelims but yet i know i&lt;br /&gt;can't slack off coz the actual O's are&lt;br /&gt;coming. N since now they're slowly&lt;br /&gt;releasing the marks, it could only&lt;br /&gt;mean 2 things. 1) They're slowly&lt;br /&gt;torturing us, coz aftr slping on the&lt;br /&gt;disappointments we face the first&lt;br /&gt;day, they give us new n mayb more&lt;br /&gt;equally disappointing results. 2)&lt;br /&gt;They're being good by letting us&lt;br /&gt;continue to hope for better results&lt;br /&gt;the next day or easing the blow the&lt;br /&gt;results would have on us. Conclusion,&lt;br /&gt;this is not the calm before the storm,&lt;br /&gt;but rather the eye of the storm where&lt;br /&gt;everything appears calm for a moment&lt;br /&gt;but yet another round of torture is&lt;br /&gt;gonna come before it finally ends.&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to feel some water droplets.&lt;br /&gt;evidence of me entering the 2nd half&lt;br /&gt;of the storm and leaving the eye.&lt;br /&gt;in a way, as time moves really fast,&lt;br /&gt;before long, i'll b able to see the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;behind the storm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-115979306988059271?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115979306988059271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=115979306988059271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/115979306988059271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/115979306988059271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2006/10/urgh.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-115955065003978004</id><published>2006-09-30T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T01:24:10.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One. Think of 15 short bits of interesting stuff about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;And they've gotta be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two. Come up with 5 false statements regarding yourself, but for fun's sake keep them in the threshold of believability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three. Jumble them all up together and list them in any order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four. Post them on your blog and let people guess which the five false ones are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. In primary school, i didn't like eating(can u believe it?). So i would go to the exercise areas or basketball court during recess to play instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I absolutely can't stand onions and garlic. They disgust me. I hate their tastes. And the way they make your breath stink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My primary school was opposite the Istana. From our old school field, we could see through the fence in to the Istana and its big lawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I took school bus till i was primary 6, afterwhich, the moment PSLE ended, i took public bus with my friends everyday till school officially ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When i was Primary 6, I performed in a shopping centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My neighbour rears chickens. In the backyard. The rooster would crow at like 6 am in the morning at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I had always wanted to be the only child. I wanted to have a world of my own where i didn't have to share my things with anyone and i had all the attention of my parents to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Amongst my many ambitions, forensic scientist was one of them. It was only after watching CSI. Besides that, there was lawyer, doctor, paramedic, chemist, mathematician, accountant, engineer, architect, actress, scientist, zoologist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I obtained first place in both maths and science and wrote my best compo in primary 4. It was my best year academically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. My first house was a HDB flat in Hougang. It was near my previous church. But i only lived there for 2 years before moving to my present house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Most of my favourite songs are sung by boybands such as BBMak, Backstreet Boys, A1, North, Westlife, Savage Garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I first visited Disneyland was when i was 7 years old. The next time was 8 years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I was in 2 different kindergardens. I had to transfer school after the first one closed down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I acted as Goldilocks in primary school. That was the first time i acted infront of the whole school. Subsequently i acted as one of the 3 wise men in the Christmas play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I used to take care of my teeth really well. I maintained the whole set of milk teeth till i was 9 when one of my top front teeth dropped out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I purposely spoiled my eyesight when i was in Primary 5 just so i could wear specs by playing computer games every single day for long hours and sat closer to the tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. My birthday happened to be on the first day of my PSLE exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I used to wake up at 5am something for school in primary school and had to wait for the school bus at lik 6.15am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. My parents took me on my first holiday when i was nearly a year old. It was to Malaysia but i can't remember anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. On the way to Universal Studios in L.A., i slept in the car even though i had just eaten breakfast. So when i woke up, i puked on to my mum's jeans n my pants. Because of that, i had to buy a pair of shorts frm the theme park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYONE WHO COMES HERE AND READS THIS BLOG ENTRY IS AUTOMATICALLY TAGGED. if you do it, let me know so i can see!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-115955065003978004?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115955065003978004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=115955065003978004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/115955065003978004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/115955065003978004'/><link rel='alternate' 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wheneva.&lt;br /&gt;n thks tanya for ur suggestion on the other bbmak songs.&lt;br /&gt;if u hav pls send them to me.&lt;br /&gt;oh n we went out yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;i bought a dress for my "prom".&lt;br /&gt;it's a black cocktail-ish dress.&lt;br /&gt;can b worn as a tube dress or a halter top type dress&lt;br /&gt;or a long skirt.&lt;br /&gt;as a dress, it's up to my knee.&lt;br /&gt;we walked arnd far east plaza n a lil in wisma.&lt;br /&gt;till our legs wanted to break.&lt;br /&gt;oh n we ate gelato.&lt;br /&gt;94% fat-free. haha. so we hope it din affect&lt;br /&gt;our waist lines. hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to take a look at d bishan library on mon.&lt;br /&gt;quite cool in the layout n design of the place.&lt;br /&gt;altho not as conducive as that of some other libraries.&lt;br /&gt;yet, the national library isn't tt much better.&lt;br /&gt;both libraries r quite similar in these aspects.&lt;br /&gt;aftrwhich i bought a book.&lt;br /&gt;Pride n prejudice by Jane Austen.&lt;br /&gt;a gd read.&lt;br /&gt;i lik d english used.&lt;br /&gt;so nice n proper.&lt;br /&gt;last night, i also watched the movie of&lt;br /&gt;William Shakespeare's Midsummer Night's Dream.&lt;br /&gt;Full of "thou"s and "thee"s and "nay"s.&lt;br /&gt;haha. if onli the ppl in present times cxould still&lt;br /&gt;speak lik that. so gentlemanly and polite.&lt;br /&gt;and it's all on the play of words.&lt;br /&gt;so even if they wanted to insult one another,&lt;br /&gt;it would hav been done verbally n not physically&lt;br /&gt;which could b better in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya ok i shall end here.&lt;br /&gt;oh n i onli found out recently tt onli&lt;br /&gt;less than 20% of the ppl in sg r christians.&lt;br /&gt;as compared to lik samoa(i think) which has lik 99%&lt;br /&gt;of the population who r christians.&lt;br /&gt;it's quite sad.&lt;br /&gt;yet, as i knoe tt there r non-christians hu may also&lt;br /&gt;visit my blog, i shan't continue on this any further.&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-115840444075274051</id><published>2006-09-16T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T19:00:40.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, back frm my exams...&lt;br /&gt;actually it hasnt ended...&lt;br /&gt;i have 1 paper left.&lt;br /&gt;a maths paper 2&lt;br /&gt;but i'll b practising that later...&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;been so long away frm the com...&lt;br /&gt;lately, i've been goin to the library aftr sch&lt;br /&gt;to study&lt;br /&gt;n so, i've also been listenin to my mp3 in the library more.&lt;br /&gt;clarissa alwaes asks me to play this song by bbmak,&lt;br /&gt;it's an old one but i love it too.&lt;br /&gt;one of my favs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ghost Of You And Me Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;by BBMak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I supposed to do&lt;br /&gt;With all these blues&lt;br /&gt;Haunting me, everywhere, no matter what I do&lt;br /&gt;Watching the candle flicker out in the evening glow&lt;br /&gt;I cant let go&lt;br /&gt;When will this night be over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to fall in love with you&lt;br /&gt;And baby there's a name for what you put me through&lt;br /&gt;It isn't love, it's robbery&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleeping with the ghost of you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seen a lot of broken hearts go sailing by&lt;br /&gt;Phantom ships, lost at sea&lt;br /&gt;And one of them is mine&lt;br /&gt;Raising my glass,&lt;br /&gt;I sing a toast to the midnight sky&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why&lt;br /&gt;The stars don't seem to guide me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to fall in love with you&lt;br /&gt;And baby there's a name for what you put me through&lt;br /&gt;It isn't love, it's robbery&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleeping with the ghost of you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ghost of you and me&lt;br /&gt;When will it set me free&lt;br /&gt;I hear the voices call&lt;br /&gt;Following footsteps down the hall&lt;br /&gt;Trying to save what's left of my heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the candle flicker out in the evening glow&lt;br /&gt;I can't let go&lt;br /&gt;When will the night be over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to fall in love with you&lt;br /&gt;And baby there's a name for what you put me through&lt;br /&gt;It isn't love, it's robbery&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleeping with the ghost of you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to fall in love with you&lt;br /&gt;And baby there's a name for what you put me through&lt;br /&gt;It isn't love, it's robbery&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleeping with the ghost of you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised today that i had another song by bbmak...&lt;br /&gt;another nice famous one,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back Here Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;by BBMak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby set me free from this misery&lt;br /&gt;I can't take it no more&lt;br /&gt;Since you went away nothing's been the same&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what I'm living for&lt;br /&gt;Here I am so alone&lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing in this world&lt;br /&gt;I can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Until you're back here baby&lt;br /&gt;Miss you want you need you so&lt;br /&gt;Until you're back here baby yeah&lt;br /&gt;There's a feeling inside&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;You are the one and I can't let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told you lies even made you cry&lt;br /&gt;Baby I was so wrong&lt;br /&gt;Girl I promise you now my love is true&lt;br /&gt;This is where my heart belongs&lt;br /&gt;Cos here I am so alone&lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing in this world I can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder, are you thinking of me&lt;br /&gt;Cos I'm thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder&lt;br /&gt;Are you ever coming back in my life?&lt;br /&gt;Cos here I am so alone&lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing in this world I can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus to fade]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last time when i heard of the name bbmak,&lt;br /&gt;i din think they were the type of band which sings these kinds of songs.&lt;br /&gt;which r my fav types of songs....&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, other than that,&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking about the story of Romeo and Juliet.&lt;br /&gt;if it was based on a true story,&lt;br /&gt;i would say that they would have been really dumb&lt;br /&gt;to end their lives so young,&lt;br /&gt;being only sixteen(romeo) and fourteen(juliet).&lt;br /&gt;it's crazy.&lt;br /&gt;especially when they've never really met that many other&lt;br /&gt;guys n gals.&lt;br /&gt;oh and just before they met,&lt;br /&gt;romeo was in love with some other girl&lt;br /&gt;who rejected him right?&lt;br /&gt;seriously, they were impulsive.&lt;br /&gt;okay, so luckily it's only a story.&lt;br /&gt;otherwise it would have been really sad.&lt;br /&gt;i have certainly lived longer than juliet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, these are the latest of my collection of pics i think,&lt;br /&gt;they're taken on teachers' day.&lt;br /&gt;entitled :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trapped in a box.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay blogger refuses to load them...&lt;br /&gt;okay mayb i'll load them another time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-115840444075274051?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115840444075274051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>the exams are practically round the corner!&lt;br /&gt;it's just over the weekend...&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;i hate exams.&lt;br /&gt;esp since i'm definitely not the studying type&lt;br /&gt;that can't stand staring at the same book&lt;br /&gt;for hours and hours...&lt;br /&gt;and since i'm the no-willpower type of person&lt;br /&gt;no self-control...&lt;br /&gt;i get distracted absolutely easily...&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for it to be over&lt;br /&gt;yet i feel that if i'd to do the exams now&lt;br /&gt;i wont get as high as i could...&lt;br /&gt;so in a way it's a sense of mixed emotions...&lt;br /&gt;the exams hav domineered my blog for awhile now.&lt;br /&gt;irritating.&lt;br /&gt;i hope it could end soon.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, when i was taking a break last week&lt;br /&gt;aftr my ss paper n my practicals&lt;br /&gt;which i so do not wanna talk abt now,&lt;br /&gt;i watched the devil wears prada with clarissa.&lt;br /&gt;It rocks!&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;for all those fashion fanatics/aspiring fashion designers/models,&lt;br /&gt;or those who just like the sight of nice designer clothes and&lt;br /&gt;have a sense of style/fashion,&lt;br /&gt;U should definitely watch it.&lt;br /&gt;N Anne Hathaway looks so pretty too!&lt;br /&gt;With all the make-up and stylish clothes.&lt;br /&gt;she could be a model actually,&lt;br /&gt;coz she has the height.&lt;br /&gt;and her features r not the typical american girl type&lt;br /&gt;of features.&lt;br /&gt;sure, she does look american, but not the typical&lt;br /&gt;pretty girl la.&lt;br /&gt;okay, my com's lagging...&lt;br /&gt;it's irritating.&lt;br /&gt;n i've gotta go n mug sommore!!!&lt;br /&gt;i've been turned into a nerd!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-115737381288965403?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-115514070264147735</id><published>2006-08-09T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T00:25:03.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy National Day everyone!&lt;br /&gt;kaes...&lt;br /&gt;din go to national stadium this yr...&lt;br /&gt;been to the ndp lik almost evry yr last time&lt;br /&gt;coz my dad was in the saf.&lt;br /&gt;now he's kinda still is but considered retired.&lt;br /&gt;and besides it's almost the same evryyear.&lt;br /&gt;the goody bags, the noise makers, the colourful choir,&lt;br /&gt;the marching contingent, the gun shots,&lt;br /&gt;the canons, the hosts, the kallang/padang waves,&lt;br /&gt;the president n prime minister's arrivals,&lt;br /&gt;the singing of national day songs,&lt;br /&gt;the colourful performances put up by SOKA and/or PAP&lt;br /&gt;and other organisations,&lt;br /&gt;the F-16s and the Cheenuks(duno how to spell it, juz spellin it lik how it sounds lik),&lt;br /&gt;the national anthem n pledge, the dances&lt;br /&gt;and lastly the fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;personally, i'm quite bored of it&lt;br /&gt;and dislike the loud noises made esp by the fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;i kinda hav a phobia of sudden loud noises... dun ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;even yesterdae, when evryone was popping their party poppers,&lt;br /&gt;i was lik blinkin quite abit.&lt;br /&gt;fortunately no one noticed tt den.&lt;br /&gt;i bravely popped one too.&lt;br /&gt;but at least i knew of when it was gonna pop&lt;br /&gt;since i was the one doin the poppin.&lt;br /&gt;in the end when i popped it,&lt;br /&gt;nothin came out.&lt;br /&gt;those colourful paper ruffles thing was suppose&lt;br /&gt;to come out right?&lt;br /&gt;but it din.&lt;br /&gt;if i watch fireworks on the tv or frm a great distance&lt;br /&gt;i'm not tt afraid.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;we had the national day celebrations&lt;br /&gt;den we were all cheerin for our respective houses.&lt;br /&gt;the skits put up were all really hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;no offence to tolley ppl&lt;br /&gt;but i din understand tt skit at all.&lt;br /&gt;it lik din really link.&lt;br /&gt;the pauline twohill thing was really funny.&lt;br /&gt;n jesslyn rocks la...&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;she acted as rosie, pck's wife.&lt;br /&gt;aftrwhich tanya n i went over to clarissa's house&lt;br /&gt;(not her real physical house but the group she was in)&lt;br /&gt;den we joined the gang...&lt;br /&gt;n sang our lungs n throats out!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;so fun!&lt;br /&gt;okok&lt;br /&gt;i'll end here. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-115514070264147735?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-115401036773379389</id><published>2006-07-27T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T22:26:07.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"...18, 19, 20. Ready or not here i am come!"&lt;br /&gt;My bellows echoed throughout the house.&lt;br /&gt;As I opened my eyes and moved away from the door,&lt;br /&gt;I crept towards the stairs,&lt;br /&gt;peering around as I took each step.&lt;br /&gt;The floorboards creaked beneath my feet.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to lighten my steps as I tip-toed up&lt;br /&gt;the dark wooden flight of stairs.&lt;br /&gt;The golden chandelier was lit above me.&lt;br /&gt;The shining crystals poured out light&lt;br /&gt;over the magnificient stairway.&lt;br /&gt;Even after looking at it all these years,&lt;br /&gt;the majestic chandelier still mesmerized me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----=+=-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was a practice. for O's.&lt;br /&gt;i need to write better compositions.&lt;br /&gt;and it matches the theme of my new background.&lt;br /&gt;how do u guys find the background?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-115392188727971978</id><published>2006-07-26T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T21:51:28.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey!... i'm back...&lt;br /&gt;for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched a lil of miss universe pageant 2006...&lt;br /&gt;miss japan got 1st runner-up!&lt;br /&gt;wow... unbelievable when u first hear it.&lt;br /&gt;but when u see her pic,&lt;br /&gt;u'll understand why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/Miss%20Japan2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/Miss%20Japan2006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/Miss%20japan%20(national%20costume).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/Miss%20japan%20%28national%20costume%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;-miss japan... in evening gown n national costume. i was kinda expecting to see miss japan wearing a kimono... but den again, this is more unique... n it's quite stylish n cool. unusual. well... she rocks... for all the asian countries out there who couldnt make it as far as her. esp singapore... miss singapore didnt even make it to the top 20... i personally think that jade seah shld hav won... but wad can i say? i don't wanna be jailed so i shant say any further... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than tt... nothin that interesting has happened lately...&lt;br /&gt;the person who designed my current background is really talented.&lt;br /&gt;u shld see her other designs...&lt;br /&gt;really cool... i shall put them up the next time i change my background. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-115375550617063349</id><published>2006-07-24T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T23:38:26.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry if i havent been bloggin much&lt;br /&gt;or will not b...&lt;br /&gt;coz i'm gonna hav to use the time to prepare for&lt;br /&gt;my prelims people...&lt;br /&gt;ok i'll try to make it short n sweet.&lt;br /&gt;i need my beauty sleep.&lt;br /&gt;the weekend was cool n fun.&lt;br /&gt;ironically,&lt;br /&gt;the weather was hot.&lt;br /&gt;we went shopping anyway.&lt;br /&gt;bought loads of tops.&lt;br /&gt;3 or 4 to b more or less exact.&lt;br /&gt;n 2 tees.&lt;br /&gt;n a bracelet.&lt;br /&gt;a free necklace.&lt;br /&gt;n a pair of earrings.&lt;br /&gt;total expenditure = nearly $80.&lt;br /&gt;ok... my future husband may suffer&lt;br /&gt;if this is considered spend-thrift.&lt;br /&gt;oh well...&lt;br /&gt;i wont b shoppin till aftr o's anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;searched friendster for my kindergarden frenz...&lt;br /&gt;so far found 4 n still counting...&lt;br /&gt;it was actually quite eazy for some.&lt;br /&gt;depends on whether they hav common names&lt;br /&gt;or not too...&lt;br /&gt;one of them was gayle nerva(sg idol&lt;br /&gt;contestant)'s bro. n d coincidental thing&lt;br /&gt;is that they live juz round the corner frm me.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;weird rite?&lt;br /&gt;anyway, that's abt it.&lt;br /&gt;shant bore u wif other boring stuff abt my life.&lt;br /&gt;i wont b able to update much anymore.&lt;br /&gt;ok... byez!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-115375550617063349?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-115340875859342395</id><published>2006-07-20T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T23:19:18.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's quite a sad day...&lt;br /&gt;not for me...&lt;br /&gt;but for other ppl...&lt;br /&gt;today, we celebrated racial harmony day but still,&lt;br /&gt;we took our goodbye pics wif ms yuen.&lt;br /&gt;it's her last day tmr.&lt;br /&gt;our beloved e maths n p.e. teacher,&lt;br /&gt;we'll miss u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/DSC02255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/DSC02255.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/DSC02260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/DSC02260.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh n for sg idol,&lt;br /&gt;gayle got voted out....&lt;br /&gt;so sad.&lt;br /&gt;out of all the girls there,&lt;br /&gt;i liked her the best.&lt;br /&gt;acc to my bro,&lt;br /&gt;she might be my neighbour&lt;br /&gt;'coz he claims he saw her&lt;br /&gt;a few times walking home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been goin to the library aftr sch&lt;br /&gt;wif tanya, clarissa n jx these few days.&lt;br /&gt;actually, whenever i go there,&lt;br /&gt;i'll juz be doing homework.&lt;br /&gt;not so much of studyin.&lt;br /&gt;but hey,&lt;br /&gt;it's a start.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;wif my kind of record,&lt;br /&gt;goin to the lirbrary to do work&lt;br /&gt;is somthin surprising.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i am gonna be studyin intensively soon.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got home,&lt;br /&gt;i decided to run since i havent been&lt;br /&gt;exercising much lately&lt;br /&gt;wif the suspension of cca&lt;br /&gt;quite some time ago.&lt;br /&gt;and since i've been comin home rather&lt;br /&gt;late frm the libraries,&lt;br /&gt;i dun usually find the time to run.&lt;br /&gt;or wuld usually b too tired.&lt;br /&gt;n since today,&lt;br /&gt;both my bros were also home&lt;br /&gt;rather early&lt;br /&gt;and were set to run,&lt;br /&gt;i decided to join them.&lt;br /&gt;yet, i onli joined them for abt 1/4&lt;br /&gt;of the run.&lt;br /&gt;they decided to run to jalan kayu&lt;br /&gt;which was quite far,&lt;br /&gt;lik several bus-stops away.&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to juz run arnd my neighbourhood,&lt;br /&gt;up to the main road n back.&lt;br /&gt;even den,&lt;br /&gt;i was rather breathless half-way.&lt;br /&gt;my lungs n throat was hurting so&lt;br /&gt;i was forced to walk slowly at certain pts.&lt;br /&gt;man, i'm sure unfit.&lt;br /&gt;but of coz, wif my condition,&lt;br /&gt;i din wanna push it.&lt;br /&gt;aftrwards, i decided to ride my bro's bike&lt;br /&gt;coz i dun hav one of my own.&lt;br /&gt;aftr struggling for awhile wif it,&lt;br /&gt;even aftr adjusting it,&lt;br /&gt;it was still too high for me.&lt;br /&gt;wad can i sae?&lt;br /&gt;i'm just short.&lt;br /&gt;my bro came to the rescue,&lt;br /&gt;he adjusted the seat till it was too high&lt;br /&gt;for him,&lt;br /&gt;n demonstrated how i was supposed to&lt;br /&gt;ride even tho it was too high.&lt;br /&gt;yet despite him being able to hop on it so easily,&lt;br /&gt;i was not able to.&lt;br /&gt;it was onli till i used the curb on the side of the road&lt;br /&gt;den i was able to ride.&lt;br /&gt;haha. it was rather unstable&lt;br /&gt;i had to violently swerve left n right&lt;br /&gt;b4 being able to control it.&lt;br /&gt;den when my bro asked me to stop at the curb,&lt;br /&gt;i was quite unsure how to n had to ask him&lt;br /&gt;to help me catch me when i stopped&lt;br /&gt;to prevent me frm falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh n this mornin, we celebrated racial harmony day.&lt;br /&gt;many people din wear traditional costumes.&lt;br /&gt;they din bother to.&lt;br /&gt;they juz wore their house t-shirts(coloured p.e. t-shirt lik)&lt;br /&gt;n cca skirts.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;some ppl wore traditional costumes lik tanya n i.&lt;br /&gt;i wore a green chongsam wif my own heels.&lt;br /&gt;while tanya wore a white floral qi pao, iszit?&lt;br /&gt;cant remember wad it was called.&lt;br /&gt;sadly, i couldnt bring my cam coz my bro borrowed it&lt;br /&gt;n tanya also din bring hers.&lt;br /&gt;clarissa's cam also had a flat batt.&lt;br /&gt;it was quite nice to see some of us differently&lt;br /&gt;n esp seeing the teachers differently.&lt;br /&gt;mrs chong(madam butterfly), my chinese teacher&lt;br /&gt;who normally dresses uniquely,&lt;br /&gt;was wearing a nice orange/red outfit&lt;br /&gt;which was shiny n had a matchin scarf/shawl/wrap-around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. tt's all for today...&lt;br /&gt;i'm feelin really tired frm sch n all.&lt;br /&gt;ok sry for the long entry.&lt;br /&gt;goin to slp now.&lt;br /&gt;might not b bloggin for long.&lt;br /&gt;k bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-115340875859342395?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115340875859342395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=115340875859342395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/115340875859342395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/115340875859342395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2006/07/todays-quite-sad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-115315213979752088</id><published>2006-07-17T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T00:02:19.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>weekend was fun...&lt;br /&gt;i had prayer n praise for cell...&lt;br /&gt;jas n i were the emcees.&lt;br /&gt;esther n jamie were the judges&lt;br /&gt;n aunty pat was the guest judge.&lt;br /&gt;hahaz.&lt;br /&gt;it was really fun.&lt;br /&gt;the presentations the grps put up&lt;br /&gt;were impressive n creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday was church.&lt;br /&gt;Canon Kuan was lik alrite.&lt;br /&gt;his sermon was quite relevant i guess.&lt;br /&gt;lunch was fun.&lt;br /&gt;ate wif my cell ppl.&lt;br /&gt;talked bout loads of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, had listenin compre.&lt;br /&gt;i think i got at least 2 wrong la.&lt;br /&gt;sigh. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;at least chinese is over.&lt;br /&gt;for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;i've finally started studyin...&lt;br /&gt;or at least doin work la.&lt;br /&gt;today aftr sch,&lt;br /&gt;tanya, clarissa n i went to the tp library&lt;br /&gt;to study&lt;br /&gt;or do work at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel much better frm d migraine btw.&lt;br /&gt;i slept the whole of friday aftrnoon.&lt;br /&gt;woke up n went for tuition...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea i caught pirates of the caribbean 2&lt;br /&gt;on sat.&lt;br /&gt;it was quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;i think d first one's funnier&lt;br /&gt;but this one's not bad too.&lt;br /&gt;duno y evryone saes it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a dream once&lt;br /&gt;just aftr i watched x-men3.&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt tt there was some kind of&lt;br /&gt;nuclear explosion.&lt;br /&gt;den evryone had some sort of super power.&lt;br /&gt;i din hav any at first.&lt;br /&gt;somethin lik the boy frm sky high.&lt;br /&gt;if i had to choose a power,&lt;br /&gt;i wuld either choose to b able to be invisible&lt;br /&gt;or hav the ability to change my appearance&lt;br /&gt;like mystic in x-men.&lt;br /&gt;den i can change myself to look like&lt;br /&gt;the prettiest model in the world.&lt;br /&gt;lik one of the America's next top model.&lt;br /&gt;or tyra banks.&lt;br /&gt;or hav d the ability to teleport.&lt;br /&gt;so i can save time n energy&lt;br /&gt;by juz blinkin.&lt;br /&gt;no nid to take bus n walk for 1 hr evryday.&lt;br /&gt;i can juz teleport myself to new york or paris&lt;br /&gt;or rome or london or venice w/o sitting in the airplane.&lt;br /&gt;n if i'm angry i can juz blink myself to another location&lt;br /&gt;n b back in less than a day.&lt;br /&gt;n not hav to face d ppl i'm angry wif.&lt;br /&gt;i wont wanna read ppl's minds.&lt;br /&gt;aftr wait i dun lik wad i hear.&lt;br /&gt;n readin ppl's minds is lik so cliche.&lt;br /&gt;freezing time wuld b cool too.&lt;br /&gt;or rewinding or speedin...&lt;br /&gt;as in being in control of time la.&lt;br /&gt;can rewind or slow down or speed up&lt;br /&gt;or freeze time.&lt;br /&gt;tt's cool.&lt;br /&gt;esp if u're lik watchin a sunset or&lt;br /&gt;a rainbow tt's gonna fade soon.&lt;br /&gt;den freeze time n admire it.&lt;br /&gt;haha. imagine tt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-115315213979752088?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115315213979752088/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-115289664326078175</id><published>2006-07-14T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T01:04:03.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>puking is horrible...&lt;br /&gt;i hate the feeling...&lt;br /&gt;it's gut-wrenching&lt;br /&gt;like wad my dad says...&lt;br /&gt;but once u've stopped...&lt;br /&gt;it's a bliss...&lt;br /&gt;i hate the feelin of wanting to vomit even more...&lt;br /&gt;it's lik u wan to vomit but u can't...&lt;br /&gt;n i wanted to lie down n slp so bad.&lt;br /&gt;coz of the s2pid headaches...&lt;br /&gt;but evrytime i tried,&lt;br /&gt;i felt lik vomiting...&lt;br /&gt;so i wuld sit up n lean over a plastic bag&lt;br /&gt;but den i wuldnt puke...&lt;br /&gt;onli until my dad drove me home&lt;br /&gt;n i was still in the car outside my hse.&lt;br /&gt;den when i puked into the bag,&lt;br /&gt;it started leaking,&lt;br /&gt;n got the car seat all wet...&lt;br /&gt;den i opened the door n puked onto the road.&lt;br /&gt;den drank water n apple juice&lt;br /&gt;to get rid of the burnin sensation in my throat&lt;br /&gt;caused by the hydrochloric acid.&lt;br /&gt;den i went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;aftrwhich i woke up at abt 1+ n ate my lunch.&lt;br /&gt;den read abit of my book&lt;br /&gt;b4 goin back to slp.&lt;br /&gt;den i slpt till 6.&lt;br /&gt;den bathed n ate dinner&lt;br /&gt;n went for tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok y did i puke?&lt;br /&gt;coz i was havin 3 migraines in the mornin&lt;br /&gt;which felt lik 1 massive one&lt;br /&gt;coz they were all one of the other.&lt;br /&gt;wif the migraines came the neausea(did i spell tt rite?)&lt;br /&gt;lazy to check dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;den i onli managed to do 1 titration&lt;br /&gt;out of 3 coz i couldnt take it.&lt;br /&gt;so i went to the office&lt;br /&gt;n waited there while they phoned my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only started gettin migraines aftr my heart op last yr.&lt;br /&gt;first it started out lik today,&lt;br /&gt;really severe.&lt;br /&gt;den it got weaker n weaker&lt;br /&gt;n less often.&lt;br /&gt;but i dun really puke coz of it tt often.&lt;br /&gt;once in a long while mayb...&lt;br /&gt;n i duno whether they were due to migraine.&lt;br /&gt;so anyway,&lt;br /&gt;coz of it,&lt;br /&gt;i started seeing the neurologist.&lt;br /&gt;i went for my MRI yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;it was lik alrite.&lt;br /&gt;not tt scary.&lt;br /&gt;juz laid down in this machine&lt;br /&gt;w/o moving.&lt;br /&gt;for lik 30-50 mins.&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt tell how long.&lt;br /&gt;coz i din hav a watch wif me.&lt;br /&gt;i think i was really tired&lt;br /&gt;coz i was lik half-aslp.&lt;br /&gt;i think i was dreamin coz whenever&lt;br /&gt;my muscle twitches or sumthin,&lt;br /&gt;i wuld lik "wake up" in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;but wuldnt rmbr wad i was&lt;br /&gt;thinkin abt last.&lt;br /&gt;at first,&lt;br /&gt;i was lik singing in my head&lt;br /&gt;some Christian songs i could think of.&lt;br /&gt;aftr awhile i dreamt of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;yeah d nurse said tt i was really gd&lt;br /&gt;coz i laid really still throughout.&lt;br /&gt;at certain pts,&lt;br /&gt;i tried to move my fingers n toes slightly&lt;br /&gt;coz they were gettin numb.&lt;br /&gt;but it wasnt tt much.&lt;br /&gt;the noises the machine made&lt;br /&gt;were really loud&lt;br /&gt;coz i was wearin earplugs&lt;br /&gt;n cushions arnd my ears.&lt;br /&gt;but i could still hear them loudly.&lt;br /&gt;i tried to relate them to some of the&lt;br /&gt;evryday sounds we hear.&lt;br /&gt;one was lik a ball bouncing really&lt;br /&gt;fast on the tennis court&lt;br /&gt;but really loudly too.&lt;br /&gt;one was lik a siren or alarm.&lt;br /&gt;one was lik someone knockin on the glass&lt;br /&gt;followed by loud echoes in the machine.&lt;br /&gt;one was lik the sound made by the drills&lt;br /&gt;in construction sites.&lt;br /&gt;there were more i think&lt;br /&gt;but i onli thot of these few.&lt;br /&gt;some were unidentifyable.&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;the results of the scan&lt;br /&gt;wuld b told to me in august.&lt;br /&gt;i'm rather worried for it.&lt;br /&gt;well, other than the frequent migraines,&lt;br /&gt;i've been droppin a lot of hair lately.&lt;br /&gt;compared to last time.&lt;br /&gt;n i dun think tt it's due to the recent rebonding&lt;br /&gt;coz i did rebond my hair a few times b4.&lt;br /&gt;it not onli drops a lot when it's wet,&lt;br /&gt;but also sometimes when it's dry.&lt;br /&gt;which is really weird.&lt;br /&gt;i mean&lt;br /&gt;wad if i hav lik cancer or a tumor...&lt;br /&gt;choy...&lt;br /&gt;i dun wanna die so young.&lt;br /&gt;but mayb... God might wan it to happen?&lt;br /&gt;i duno.&lt;br /&gt;see first la.&lt;br /&gt;i doubt it wuld come to tt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent really been studyin tt much...&lt;br /&gt;i hav been doin more hwk lately tho,&lt;br /&gt;which is gd.&lt;br /&gt;i used to not do at all...&lt;br /&gt;ms siti thot i was worried for my test today.&lt;br /&gt;coz i told my mom tt i might nid an MC for&lt;br /&gt;today's early dismissal.&lt;br /&gt;coz i was havin a chem test n suppose to hav a bio test.&lt;br /&gt;both practicals.&lt;br /&gt;but den when my mom spoke to ms siti abt this&lt;br /&gt;she misinterpreted this as&lt;br /&gt;me havin the migraine attack as a result&lt;br /&gt;of stress coz of the test.&lt;br /&gt;which is most unlikely true.&lt;br /&gt;the tests were lik near the back of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;i was lik juz gonna do it lik normal pracs...&lt;br /&gt;coz anyway it wasnt lik i din know how to do these practicals...&lt;br /&gt;i did it b4...&lt;br /&gt;yeah... so...&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i asked my mom to ask ms siti abt the MC&lt;br /&gt;coz the office staff told me tt if i din get an MC&lt;br /&gt;wheneva i had a test,&lt;br /&gt;i wuld get a 0.&lt;br /&gt;major yum told me tt too.&lt;br /&gt;n ms siti also asked me to see a doc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwae, i'm fine now.&lt;br /&gt;sadly, i couldn't join tanya n lindy they all&lt;br /&gt;to support angel n jane in their singin competition&lt;br /&gt;in newtown sec.&lt;br /&gt;oh ya tanya, tell me abt it ok?&lt;br /&gt;n sry i couldnt make it.&lt;br /&gt;din think i wuld b sick.&lt;br /&gt;during PE i was lik fine.&lt;br /&gt;mayb it was coz of PE tt caused my migraine.&lt;br /&gt;i duno.&lt;br /&gt;mayb it was cause of the run?&lt;br /&gt;but it was onli 1 round round tt pathetic&lt;br /&gt;"track" even tho i did "exert" myself a lil&lt;br /&gt;when i overtook some ppl.&lt;br /&gt;den we played soccer&lt;br /&gt;which was really fun!&lt;br /&gt;i was one of d attackers in my team.&lt;br /&gt;tanya chose to b the goalkeeper.&lt;br /&gt;we din score any goals tho.&lt;br /&gt;nor did the other team.&lt;br /&gt;so it was a tie.&lt;br /&gt;but the "field" was so small la.&lt;br /&gt;n so was d goal.&lt;br /&gt;i got hit by the ball on my shin.&lt;br /&gt;but it wasnt tt bad.&lt;br /&gt;when we threw in the ball,&lt;br /&gt;we could throw in lik to the other side la&lt;br /&gt;coz lik i saed it was so small.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;but it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya.&lt;br /&gt;i caught lik half of sg idol on wed.&lt;br /&gt;last time i saed i liked joakim i think.&lt;br /&gt;or was at least referring to him.&lt;br /&gt;i still do.&lt;br /&gt;he's not veri strong vocally but i think&lt;br /&gt;he's got a nice personality.&lt;br /&gt;n he's lik quite mixed.&lt;br /&gt;he's dad's an indian n his mom's a korean.&lt;br /&gt;cool rite?&lt;br /&gt;n he learnt chinese.&lt;br /&gt;even tho he's not a chinese.&lt;br /&gt;i know coz tanya told me tt he's&lt;br /&gt;her ex-tutor's ex-student.&lt;br /&gt;i think paul is gd vocally.&lt;br /&gt;altho his hair is lik quite irritating.&lt;br /&gt;it covered both his eyes this time.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;quite funny to watch him&lt;br /&gt;coz gurmit singh had to point out to him&lt;br /&gt;which camera to look at.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;lik he couldnt see them.&lt;br /&gt;den when he was singin he had to swing his head&lt;br /&gt;a few times to fling his hair off his face,&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;jonathan's gd too.&lt;br /&gt;i dun really lik any of the girls.&lt;br /&gt;i prefer gayle the most tho.&lt;br /&gt;my mom thinks tt mathilda's gd.&lt;br /&gt;but my bro keeps criticising abt her choice&lt;br /&gt;of wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;other than sg idol,&lt;br /&gt;i've been watchin the new chinese show on ch8.&lt;br /&gt;it premiered this wk.&lt;br /&gt;starring rui en, felicia chin, terrance chow n julian hee.&lt;br /&gt;i think julian hee speaks quite funnily.&lt;br /&gt;rui en is super skinny la.&lt;br /&gt;if u look at her arms n legs it's lik&lt;br /&gt;she doesnt hav any fats at all.&lt;br /&gt;felicia chin looks big when standin next to her.&lt;br /&gt;but i think felicia chin looks prettier.&lt;br /&gt;as in her face.&lt;br /&gt;rui en has this cutesy small girl look&lt;br /&gt;whereas felicia looks more matured&lt;br /&gt;yet demure.&lt;br /&gt;julian looks lik d gd-lookin but gay type.&lt;br /&gt;altho he might not b.&lt;br /&gt;d lil boy called xiao hao is so cute&lt;br /&gt;n is such a gd actor for someone his age.&lt;br /&gt;yeah ok gd n see it for urself if u wanna knoe more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-115289664326078175?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115289664326078175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=115289664326078175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/115289664326078175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/115289664326078175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2006/07/puking-is-horrible.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-115263419731334149</id><published>2006-07-11T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T00:09:57.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey peeps...&lt;br /&gt;wad a long day...&lt;br /&gt;man, m i tired...&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;i feel lik slpin...&lt;br /&gt;i'm goin to in a while.&lt;br /&gt;i havent done any work&lt;br /&gt;as usual...&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;i seriously think there's somethin wrong wif my brain.&lt;br /&gt;i keep avoiding work.&lt;br /&gt;i keep avoiding the textbooks&lt;br /&gt;and the past year papers.&lt;br /&gt;n for some strange reason,&lt;br /&gt;i seem to b losing more n more&lt;br /&gt;hair by the day.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, when i shower,&lt;br /&gt;several strands,&lt;br /&gt;not just one,&lt;br /&gt;will fall out.&lt;br /&gt;everytime.&lt;br /&gt;even now,&lt;br /&gt;when i'm not bathing.&lt;br /&gt;it's still wet, yes,&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not even touching it.&lt;br /&gt;in a way it's good.&lt;br /&gt;coz my hair's like quite thick.&lt;br /&gt;but how much hair do i have?&lt;br /&gt;it's not an endless supply.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;hmm...&lt;br /&gt;i doubt it's due to the chemicals&lt;br /&gt;from rebonding.&lt;br /&gt;'coz i've rebonded b4&lt;br /&gt;n my hair nv falls out so much lik this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, anyway,&lt;br /&gt;i think i screwed up my orals.&lt;br /&gt;for chinese.&lt;br /&gt;for o levels.&lt;br /&gt;i din even understand the qn.&lt;br /&gt;when the qn was askin abt youth&lt;br /&gt;today being materialistic,&lt;br /&gt;i answered about&lt;br /&gt;singapore having lots of trees&lt;br /&gt;and animals.&lt;br /&gt;the examiners had to stop me&lt;br /&gt;and explain the qn to me.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;at least they were kind enuf to let me&lt;br /&gt;talk abt tt topic.&lt;br /&gt;but i dun think i answered to well&lt;br /&gt;either.&lt;br /&gt;i fumbled,&lt;br /&gt;hemmed, hawed and&lt;br /&gt;paused at several occasions.&lt;br /&gt;and i couldn't elaborate that much.&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't thinkin straight&lt;br /&gt;esp aftr i interpreted the qn wrongly&lt;br /&gt;and had them correct me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clarissa and tanya roped me&lt;br /&gt;into a trio.&lt;br /&gt;wondered y i put blossom under&lt;br /&gt;one of my nicknames?&lt;br /&gt;well,&lt;br /&gt;it's coz of them.&lt;br /&gt;out of the 3,&lt;br /&gt;i would rather choose bubbles,&lt;br /&gt;coz she wears blue, she's the youngest&lt;br /&gt;and she's cute.&lt;br /&gt;but i had to sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;and settle for blossom&lt;br /&gt;coz tanya's buttercup&lt;br /&gt;and clarissa's dead-set&lt;br /&gt;on bubbles coz she&lt;br /&gt;absolutely loves blue,&lt;br /&gt;mayb even more than me.&lt;br /&gt;betw blossom n buttercup,&lt;br /&gt;i would prefer blossom.&lt;br /&gt;coz i dun really lik buttercup.&lt;br /&gt;she's lik rough n tom-boyish.&lt;br /&gt;i'm quite tom-boyish at times,&lt;br /&gt;or at least can be,&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not rough.&lt;br /&gt;oh n they "forced" me&lt;br /&gt;to buy a ppg notebook also la.&lt;br /&gt;wif them.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;this is wad peer pressure can be.&lt;br /&gt;i dun really nid it.&lt;br /&gt;n i guess i could certainly&lt;br /&gt;save the money on other things.&lt;br /&gt;but aiya.&lt;br /&gt;wadeva la.&lt;br /&gt;for the sake of my frenz' happiness,&lt;br /&gt;i guess i can spare a few cents.&lt;br /&gt;the notebooks came in 3s.&lt;br /&gt;so juz nice lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i juz found out today,&lt;br /&gt;that Brazilian soccer player Kaka,&lt;br /&gt;is married or is going to marry&lt;br /&gt;a girl who is like 6 or 7 yrs younger&lt;br /&gt;than he is.&lt;br /&gt;Rude shock!&lt;br /&gt;it's lik having a child bride...&lt;br /&gt;she's 18 n he's lik 25!&lt;br /&gt;which means,&lt;br /&gt;when she was lik 14, he was lik 21!&lt;br /&gt;sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt even wanna date a 21 yr old guy&lt;br /&gt;at my age,&lt;br /&gt;let alone if i was still 14.&lt;br /&gt;it wuld b lik i'm dating a 23 yr old guy.&lt;br /&gt;or a J2 gal marryin a 25 yr old guy...&lt;br /&gt;isnt she like too young for him?&lt;br /&gt;wont he find her too immature?&lt;br /&gt;i dunno la...&lt;br /&gt;it's juz unusual in this modern era.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to post up some pics&lt;br /&gt;tt i took wif clarissa recently.&lt;br /&gt;but the blogger din seem to upload it.&lt;br /&gt;so aiya.&lt;br /&gt;nvm la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-115263419731334149?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115263419731334149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=115263419731334149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/115263419731334149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/115263419731334149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2006/07/hey-peeps.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-115236807658872895</id><published>2006-07-08T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T22:14:36.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>phew...&lt;br /&gt;finally...&lt;br /&gt;took me a few hours&lt;br /&gt;coz there were some technical probs...&lt;br /&gt;but finally i compromised&lt;br /&gt;n the blogskin also compromised...&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to add in abit of the stuff i had on my old blog skin&lt;br /&gt;but it caused probs...&lt;br /&gt;somehow both the old n new could not cooperate.&lt;br /&gt;so i had to scrap the old stuff...&lt;br /&gt;actually i had a few other choices of blogskins to choose from.&lt;br /&gt;they were all so nice too...&lt;br /&gt;but i decided to choose this in the end...&lt;br /&gt;partly coz i love blue&lt;br /&gt;and also sasa loves blue too!&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;sasa = clarissa.&lt;br /&gt;yea. so.&lt;br /&gt;if i'm free...&lt;br /&gt;i might also change again...&lt;br /&gt;mayb in a few mths time.&lt;br /&gt;lik aftr o's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-115236807658872895?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115236807658872895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=115236807658872895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/115236807658872895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/115236807658872895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2006/07/phew.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-115236278787009412</id><published>2006-07-08T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T20:46:27.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life...&lt;br /&gt;is so boring...&lt;br /&gt;studying....&lt;br /&gt;is boring...&lt;br /&gt;sianz...&lt;br /&gt;staring at my books...&lt;br /&gt;i feel like falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i peer around the room,&lt;br /&gt;papers, books and files clutter the floor and tables.&lt;br /&gt;i sigh.&lt;br /&gt;40 over days more to go...&lt;br /&gt;even then,&lt;br /&gt;i still need to study.&lt;br /&gt;even after my prelims,&lt;br /&gt;it's not over.&lt;br /&gt;only till november.&lt;br /&gt;mid novemeber.&lt;br /&gt;then, all this will end.&lt;br /&gt;i would be able to burn everything.&lt;br /&gt;that would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;if i could do that.&lt;br /&gt;or at least throw or give them away.&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;just get rid of them.&lt;br /&gt;get rid of my books,&lt;br /&gt;my papers,&lt;br /&gt;my boredom,&lt;br /&gt;my burdens.&lt;br /&gt;i would be able to get&lt;br /&gt;my freedom,&lt;br /&gt;my time,&lt;br /&gt;my friends,&lt;br /&gt;my fun,&lt;br /&gt;my room,&lt;br /&gt;my movies,&lt;br /&gt;my tv,&lt;br /&gt;my computer,&lt;br /&gt;my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for now i'm stuck.&lt;br /&gt;stuck here.&lt;br /&gt;stuck in my room.&lt;br /&gt;stuck with my books.&lt;br /&gt;stuck with studying.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously don't know how people can like studying.&lt;br /&gt;yucks.&lt;br /&gt;they're seriously boring.&lt;br /&gt;they seriously have no life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-115236278787009412?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115236278787009412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=115236278787009412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/115236278787009412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/115236278787009412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2006/07/life.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-115235673825331514</id><published>2006-07-08T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T19:05:38.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there are certain things i like...&lt;br /&gt;i'm a visual person...&lt;br /&gt;so the things i like mostly appeal to me visually...&lt;br /&gt;like... &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/baby%20pic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/baby%20pic2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/baby3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/baby3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/baby%20pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/baby%20pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/baby%20pic4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/baby%20pic4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/hands%20up!.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/hands%20up%21.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/puppies.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/puppies.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/creative%20dog.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/creative%20dog.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/puppies3.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/puppies3.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/healthy%20and%20fit%20hamster.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/healthy%20and%20fit%20hamster.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Animals!!! especially dogs/puppies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love nice looking things...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-115235673825331514?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115235673825331514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=115235673825331514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/115235673825331514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/115235673825331514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2006/07/there-are-certain-things-i-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-115192177862075511</id><published>2006-07-03T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T18:16:18.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>more designer dresses!!!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/Jay%20from%20Project%20Runway.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/Jay%20from%20Project%20Runway.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;these two are designed by Jay, the winner of the first Project Runway show. they look really futuristic don't u think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/Oscar%20de%20la%20Renta%20Sequin%20and%20Lace%20Embroidered%20Tulle%20dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/Oscar%20de%20la%20Renta%20Sequin%20and%20Lace%20Embroidered%20Tulle%20dress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;third: Oscar de la Renta Sequin and Lace Embroidered Tulle dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/Louis%20Vuitton%20Tulle%20Trimmed%20dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/Louis%20Vuitton%20Tulle%20Trimmed%20dress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;fourth: Louis Vuitton Tulle Trimmed dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/Dior%20by%20John%20Galliano%20Embroidered%20Tulle%20dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/Dior%20by%20John%20Galliano%20Embroidered%20Tulle%20dress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;fifth: Dior by John Galliano Embroidered Tulle dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/Dolce%20&amp;%20Gabbana%20dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/Dolce%20%26%20Gabbana%20dress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sixth: Dolce &amp;amp; Gabbana dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/Rachel%20Pally%20Mexico%20dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/Rachel%20Pally%20Mexico%20dress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; seventh: Rachel Pally Mexico dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/Roberto%20Cavalli%20dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/Roberto%20Cavalli%20dress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; eighth: Roberto Cavalli dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/Tuleh%20Lace%20and%20Ribbon%20Patchwork%20gown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/Tuleh%20Lace%20and%20Ribbon%20Patchwork%20gown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ninth: Tuleh Lace and Ribbon Patchwork gown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/Roberto%20Cavalli%20Uma%20dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/Roberto%20Cavalli%20Uma%20dress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tenth: Roberto Cavalli Uma dress&lt;br /&gt;oh n i forgot to post in my previous entry tt most of d pics i took were really retarded la...&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;n if u're wonderin y u see most of d same person in d pics other than me,&lt;br /&gt;it's clarissa, my photo-taking buddy.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;yeah ok.&lt;br /&gt;i remember reading my ex-dance instructor's blog&lt;br /&gt;in friendster&lt;br /&gt;and i had a rude shock.&lt;br /&gt;she had a really high standard of english surprisingly.&lt;br /&gt;i mean in dance she used to speak rather coarsely&lt;br /&gt;in the sense, rather simply.&lt;br /&gt;n she also spoke to the teacher in-charge of dance&lt;br /&gt;in chinese at times.&lt;br /&gt;hence, i had the impression that she was chinese-ed.&lt;br /&gt;however,&lt;br /&gt;after reading her profile in friendster,&lt;br /&gt;i kinda understood why.&lt;br /&gt;she was previously from njc,&lt;br /&gt;afterwhich she studied in a few dance schools and colleges overseas&lt;br /&gt;in countries like Australia and US.&lt;br /&gt;that's y.&lt;br /&gt;no wonder.&lt;br /&gt;strange.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-115192177862075511?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115192177862075511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=115192177862075511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/115192177862075511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/115192177862075511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2006/07/more-designer-dresses-these-two-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-115191994525172913</id><published>2006-07-03T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T17:45:45.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>urgh...&lt;br /&gt;i'm doin a maths wksheets frm heymath.com&lt;br /&gt;which ms ho assigned to us for d holidays&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;but i cant seem to do a no. of the qns...&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to blog a bit b4 i continued.&lt;br /&gt;ok these r my old pics...&lt;br /&gt;my really old pics...&lt;br /&gt;reminiscing the days when i still had long hair...&lt;br /&gt;i kinda miss my long hair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/Untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/grp%20pics...%20052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/grp%20pics...%20052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/P2140200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/P2140200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/P2140178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/P2140178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/P2140197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/P2140197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/P2140222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/P2140222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/P2140240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/P2140240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/P3100007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/P3100007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/P3250084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/P3250084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-115191994525172913?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115191994525172913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=115191994525172913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/115191994525172913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/115191994525172913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2006/07/urgh.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-115185894701451286</id><published>2006-07-03T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T00:49:07.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay,&lt;br /&gt;since it's the world cup,&lt;br /&gt;i decided to blog abt it.&lt;br /&gt;but coz i hardly watch soccer,&lt;br /&gt;i shall juz say wad i heard.&lt;br /&gt;the teams left are&lt;br /&gt;italy, germany, france and portugal.&lt;br /&gt;so sad brazil is out.&lt;br /&gt;ok,&lt;br /&gt;and i also realised recently&lt;br /&gt;that soccer players can actually be quite good-lookin.&lt;br /&gt;like kaka from brazil, &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/Kaka%20(brazilian%20footballer)%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/Kaka%20%28brazilian%20footballer%29%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;torres &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/fernando%20torres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/fernando%20torres.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and raul from spain,&lt;br /&gt;stephen gerrard&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/Stephen%20Gerrard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/Stephen%20Gerrard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and maybe michael owen from england&lt;br /&gt;and christiano ronaldo&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/Cristiano%20Ronaldo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/Cristiano%20Ronaldo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from portugal.&lt;br /&gt;and not forgetting some other players from spain and other teams...&lt;br /&gt;i don't really remember their names&lt;br /&gt;coz i only watched d highlights.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;what to do&lt;br /&gt;i'm not gonna like stay up till 3 am lor...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-115185894701451286?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115185894701451286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/Nanette%20Lepore%20dress.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/Nanette%20Lepore%20dress.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First: Nanette Lepore dress,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/Roberto%20Cavalli%20dress%20in%20Chartreuse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/Roberto%20Cavalli%20dress%20in%20Chartreuse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Second: Roberto Cavalli dress in Chartreuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/Peter%20Som%20Tunic%20dress%20in%20Graphite.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/Peter%20Som%20Tunic%20dress%20in%20Graphite.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Third: Peter Som Tunic dress in Graphite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/Rachel%20Pally%20Bubble%20dress.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/Rachel%20Pally%20Bubble%20dress.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fourth: Rachel Pally Bubble dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/Moschino%20Black%20Satin%20Juliet%20with%20Ribbon%20Attachments%20and%20Clasp.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/Moschino%20Black%20Satin%20Juliet%20with%20Ribbon%20Attachments%20and%20Clasp.6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fifth: Moschino Black Satin Juliet with Ribbon Attachments and Clasp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watchin Project Runway just now,&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to post up somemore pics of designer dresses.&lt;br /&gt;the first dress here looks kinda sweet n really dollish.&lt;br /&gt;the second dress looks quite futuristic.&lt;br /&gt;the third dress looks veri late 19th century-ish.&lt;br /&gt;the fourth dress looks really casual.&lt;br /&gt;n the fifth dress which is the drawing/sketch is quite formal,&lt;br /&gt;prob suitable for dinner/cocktail parties.&lt;br /&gt;Please comment about them on the tagboard&lt;br /&gt;like which is ur fav&lt;br /&gt;and which u think is d worst lookin...&lt;br /&gt;tt kinda thing...&lt;br /&gt;During the Project Runway just now,&lt;br /&gt;Nicky Hilton was the "client"&lt;br /&gt;and guest judge of this episode's competition.&lt;br /&gt;so the designers had to design a dress which she might like&lt;br /&gt;and try to like "sell" it to her during a private cocktail party.&lt;br /&gt;And some of these dresses are the type of dresses&lt;br /&gt;famous ppl lik her would wear&lt;br /&gt;like her sister Paris Hilton.&lt;br /&gt;Oh n Nicky Hilton has her own clothing line&lt;br /&gt;called "Chic" i think.&lt;br /&gt;it was kinda mentioned in d show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh n i caught the singapore idol episode juz now.&lt;br /&gt;there was an SAJC girl n an RJC girl in the grp.&lt;br /&gt;i think the best wuld b the first one.&lt;br /&gt;as in vocally.&lt;br /&gt;the girl hu Ken saed was lik a lounge singer&lt;br /&gt;was quite pretty.&lt;br /&gt;the RJ girl did alright&lt;br /&gt;but i think d SA girl din do veri well.&lt;br /&gt;acc to my bro,&lt;br /&gt;the SA girl sang quite well in sch b4,&lt;br /&gt;but in this show,&lt;br /&gt;she started off in the wrong key&lt;br /&gt;so it affected her whole song.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-115090618842245984?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115090618842245984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;NE-YO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"So Sick"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mmmm mmm yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do do do do do do do-do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ohh Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gotta change my answering machine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now that I'm alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cuz right now it says that we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Can't come to the phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And I know it makes no sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cuz you walked out the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But it's the only way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hear your voice anymore(it's ridiculous)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's been months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And for some reason &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just(can't get over us)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And I'm stronger than this(enough is enough)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No more walkin round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;With my head down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm so over being blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cryin over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And I'm so sick of love songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So tired of tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So done with wishing you were still here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So why can't I turn off the radio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gotta fix that calender I have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That's marked July 15th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Because since there's no more you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There's no more anniversary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm so fed up with my thoughts of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And your memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And how every song reminds me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Of what used to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That's the reason I'm so sick of love songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So tired of tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So done with wishing you were still here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So why can't I turn off the radio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Leave me alone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Leave me alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Stupid love songs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dont make me think about her smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Or having my first child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm letting go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Turning off the radio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cuz I'm so sick of love songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So tired of tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So done with wishing she was still here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So why can't I turn off the radio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(why can't I turn off the radio?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Said I'm so sick of love songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So tired of tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So done with wishing she was still here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So why can't I turn off the radio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(why can't I turn off the radio?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And I'm so sick of love songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So tired of tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So done with wishin' you were still here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Why can't I turn off the radio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(why can't I turn off the radio?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Why can't I turn off the radio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-----=+=-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;been out the whole day today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;filming in tanya's film.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tired...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;had to take so mani takes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;at abt 8pm juz now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i planned to do some work n do my QT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and avoid d com.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but did i?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;did i do any of the above?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;lazylazy me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;no discipline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tt's d thing tt might just prevent me frm getting my As.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yesterday, i watched Cars wif Jo n Kim aftr church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;some of the lync ppl were there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;somebodi's parents' company booked d theatre or somethin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so there were some free tickets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;actually i wasnt suppose to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but they gave kim n jo 3 tickets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so they asked me during lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;suppose to go back home n study at first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but in the end din.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sad case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sat, i had cell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we had word review.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we basically just shared wad we learnt the past 1/2 yr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;aftr tt, i went for dinner wif my family n godsis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it was her b'dae,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so my parents brought her out to treat her to a buffet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ate till i was really full.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;till my stomach felt lik burstin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;somehow i'm alwaes greedier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;when i'm at a buffet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;takin as much food as i can &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so dat it wuld b worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;thurs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i went ice-skating wif some RMUNders...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;alex, andre, kartik, leona, tanya n i.(alphabetical order)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;actually,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i din really go to RMUN last yr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i went for both briefings &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but i went to Australia in the end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yet, i'm d one hu organised&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;all d gatherings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well, the ice-skating was really fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;met clarissa n jialin there too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;of coz they were wif their frenz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(they dunno each other i think)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;aftr tt, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;alex, andre, tanya n i went to catch a movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the RV. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;leona n kartik had to go home earlier so ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it was quite funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;been spendin more time watchin movies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;den studyin lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;slacker la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;kk i muz try to lik change tt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ok gtg now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;really late liao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;veri tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ciaoz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;wont b bloggin for quite a while i think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-115073164814835837?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115073164814835837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>....&lt;br /&gt;sianz...&lt;br /&gt;oh i finally got my com fixed.&lt;br /&gt;my fashion pics r all on d other com...&lt;br /&gt;ok...&lt;br /&gt;i shall bring dem over soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i spent my mornin slpin...&lt;br /&gt;onli studied for 2 hrs in d aftrnoon...&lt;br /&gt;pathetic...&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;den at night...&lt;br /&gt;i watched this weird...&lt;br /&gt;but grossly funny documentary on animals' sexual behaviours...&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;den i watched sg idol...&lt;br /&gt;which was lik...&lt;br /&gt;okAy...&lt;br /&gt;hmm...&lt;br /&gt;they're generally okay la...&lt;br /&gt;some of them looked skeletal...&lt;br /&gt;hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;i lik d last guy&lt;br /&gt;even tho he sounded lik he was tokin more than singing&lt;br /&gt;coz of d song he chose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah...&lt;br /&gt;i'm suppose to study intensively...&lt;br /&gt;but instead i've been slackin so much...&lt;br 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/Ginger%20and%20Java%20Silk%20Charmeuse%20dress%20in%20Apple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/Ginger%20and%20Java%20Silk%20Charmeuse%20dress%20in%20Apple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; left to right(top row first):&lt;br /&gt;Gucci Multi Print Patchwork Short Sleeve Mini dress, Karen Zambos Halter dress, Gucci Organza Dress, Magda Berliner Lace dress, Ginger and Java Silk Charmeuse dress in Apple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more pics of designer wear... diff designs... unique...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love so u think u can dance! it rocks! they can really dance!!! they dance really well. i like ardem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tv serial i've been waiting for for a few days has finally started! channel u wed to fri 7.00pm to 8.00pm. abt this girl called sophie. she had this neighbour called owen or jin somethin somethin... and he's her knight in shining armour. he gave sophie some gift to talk to her across the houses. so she could speak to him from her room. then her gardener's son liked her chauffeur's daughter called luo something. but her chauffeur died of some car accident. so his daughter became an orphan. den sophie's parents decided to adopt her and name her susan. so susan became sophie's older sis. susan liked owen. but owen liked sophie. so susan was jealous of sophie despite her being nice to her. anyway, when they went to school together, people thought that sophie was adopted. susan acknowledged it and even said that she was already treating sophie like her real sister. only owen knew that susan was the adopted one. when owen confronted susan, she threatened to snip the line that connected sophie and owen. then, william came. he didn't have a textbook. so sophie let him borrow hers. because of that, she got caned by the teacher. william, realising this, fell in love with her because she sacrificed herself for him. n when she cried, he took her out of the class and they ran all the way to the green light forest. he told her his name and said that he was her prince. but she didn't tell him her name. then, when owen tried to tell sophie that he was going away to england or some western country, their line was already cut by susan. and when william was leaving, he could not find sophie so he passed a letter to susan and when he asked for sophie's name, susan said sophie's name was susan. poor sophie chased after william's car when she noticed it pulling away, but of course, she wasn't fast enough. she fell amongst the leaves on the floor. so sad. &lt;br /&gt;the rest is after they're grown up. when they're reunited again, yet don't really recognise each other yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah. other than tt not much to write. today was a rather funny day. kept laughing the whole day. frm ss to physics, and later during tuition...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok gotta slp now. suppose to hav slpt earlier but there were so many programmes that i juz could not stop watching. and i haven't finished blogging just now. blame it on all the chats. haha.&lt;br /&gt;ok. goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-114926499866330665?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/114926499866330665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=114926499866330665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/114926499866330665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/114926499866330665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2006/06/left-to-righttop-row-first-gucci-multi.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-114917100780415572</id><published>2006-06-01T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T22:10:07.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yay! can finally log on and blog...&lt;br /&gt;yesterday tried to log into my blog acc.&lt;br /&gt;but there was some error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,&lt;br /&gt;the chinese papers are over!&lt;br /&gt;i won't be so bold to say they were easy&lt;br /&gt;but i'm satisfied as long as i pass.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, chinese isn't counted.&lt;br /&gt;i just nid to pass it to go to jc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/BCBG%20Maxazria%20Silk%20Chiffon%20dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/BCBG%20Maxazria%20Silk%20Chiffon%20dress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/Diane%20Von%20Furstenberg%20Zebra%20Tapis%20Silk%20dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/Diane%20Von%20Furstenberg%20Zebra%20Tapis%20Silk%20dress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/Betsey%20Johnson%20Silk%20Taffeta%20Colorblock%20dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/Betsey%20Johnson%20Silk%20Taffeta%20Colorblock%20dress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/BCBG%20Max%20Azria%20Shirred%20Halter%20dress%20in%20Red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/BCBG%20Max%20Azria%20Shirred%20Halter%20dress%20in%20Red.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/Blumarine%20-%20Pink%20Beaded%20Border%20Chiffon%20Day%20Dress%20with%20Brown%20Coat%20and%20Mini%20Barrel%20Purse.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/Blumarine%20-%20Pink%20Beaded%20Border%20Chiffon%20Day%20Dress%20with%20Brown%20Coat%20and%20Mini%20Barrel%20Purse.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;From left to right, top row:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;BCBG Maxazria Silk Chiffon dress, Diane Von Furstenberg Zebra Tapis Silk dress, Betsey Johnson Silk Taffeta Colorblock dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;second row: BCBG Max Azria Shirred Halter dress in Red and Blumarine - Pink Beaded Border Chiffon Day Dress with Brown Coat and Mini Barrel Purse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I decided to post more pics of designer wear to inspire the aspiring fashion designers amongst u guys. And it is to spice up my blog. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;since i'm a rather visual person, i like to put up pictures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;haha. next time, when we're working, we can afford them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;yay! jon and paul got in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i knew it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;singapore idol is quite funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;that paul is like weird but funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i support both of them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----=+=-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Glory Of Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original is by Peter Cetera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I prefer the version by North&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I hope someone can dedicate it to me someday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;unless that person's a good singer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;haha! kiddin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;no lah... it's just one of my fav. songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Tonight it's very clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;As we're both lying here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;There's so many things I want to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I will always love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I would never leave you alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sometimes I just forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Say things I might regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It breaks my heart to see you crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I don't wanna lose you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I could never make it alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I am a man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;who will fight for your honor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'll be the hero you're dreaming of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We'll live forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Knowing together that we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Did it all for the glory of love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You'll keep me standing tall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You'll help me through it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm always strong when you're beside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I have always needed you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I could never make it alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I am a man who will fight for your honor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'll be the hero you've been dreaming of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We'll live forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Knowing together that we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Did it all for the glory of love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Just like a knight in shining armor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;From a long time ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Just in time I will save the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Take you to my castle far away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I am a man who will fight for your honor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'll be the hero you're dreaming of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We're gonna live forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Knowing together that we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Did it all for the glory of love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We'll live forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Knowing together that we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Did it all for the glory of love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We did it all for love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We did it all for love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We did it all for love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We did it all for love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;-----=+=-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;recently,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i went for a rugby match between SA and Raffles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;my bro din play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but i went anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i went with my dad to rjc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;hmm... not tt many young supporters for SA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;there was nearly no one frm SAJC coming to support.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but anyway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;they lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;SAJC and SAS both won the Police Cup for the A and B div respectively,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so it's not so bad i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;other than tt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;movies i watched recently:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-x-men 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-mi3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-over the hedge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-poisedon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;movie(s) i wanna watch:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-just my luck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;other than these,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i've been going to sch evryday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;for lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so sianz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;it's like normal sch days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;wad's d diff?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;plus, it's gonna get worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;more papers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;more lessons...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;sianz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;here's a pic that i took recently with liling and clarissa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/liling,%20clarissa%20n%20i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/liling%2C%20clarissa%20n%20i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-114917100780415572?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/114917100780415572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=114917100780415572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/114917100780415572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/114917100780415572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2006/06/yay-can-finally-log-on-and-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-114865256413107038</id><published>2006-05-26T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T22:09:24.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sianz...&lt;br /&gt;chinese o's r juz 3 daes away!!!&lt;br /&gt;sheesh...&lt;br /&gt;at least i can get it over n done with.&lt;br /&gt;so bored.&lt;br /&gt;sick n tired of doing countless chinese exercises.&lt;br /&gt;if i dun pass my chinese o's,&lt;br /&gt;i'll faint.&lt;br /&gt;i dun wanna take it again.&lt;br /&gt;today,&lt;br /&gt;some reporters frm d lian he zao bao&lt;br /&gt;n xing qi wu zhou bao&lt;br /&gt;came to our sch n spoke.&lt;br /&gt;n 2 contestants frm campus superstar&lt;br /&gt;came to speak n sing for us also.&lt;br /&gt;they were renfred n teresa.&lt;br /&gt;renfred can't really sing tt well.&lt;br /&gt;he went off key at times&lt;br /&gt;and was walkin really weirdly&lt;br /&gt;like a robot.&lt;br /&gt;n was doin weird hand movements.&lt;br /&gt;while singing.&lt;br /&gt;teresa was really good.&lt;br /&gt;her voice was so nice.&lt;br /&gt;never heard the song b4&lt;br /&gt;coz i dun normally listen&lt;br /&gt;to chinese songs&lt;br /&gt;but it was lik breathtaking.&lt;br /&gt;i had goosebumps.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;yes, tt good.&lt;br /&gt;she shld have won d competition actually.&lt;br /&gt;when they were been photographed by mr lim,&lt;br /&gt;haha, he was so funny, tried to look pro,&lt;br /&gt;stood next to the professional photographer&lt;br /&gt;from one of the newspapers&lt;br /&gt;but he din look pro at all lah.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;and our teachers behind were like shouting "encore".&lt;br /&gt;super embarassing.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;actually,&lt;br /&gt;i dun mind if teresa did an encore,&lt;br /&gt;but not renfred.&lt;br /&gt;seriously,&lt;br /&gt;he could not even speak properly la.&lt;br /&gt;when d reporter frm d bao mi hua frm lian he zao bao&lt;br /&gt;asked him qns,&lt;br /&gt;he juz mumbled.&lt;br /&gt;no one could understand&lt;br /&gt;what he was saying.&lt;br /&gt;mayb he was nervous coz he was in an all girls' school,&lt;br /&gt;tanya was tellin me.&lt;br /&gt;duno.&lt;br /&gt;mayb.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-114865256413107038?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/114865256413107038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=114865256413107038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/114865256413107038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/114865256413107038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2006/05/sianz.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-114853934676474746</id><published>2006-05-25T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T15:44:15.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Had cross-country today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ran 3.2km.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Despite the fact that i jogged most of the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and sprinted near the end,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i was not top 50,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;let alone top 25.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thus, i did not win anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Clarissa, i hope that u do not think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;that i decided to write about fashion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;because of your blog and your blog entries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;No, it was because lately,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I've been reading some storybooks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;which revolves around the lives of some of the rich and famous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;in Hollywood,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and it also gave great details of some of the outfits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;that the characters wore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Outfits designed by Versace or Gucci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;or even Oscar De La Renta dresses...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So i took the liberty to search on the internet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;for pictures of some of such nice dresses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Dresses which caught my interest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metrofashion.com/sketches.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metrofashion.com/fashionsketchespinkbeadedchiffonbrowncoat.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/D&amp;G%20ferragamo%20blacktulle.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/D%26G%20ferragamo%20blacktulle.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dolce &amp;amp; Gabbana ferragamo blacktulle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/Marcel%20Marongiu%20-%20Off%20Shoulder%20Ruffled%20Blouse%20and%20Short%20Linen%20Skirt.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/Marcel%20Marongiu%20-%20Off%20Shoulder%20Ruffled%20Blouse%20and%20Short%20Linen%20Skirt.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Marcel Marongiu - Off Shoulder Ruffled Blouse and Short Linen Skirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/Christian%20Dior%20Simla%20Dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/Christian%20Dior%20Simla%20Dress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christian Dior Simla Dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----=+=-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Places i want to visit and have never been before:&lt;br /&gt;-Paris, France (future honeymoon destination?)&lt;br /&gt;-Venice, Italy (another future honeymoon destination?)&lt;br /&gt;-Rome, Italy&lt;br /&gt;-Milan, Italy&lt;br /&gt;-Madrid, Spain&lt;br /&gt;-London, England&lt;br /&gt;-New York, USA&lt;br /&gt;-Portugal&lt;br /&gt;-New Zealand&lt;br /&gt;-Toronto, Canada&lt;br /&gt;-Ottawa, Canada&lt;br /&gt;-Bahamas&lt;br /&gt;-Washington D.C., USA&lt;br /&gt;-Puerto Rico&lt;br /&gt;-Taiwan?&lt;br /&gt;-Tokyo, Japan?&lt;br /&gt;-Maldives (although now not so much because of the tsunami)&lt;br /&gt;(The last 5 not so much...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----=+=-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song was sung by Katherine McPhee so perfectly&lt;br /&gt;in the last episode and another previous episode of the&lt;br /&gt;American Idol Season 5.&lt;br /&gt;I hope she wins.&lt;br /&gt;She has a really good voice and she's pretty.&lt;br /&gt;She has the American Idol look&lt;br /&gt;unlike Taylor Hicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Over The Rainbow(Arlen-Harburg)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Way up high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There's a land that I heard of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Once in a lullaby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Skies are blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And the dreams that you dare to dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Really do come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Some day I'll wish upon a star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And wake up where the clouds are far behind me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Where troubles melt like lemondrops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Away above the chimney tops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That's where you'll find me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Bluebirds flyBirds fly over the rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Why then, oh why can't I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Some day I'll wish upon a star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And wake up where the clouds are far behind me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Where troubles melt like lemondrops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Away above the chimney tops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That's where you'll find me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Bluebirds flyBirds fly over the rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Why then, oh why can't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If happy little bluebirds fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Beyond the rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Why, oh why can't I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-114853934676474746?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/114853934676474746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>Gosh... i can't stand myself&lt;br /&gt;i'm so so so super lazy...&lt;br /&gt;i hav lik 3 papers of other sch's midyr chinese papers partially done&lt;br /&gt;n yet i chose to watch "so you think you can dance"&lt;br /&gt;instead of focusing and finishin it.&lt;br /&gt;besides that i also have 2 exercises of zhuo ye&lt;br /&gt;n there's "desperate housewives" after this.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i know wad ur thinkin...&lt;br /&gt;"desperate housewives" is such an old lady's show&lt;br /&gt;or adultish kind of show...&lt;br /&gt;but it's actually quite interestin n my mum's d one hu started watchin&lt;br /&gt;which made me start to watch.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;okok even if i hav to sleep late i shall try my very best to&lt;br /&gt;complete as much chinese homework as i can.&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't long ago esp after my midyr results came out&lt;br /&gt;that i was promising to myself tt i wuld buck up.&lt;br /&gt;n seriously buck up.&lt;br /&gt;n now, juz exactly one week away frm&lt;br /&gt;the chinese O's n yet i'm here slackin from my chinese hwk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-114830680358533538?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/114830680358533538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=114830680358533538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/114830680358533538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/114830680358533538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2006/05/gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-114794670861651397</id><published>2006-05-18T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T18:05:08.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DANIEL POWTER LYRICS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"Bad Day"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Where is the moment we needed the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;They tell me your blue skies fade to grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;They tell me your passion's gone away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You stand in the line just to hit a new low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You're faking a smile with the coffee to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You tell me your life's been way off line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You're falling to pieces everytime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cause you had a bad day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You're taking one down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You say you don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You tell me don't lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You had a bad day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The camera don't lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You're coming back down and you really don't mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You had a bad day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You had a bad day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well you need a blue sky holiday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The point is they laugh at what you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You had a bad day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You're taking one down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You say you don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You tell me don't lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You had a bad day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The camera don't lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You're coming back down and you really don't mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You had a bad day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(Oh.. Holiday..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sometimes the system goes on the blink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And the whole thing turns out wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You might not make it back and you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That you could be well oh that strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And I'm not wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So where is the passion when you need it the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh you and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cause you had a bad day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You're taking one down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You say you don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You tell me don't lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You had a bad day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You've seen what you like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And how does it feel for one more time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You had a bad day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You had a bad day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Had a bad day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Had a bad day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Had a bad day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Had a bad day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Had a bad day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-----=+=-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Today, they've released some results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Results which were unsatisfying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Results which i dare not repeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;They've returned certain papers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I know the results of some of the subjects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Results of some of the papers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Papers like English can cause me to just dig a hole in the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;and bury my head inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;No, correction, bury my whole being inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Bury myself alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;That would be a first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sure, it's only the mid-years you would say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The thing is that the next exams are my prelims.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Time till then is 3 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;3 months to jump like 5-7 grades up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;That would be amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Amazing till it's almost impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I would need a miracle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I would need many miracles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Why must exams be so depressing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Why must the school be so strict about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Why must they set such tough papers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I can't believe i actually failed English...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It can only happen in my school unfortunately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;English is the only subject that i've failed so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My Chinese results even beat my English marks surprisingly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And i passed Chinese!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I'm so happy for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Actually it was the leniency of my teacher with regards to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;my oral and also my listening compre which helped to pull up my grade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ok, i shall not be typing out all my grades for the whole world to see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;that's even if the whole world reads my blog,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;but u really wanna know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;just ask me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;On MSN, of course, or in person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Unless, you're a stranger and don't have my MSN,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;in that case, don't be such a nosey parker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I want my privacy too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And my humility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The only consolation is that i have a distinction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Not an A1, but at least an A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Other than the depressing topic of exams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i shall describe in great detail my Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Monday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i had Chinese tuition in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Woke up at like 8.45,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;had tuition at like 9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Then it ended at around 11am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I took around 30-45 mins to prepare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So i was quite late when i reached harbourfront mrt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Even without taking so long,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i would have been late &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;because of my tuition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The rest had already been there since morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;By the time i met them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;it was already 1+/2pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Tanya, Clarissa, Vanessa Soh, Charmaine, Eunice, Chun Meng and Jolene Ong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Their skins were partially red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;We debated on whether we should sit the luge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But after much discussion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;we agreed to skip it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So, we went to the beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Settled down there and slabbed on some suntan oil and sunscreen lotion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Then, some of us went to cross this bridge thing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;but not that big proper bridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;There a bunch of guys on the other side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;playin in the sand and in the water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;We just settled next to the bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;and played our own games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;We hurled litle balls of sand at each other and other stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;OK, i must stop myself here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I shall continue the next time because i really need to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-114794670861651397?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/114794670861651397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=114794670861651397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/114794670861651397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/114794670861651397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2006/05/daniel-powter-lyrics-bad-day-where-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-114779335310152620</id><published>2006-05-16T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T23:29:13.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Is It Any Wonder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it any wonder&lt;br /&gt;That the world is filled with pain,&lt;br /&gt;When man sets aside its beauty,&lt;br /&gt;For his own material gain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it any wonder&lt;br /&gt;That lovers' hearts grow dim,&lt;br /&gt;When they do not hold in honor,&lt;br /&gt;The love that's found within?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it any wonder&lt;br /&gt;That the homeless often fail,&lt;br /&gt;When they're forced out of house and home&lt;br /&gt;To seek another trail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it any wonder&lt;br /&gt;That nature falls to ruin and rubble,&lt;br /&gt;Because we drain it thoughtlessly,&lt;br /&gt;Allowing it to crumble?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it any wonder&lt;br /&gt;That children go astray,&lt;br /&gt;Because we did not take the time,&lt;br /&gt;To show them the proper way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it any wonder&lt;br /&gt;That evil's strong and bold,&lt;br /&gt;When we can't see any goodness,&lt;br /&gt;And we let our hearts grow cold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it any wonder&lt;br /&gt;Racism thrives, my friend,&lt;br /&gt;When we cannot see the person,&lt;br /&gt;Just the color of his skin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it any wonder&lt;br /&gt;That friendships die and fade,&lt;br /&gt;When we forget the reasons,&lt;br /&gt;Why they first were made?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it any wonder&lt;br /&gt;Our world has been polluted,&lt;br /&gt;When we allow our industries,&lt;br /&gt;To strip it and permute it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it any wonder&lt;br /&gt;There's so much grief and sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;That we don't even seem to care,&lt;br /&gt;What will take place tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it any wonder&lt;br /&gt;We see no value in our brothers,&lt;br /&gt;And we hold ourselves too far above,&lt;br /&gt;The many needs of others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it any wonder&lt;br /&gt;Our world is like it is,&lt;br /&gt;When all we do is grumble,&lt;br /&gt;And no action do we give?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it any wonder&lt;br /&gt;We wait in fear of Judgment Day,&lt;br /&gt;When we do the things we do,&lt;br /&gt;Then forget the way to pray?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Author Unknown &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I read this poem from an email. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antoine de Saint-Exupery:&lt;br /&gt;Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking together in the same direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In every living thing there is the desire for love."-D.H. Lawrence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is like the sun coming out of the clouds and warming your soul."-Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hearts are not to be had as a gift, Hearts are to be earned..."-William Butler Yeats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Life is the flower for which love is the honey."-Victor Hugo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-114779335310152620?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/114779335310152620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=114779335310152620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/114779335310152620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/114779335310152620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2006/05/is-it-any-wonder-is-it-any-wonder-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-114771377195625824</id><published>2006-05-15T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T01:22:52.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/SPA50701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/SPA50701.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/SPA50709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/SPA50709.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually looked quite short in the first pic cause i was slouching n leanin close to the cam okay... not cause i was really that short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the highlights of the wkend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept for 16 and a half hrs on thurs nite/friday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before that, tanya, jx, clarissa n i went out to suntec after i finished my A maths paper 2&lt;br /&gt;and after jx n clarissa finished their pure Humans paper 1.&lt;br /&gt;we dressed smart casually, in heels, skirts(jx wore pants tho) n fashionable tops.&lt;br /&gt;ok, they weren't exactly fashionable but not what we would normally wear when we meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...we took a shuttle bus frm the cityhall mrt station to suntec.&lt;br /&gt;den we walked around and ate pizza hut for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;den we walk a lot more.&lt;br /&gt;on the way, we took pics n went to the toilet. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den we ate ice cream! ok it was gelato. i bought tiramisu which wasn't even tt nice.&lt;br /&gt;i knew i shld have bought mango or peach. they din have cookies n cream or vanilla or strawberry cheesecake, my fav ice cream flavours. tanya had i cant remember wad flavour.&lt;br /&gt;i just remember it was choc n hazelnut mixed i think. jx was hazelnut n coffee i think. clarissa got blueberry(yuck. haha) n chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;aniwae, we just sat at the bench infront of the gelato parlour. haha. den clarissa talked so loud when she answered the phone. hahahaha! made evryone near us look. even the guy behind the counter. haha! den tanya n clarissa saw a handbag in the recycling bin. haha. while they were in the toilet, i delibrately n obviously peered into the bin because jx asked me to while i was throwin away my ice-cream cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay, cause of d heels, my legs ached. badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JESSE MCCARTNEY LYRICS&lt;br /&gt;"Beautiful Soul"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Intro:]I don't want another pretty face&lt;br /&gt;I don't want just anyone to hold&lt;br /&gt;I don't want my love to go to waste&lt;br /&gt;I want you and your beautiful soul&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I wanna chase&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I wanna hold&lt;br /&gt;I wont let another minute go to waste&lt;br /&gt;I want you and your beautiful soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that you are something special&lt;br /&gt;To you I'd be always faithful&lt;br /&gt;I want to be what you always needed&lt;br /&gt;Then I hope you'll see the heart in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]I don't want another pretty face&lt;br /&gt;I don't want just anyone to hold&lt;br /&gt;I don't want my love to go to waste&lt;br /&gt;I want you and your beautiful soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I wanna chase&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I wanna hold&lt;br /&gt;I wont let another minute go to waste&lt;br /&gt;I want you and your beautiful soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your beautiful soul, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might need time to think it over&lt;br /&gt;But im just fine moving forward&lt;br /&gt;I'll ease your mind&lt;br /&gt;If you give me the chance&lt;br /&gt;I will never make you cry c`mon lets try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy for wanting you&lt;br /&gt;Baby do you think you could want me too&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna waste your time&lt;br /&gt;Do you see things the way I do&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna know that you feel it too&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing left to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want another pretty face&lt;br /&gt;I don't want just anyone to hold&lt;br /&gt;I don't want my love to go to waste&lt;br /&gt;I want you and your beautiful soul&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I wanna chase&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I wanna hold&lt;br /&gt;I wont let another minute go to waste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you and your soul&lt;br /&gt;I don't want another pretty face&lt;br /&gt;I don't want just anyone to hold&lt;br /&gt;I don't want my love to go to waste&lt;br /&gt;I want you and your beautiful soulooooooo&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Soul, yeah&lt;br /&gt;oooooo, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Your beautiful soul&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-114771377195625824?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/114771377195625824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=114771377195625824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/114771377195625824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/114771377195625824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-actually-looked-quite-short-in-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-114745618901548012</id><published>2006-05-13T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T01:49:49.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/Anna%20Faris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/Anna%20Faris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/Christina%20ricci.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/Christina%20ricci.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/Kristin%20Kreuk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/Kristin%20Kreuk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/Jesse%20McCartney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/Jesse%20McCartney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Married to a Hollywood star&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;another fictional short story by me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people think that being married to a famous star is living a life of luxury. It's partially true. True that we live in big houses, have drivers to chauffeur us around in limos, dine in fancy restaurants, wear the trendiest clothes, invited to the coolest parties and walk down the famous red carpet. But all these are just material things. I used to think like them, but now after all these years of being alone in a big mansion while my husband is in some foreign country shooting his big blockbusters or some other state in the country collecting some award, i think otherwise. Our marriage has become so empty, so distant. I no longer even know whether my husband loves me anymore. Even though i receive so many expensive gifts, i hardly know if he truly cares how i feel because most of them are ordered by his assistant anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----=+=-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i know i said i'm not gonna write anymore stories, i don't care. i'm gonna write them aniwae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Walking down the red carpet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yet another fictional short story by me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since i took up the acting job, my life has taken a drastic change. People around me start to treat me a lot better. But now i don't really know if people really like me for my personality and not because i am a famous actress. And i can hardly leave the house without being stopped by someone to sign my autograph or be stalked by the paparazzi. My schedule is now packed with shooting, parties or awards. I hardly even see my own home. Let alone my bed. I don't even know if my boyfriend truly loves me, after my looks, my fame or if he's even after my money. Some people think i don't have a brain because all i do is memorise lines other people write or just smile at the camera. The magazines gossip about us stars and print fake rumors about our lives. People always think a movie star's life is so glamourous. Well, they're wrong. Why do you think so many of us resort to drugs or alcohol or counselling?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-114745618901548012?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/114745618901548012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=114745618901548012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/114745618901548012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/114745618901548012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2006/05/married-to-hollywood-star-another.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-114736086606944143</id><published>2006-05-11T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T23:21:06.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/Alexis%20Bledel.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/Alexis%20Bledel.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/Julia%20Gonzalo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/Julia%20Gonzalo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/Delta%20goodrem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/Delta%20goodrem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/Christina%20Ricci.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/Christina%20Ricci.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/Jessica%20alba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/Jessica%20alba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pics of stars...&lt;br /&gt;actresses... singers...&lt;br /&gt;models...&lt;br /&gt;people i won't look like.&lt;br /&gt;people lots of people would never become.&lt;br /&gt;but who cares?&lt;br /&gt;too skin deep.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i compare myself with them.&lt;br /&gt;but then it's like comparing myself with Eistein or those inventors with my brain. which is uncomparable. recently, i was just talking to someone abt brainyness, money, success n stuff. ultimately, we cant keep it when we die. so wad's the use of fussing n ending our lives cause we aren't near-perfect? right? no one in Heaven's gonna like ask u for ur earth's occupation. nobody's gonna like boast that they know the formulas to quantum physics or that they got 10 A1s or 5As for their O's and A's respectively right? there are people who have gotten that. but seriously just because we aren't like them, do we break down and cry? do we always have to harp on academics? or even beauty? or sports? do these things really matter? what really matters most are God, family, friends, health, love, happiness and peace.&lt;br /&gt;-WORLD PEACE-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----=+=-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a poem, to add diversity in the things i post, it's not really related to the thing i was talking about on top. ok i duno. u decide. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Small Pain In My Chest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;by Michael Mack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soldier boy was sitting calmly underneath that tree.&lt;br /&gt;As I approached it, I could see him beckoning to me.&lt;br /&gt;The battle had been long and hard and lasted through the night&lt;br /&gt;And scores of figures on the ground lay still by morning's light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wonder if you'd help me, sir", he smiled as best he could.&lt;br /&gt;"A sip of water on this morn would surely do me good.&lt;br /&gt;We fought all day and fought all night with scarcely any rest -&lt;br /&gt;A sip of water for I have a small pain in my chest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I looked at him, I could see the large stain on his shirt&lt;br /&gt;All reddish-brown from his warm blood mixed in with Asian dirt.&lt;br /&gt;"Not much", said he. "I count myself more lucky than the rest.&lt;br /&gt;They're all gone while I just have a small pain in my chest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Must be fatigue", he weakly smiled. "I must be getting old.&lt;br /&gt;I see the sun is shining bright and yet I'm feeling cold.&lt;br /&gt;We climbed the hill, two hundred strong, but as we cleared the crest,&lt;br /&gt;The night exploded and I felt this small pain in my chest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I looked around to get some aid - the only things I found&lt;br /&gt;Were big, deep craters in the earth - bodies on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;I kept on firing at them, sir. I tried to do my best,&lt;br /&gt;But finally sat down with this small pain in my chest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm grateful, sir", he whispered, as I handed my canteen&lt;br /&gt;And smiled a smile that was, I think, the brightest that I've seen."&lt;br /&gt;Seems silly that a man my size so full of vim and zest,&lt;br /&gt;Could find himself defeated by a small pain in his chest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What would my wife be thinking of her man so strong and grown,&lt;br /&gt;If she could see me sitting here, too weak to stand alone?&lt;br /&gt;Could my mother have imagined, as she held me to her breast,&lt;br /&gt;That I'd be sitting HERE one day with this pain in my chest?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can it be getting dark so soon?" He winced up at the sun.&lt;br /&gt;"It's growing dim and I thought that the day had just begun.&lt;br /&gt;I think, before I travel on, I'll get a little rest ..........&lt;br /&gt;And, quietly, the boy died from that small pain in his chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't recall what happened then. I think I must have cried;&lt;br /&gt;I put my arms around him and I pulled him to my side&lt;br /&gt;And, as I held him to me, I could feel our wounds were pressed&lt;br /&gt;The large one in my heart against the small one in his chest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-114736086606944143?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/114736086606944143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=114736086606944143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/114736086606944143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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cause i spent nearly an entire day out with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;girls' day out! yeah!&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;we all dressed nicely for this special occasion...&lt;br /&gt;why was it special?&lt;br /&gt;cause it's been awhile since we last went out&lt;br /&gt;and it'll be a long time till we go out and have fun&lt;br /&gt;again like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to suntec,&lt;br /&gt;took a lot of pics on d way there and when we were there&lt;br /&gt;n ate lunch n toked n toked&lt;br /&gt;n ate gelato or wadeva fat-free italian ice-cream thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah!!!&lt;br /&gt;Chris daughtry is out of american idol people!!!&lt;br /&gt;NO!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Taylor hicks should be the one out!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Chris is a good, no, a great singer!!!!&lt;br /&gt;he n Katherine McPhee shld b in the finals ppl!&lt;br /&gt;America duno how to decide!!!&lt;br /&gt;last time they saed Chris was the next american idol&lt;br /&gt;den now he doesn't get voted into the next round...&lt;br /&gt;what la?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiya....&lt;br /&gt;i shan't write any stories anymore then.&lt;br /&gt;nobody gets them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow... i'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;i can juz collapse on my bed now.&lt;br /&gt;i'm tryin to keep awake slightly longer so that i can be so tired&lt;br /&gt;that i'll fall aslp later n nv wake up.&lt;br /&gt;tt'll be good.&lt;br /&gt;i can't face my results.&lt;br /&gt;too demoralising&lt;br /&gt;too depressing&lt;br /&gt;see,&lt;br /&gt;even when i'm supposed to b enjoying i think abt my exams.&lt;br /&gt;sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as soon as clarissa sends me the pics we took today,&lt;br /&gt;i shall post one or a few.&lt;br /&gt;depends.&lt;br /&gt;i din bring my cam cause i dropped it this morning&lt;br /&gt;den it spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;oh tt reminds me i must find the warranty card&lt;br /&gt;so tt my dad can bring it for repair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been readin again.&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;cant wait to keep readin finish n borrowing new ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wisdomquotes.com/002965.html"&gt;Arthur Eddington&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Not only is the universe stranger than we imagine, it is stranger than we can imagine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-114735562200514582?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/114735562200514582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=114735562200514582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/114735562200514582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/healthy%20and%20fit%20hamster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no... i havent sleep yet.&lt;br /&gt;i'll prob regret tmr...&lt;br /&gt;cause i'll get eye bags or dark circles&lt;br /&gt;or blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok&lt;br /&gt;shall go soon.&lt;br /&gt;like now? cute animals???&lt;br /&gt;YES! I jus love animals!!!&lt;br /&gt;ok bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-114727494650956346?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/114727494650956346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=114727494650956346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/114727494650956346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/114727494650956346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2006/05/oh-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-114727457517497747</id><published>2006-05-10T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T23:22:55.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tmr's my last day!&lt;br /&gt;last paper = a maths paper 2&lt;br /&gt;goin out...&lt;br /&gt;can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want the breaktime to end!&lt;br /&gt;i don't want O's to ever come.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna skip it and go to jc!&lt;br /&gt;sec 4's so hard!&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go back to last yr or any other yr...&lt;br /&gt;i can just kiss my dreams goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;esp with this kind of attitude.&lt;br /&gt;i was watchin american idol.&lt;br /&gt;singapore idol wont come close to it.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder...&lt;br /&gt;esp aftr exams&lt;br /&gt;i wonder my papers r so hard...&lt;br /&gt;it's in God's plans.&lt;br /&gt;mayb He wants me to wake up from my mid yrs&lt;br /&gt;or learn my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;den prelims n O's i wuld do better.&lt;br /&gt;choose story 1 or story 2 for me to develop.&lt;br /&gt;or, if u don't like either,&lt;br /&gt;just say 0.&lt;br /&gt;if there's no response,&lt;br /&gt;i shall create other short stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----=+=-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;story 1:&lt;br /&gt;She stares blankly out of the window...&lt;br /&gt;oblivious to her surroundings...&lt;br /&gt;stuck in her own world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone out there,&lt;br /&gt;someone's waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she can't seem to sense it.&lt;br /&gt;she vaguely even remembers her name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pain, guilt, shame, anger, jealousy, pride, envy...&lt;br /&gt;they all consumed her.&lt;br /&gt;swallowed her whole.&lt;br /&gt;she's a different person.&lt;br /&gt;no one knows who she is anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----=+=-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;story 2:&lt;br /&gt;There he goes!&lt;br /&gt;how he could end up with a girl like that&lt;br /&gt;was a total mystery.&lt;br /&gt;everyone keeps giving me that pitiful look.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;i hate them.&lt;br /&gt;she's the cause of it all.&lt;br /&gt;i nearly had him.&lt;br /&gt;2 years!&lt;br /&gt;but all she had to do was strut past him&lt;br /&gt;and swing that long, shiny, silky hair&lt;br /&gt;of hers and he's hooked!&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't as if she'd so much as to breathe in his direction last time.&lt;br /&gt;not till he became famous....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-114727457517497747?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-114674230176623112</id><published>2006-05-04T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T19:31:41.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 and 1/2 subjs down... mani more to go...&lt;br /&gt;today i sat for my e maths paper 1 n chem papers.&lt;br /&gt;the e maths paper was manageable.&lt;br /&gt;the chem papers were quite difficult.&lt;br /&gt;mayb it was because i was ill-prepared for them.&lt;br /&gt;last night i felt as if i knew evrything about chem.&lt;br /&gt;but moments b4 the exam,&lt;br /&gt;i realised how wrong i was.&lt;br /&gt;in a state of panic, i attempted to memorise some of the facts&lt;br /&gt;that i din knoe...&lt;br /&gt;aftr the chem paper 1,&lt;br /&gt;i checked my answers against my friends' and&lt;br /&gt;to my horror i did make quite a handful of careless mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i guess it just means i have a lower chance of gettin A1 for chem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to fret,&lt;br /&gt;fortunately,&lt;br /&gt;this is only mid-years.&lt;br /&gt;i shall not let it happen for either the prelims or the O's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can only pray that most of my answers are correct.&lt;br /&gt;it's in God's hands now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----+=+-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is full of regrets.&lt;br /&gt;i regret not learning chinese properly in primary school&lt;br /&gt;when i had the chance to learn the basics&lt;br /&gt;because now i'm struggling with it.&lt;br /&gt;i regret not reading more books when i was also in primary school&lt;br /&gt;because now that i've discovered the pleasure of reading,&lt;br /&gt;i find it a little too late.&lt;br /&gt;i am less knowledgeable and have a limited range of vocab.&lt;br /&gt;now it seems unnatural for me to use difficult words&lt;br /&gt;and i am constantly being corrected than those&lt;br /&gt;who are more proficient in the language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite the regrets,&lt;br /&gt;i still learnt something.&lt;br /&gt;i had a happy childhood.&lt;br /&gt;and life is not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;mayb even though i din read as much or learn chinese as well,&lt;br /&gt;i can still live life happily.&lt;br /&gt;i guess life is not just about how good you are in English or Chinese&lt;br /&gt;or skateboarding or science or how pretty you look or whether you're the&lt;br /&gt;biggest loser or the smartest student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if people didnt make mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;then we won't be able to learn.&lt;br /&gt;if people didn't make mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;we would all be leading the same perfect lives.&lt;br /&gt;if people didn't make mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;then we would be like perfect.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why are humans so emotional???&lt;br /&gt;is that our flaw?&lt;br /&gt;we're expected to work hard,&lt;br /&gt;produce results.&lt;br /&gt;but somehow we would feel tired.&lt;br /&gt;when someone dies,&lt;br /&gt;we would feel sad.&lt;br /&gt;when people do better than us,&lt;br /&gt;we would get jealous.&lt;br /&gt;when we do well,&lt;br /&gt;we would expect people to celebrate with us or praise us.&lt;br /&gt;when we do badly,&lt;br /&gt;we would want other people to leave us alone&lt;br /&gt;so that we won't have to compare to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how strange is human nature.&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm juz rattling nonsense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-114674230176623112?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/114674230176623112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=114674230176623112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/114674230176623112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/114674230176623112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2006/05/3-and-12-subjs-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-114623918590722218</id><published>2006-04-28T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T10:50:08.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had eng n ss exam today...&lt;br /&gt;sianz... must study again tmr...&lt;br /&gt;actually suppose to b studyin alreadi but too lazy...&lt;br /&gt;y muz we hav exams???&lt;br /&gt;(rhetorical qn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey this is a nice song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIAN MCFADDEN LYRICS&lt;br /&gt;"Almost Here"(feat. Delta Goodrem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I hear you right&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I thought you said&lt;br /&gt;Let's think it over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been my life&lt;br /&gt;And I never planned&lt;br /&gt;Growing old without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadows bleeding through the light&lt;br /&gt;Where a love once shined so bright&lt;br /&gt;Came without a reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let go on us tonight&lt;br /&gt;Love's not always black and white&lt;br /&gt;Haven't I always loved you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I need you&lt;br /&gt;You're almost here&lt;br /&gt;And I know that's Not enough&lt;br /&gt;But when I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm close to tears&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're only almost here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would change the world&lt;br /&gt;If I had a chance&lt;br /&gt;Oh won't you let me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treat me like a child&lt;br /&gt;Throw your arms around me&lt;br /&gt;Please protect me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruised and battered by your words&lt;br /&gt;Dazed and shattered how it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Haven't I always loved you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I need you&lt;br /&gt;You're almost here&lt;br /&gt;And I know that's&lt;br /&gt;Not enough&lt;br /&gt;But when I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm close to tears&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're only almost here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruised and battered by your words&lt;br /&gt;Dazed and shattered now it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Haven't I always loved you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I need you, you're almost here&lt;br /&gt;(Well I never knew how far behind I'd left you)&lt;br /&gt;And when I hold you, you're almost here&lt;br /&gt;(Well I'm sorry that I took our love for granted)&lt;br /&gt;(Now I'm with you, I'm close to tears&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know I'm almost here)&lt;br /&gt;Only almost here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-114623918590722218?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/114623918590722218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=114623918590722218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/114623918590722218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/114623918590722218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2006/04/had-eng-n-ss-exam-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-114589063333882864</id><published>2006-04-24T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T20:35:42.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exams are inching,&lt;br /&gt;no... speeding near!&lt;br /&gt;(gritting teeth n biting nails - both signs of nervousness n stress)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Nah... i'm not Dat stressed.&lt;br /&gt;Well at least not yet...&lt;br /&gt;Not until the big O's comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This term has been better.&lt;br /&gt;I've improved a LOT for my physics.&lt;br /&gt;mayb it's 'cause i bothered to flip through my notes the day&lt;br /&gt;before my 2 papers.&lt;br /&gt;However, i must still give the glory to God, my beloved and dearest Heavenly Father.&lt;br /&gt;Without His help, nothing would be right.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i've alwaes had something to give Him the glory for&lt;br /&gt;it was just that i was too ignorant to see them.&lt;br /&gt;i closed my eyes and focused on things that weren't impt.&lt;br /&gt;He has really blessed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we had to take our 2.4 again. So sian.&lt;br /&gt;but i passed! It was 'cause of God of course.&lt;br /&gt;i ran 17.05mins. it's a sad timing i knoe.&lt;br /&gt;however, it's more than expected for me&lt;br /&gt;especially since i haven't been doing NAPFA for lik 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;thus, it must be God's glory.&lt;br /&gt;He brought me through it without letting me faint or puke aftrwards.&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't hav been able to do it if not for Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was listenin to this song on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;it's really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blessed be Your name&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be Your name&lt;br /&gt;In a land that is plentiful&lt;br /&gt;Where Your streams of abundance flow&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be Your name&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be Your name&lt;br /&gt;When i'm found in the desert place&lt;br /&gt;Though i walk through the wilderness&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be Your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bridge)&lt;br /&gt;Every blessing You pour out I'll turn back to praise&lt;br /&gt;When the darkness closes in Lord&lt;br /&gt;Still i will say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be the name of the Lord&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be Your name&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be the name of the Lord&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be Your glorious name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be Your name&lt;br /&gt;When the sun's shining down on me&lt;br /&gt;When the world's all as it should be&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be Your name&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be Your name&lt;br /&gt;On the road marked with suffering&lt;br /&gt;Though there's pain in the offering&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be Your name&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat bridge and chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give and take away&lt;br /&gt;You give and take away&lt;br /&gt;My heart will choose to say&lt;br /&gt;"Lord blessed be Your name"&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat Chorus)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-114589063333882864?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/114589063333882864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=114589063333882864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/114589063333882864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/114589063333882864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2006/04/exams-are-inching-no_114589063333882864.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-114217855812183669</id><published>2006-03-12T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T21:38:28.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>havent blogged for veri long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i have so much to say or too little to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much 'coz i havent been blogging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too little 'coz i dun really knoe wad i shld start with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwae, the biggest thing is i've gotten a haircut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n so have clarissa n vanessa. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/P4080063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/P4080063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;--------frm left to right:&lt;br /&gt;clarissa, vanessa n me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha... k yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... other than tt,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i have sound on my com coz my dad called the technician...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm rockin' to the beat of yellowcard, lights and sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... the good news is that i've improved in my physics n emaths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz my physics was really terrible last term...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, is Good Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more than 2000 yrs ago,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus died on the cross at calvary for us,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for our sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days later,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He rose from the grave,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and up to Heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is y we have Easter Sunday, yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He resurrected to never die again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last wed was also my last dance training...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reminiscing the times spent at dance prac.,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the time i spent putting on make-up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tying up my hair,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting ready for our performances n syf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, all that is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though i wasnt a really gd dancer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and did not like dance prac as much as some of the other girls did,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went faithfully to almost every lesson,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes with dread,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now, since i didnt have the need to go,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this just emphasises the fact that the big O's is drawing nearer and nearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still feel like it was just yesterday when i first entered sec sch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i auditioned for dance,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i first went for dance prac.,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i first got ready for my very first cca fair performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this yr, i wont be performing with our sch for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something so unusual, unnatural.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-114217855812183669?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/114217855812183669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=114217855812183669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/114217855812183669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/114217855812183669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2006/03/havent-blogged-for-veri-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-113827612866609318</id><published>2006-01-26T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T19:48:48.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gong xi fa cai!!! Happy Chinese New Year to all chinese friends! :)&lt;br /&gt;Blessed Chinese New Year to all Christian Chinese friends...&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year is drawing near...&lt;br /&gt;the smell of crisp, new notes&lt;br /&gt;and the thought of me receiving some in sealed red packets again&lt;br /&gt;just thrills me.&lt;br /&gt;Haha... maybe I am just money-minded.&lt;br /&gt;The traditional ritual of visiting one's relatives is here again&lt;br /&gt;soon, we will be wearing our new Chinese New Year clothes&lt;br /&gt;and parade around in our relatives' homes.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year also means lots of snacking and feasting&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year goodies and tidbits.&lt;br /&gt;Time to put on more weight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up watching a lot of videos&lt;br /&gt;and one of them had many music videos&lt;br /&gt;of some of the more famous musical songs.&lt;br /&gt;Here are 2 of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are both from the musical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joseph and the Amazing Technicoloured Dreamcoat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Close Every Door Lyrics&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joseph&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close every door to me,&lt;br /&gt;Hide all the world from me&lt;br /&gt;Bar all the windows&lt;br /&gt;And shut out the light&lt;br /&gt;Do what you want with me,&lt;br /&gt;Hate me and laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;Darken my daytime&lt;br /&gt;And toture my night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my life were important I&lt;br /&gt;Would ask will I live or die&lt;br /&gt;But I know the answers lie&lt;br /&gt;Far from this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close every door to me,&lt;br /&gt;Keep those I love from me&lt;br /&gt;Children of Israel&lt;br /&gt;Are never alone&lt;br /&gt;For I know I shall find&lt;br /&gt;My own peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;For I have been promised&lt;br /&gt;A land of my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Children &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close every door to me,&lt;br /&gt;Hide all the world from me&lt;br /&gt;Bar all the windows&lt;br /&gt;And shut out the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joseph &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just give me a number&lt;br /&gt;Instead of my name&lt;br /&gt;Forget all about me&lt;br /&gt;And let me decay&lt;br /&gt;I do not matter,&lt;br /&gt;I'm only one person&lt;br /&gt;Destroy me completely&lt;br /&gt;Then throw me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my life were important I&lt;br /&gt;Would ask will I live or die&lt;br /&gt;But I know the answers lie&lt;br /&gt;Far from this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joseph, Ensemble &amp; Children&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close every door to me,&lt;br /&gt;Keep those I love from me&lt;br /&gt;Children of Israel&lt;br /&gt;Are never alone&lt;br /&gt;For we know we shall find&lt;br /&gt;Our own peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;For we have been promised&lt;br /&gt;A land of our own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more lighter note,&lt;br /&gt;the next song is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Any Dream Will Do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joseph &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I closed my eyes, drew back the curtain&lt;br /&gt;To see for certain what I thought I knew&lt;br /&gt;Far far away, someone was weeping&lt;br /&gt;But the world was sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Any dream will do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joseph &amp; Children&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore my coat, with golden lining&lt;br /&gt;Bright colours shining, wonderful and new&lt;br /&gt;And in the east, the dawn was breaking&lt;br /&gt;And the world was waking&lt;br /&gt;Any dream will do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joseph &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crash of drums, a flash of light&lt;br /&gt;My golden coat flew out of sight&lt;br /&gt;The colours faded into darkness&lt;br /&gt;I was left alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joseph &amp; Children&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I return to the beginning&lt;br /&gt;The light is dimming, and the dream is too&lt;br /&gt;The world and I, we are still waiting&lt;br /&gt;Still hesitating&lt;br /&gt;Any dream will do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joseph &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crash of drums, a flash of light&lt;br /&gt;My golden coat flew out of sight&lt;br /&gt;The colours faded into darkness&lt;br /&gt;I was left alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joseph &amp; Children&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I return to the beginning&lt;br /&gt;The light is dimming, and the dream is too&lt;br /&gt;The world and I, we are still waiting&lt;br /&gt;Still hesitating&lt;br /&gt;Any dream will do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if many people would read this part&lt;br /&gt;since it's a long way down frm d top...&lt;br /&gt;if u do, tag my board n sae u hav read d bottom part&lt;br /&gt;den i wuld knoe...&lt;br /&gt;i'm lik sick today....&lt;br /&gt;sick as in physically not mentally...&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;i got a bit of a sore throat&lt;br /&gt;n i constantly cough.&lt;br /&gt;my throat feels itchy n i have flam occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;so does tanya.&lt;br /&gt;n sarah.&lt;br /&gt;the strange thing is that both my brothers were ill today as well.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i have a dance performance tmr for our school.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna miss lots of lessons.&lt;br /&gt;okok onli 2.&lt;br /&gt;aftr that, clarissa, vannesa&lt;br /&gt; n i are planning to go to bugis and shop around there.&lt;br /&gt;but school ends as per normal.&lt;br /&gt;1 pm. so sad right? oh well.&lt;br /&gt;k gotta go now.&lt;br /&gt;ciaoz! eat moi dinner...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-113827612866609318?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/113827612866609318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=113827612866609318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/113827612866609318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/113827612866609318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2006/01/gong-xi-fa-cai-happy-chinese-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-113766477408785655</id><published>2006-01-19T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T17:59:34.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was not a series of unfortunate events.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, when I woke up earlier this morning,&lt;br /&gt;I was frantically searching for my wallet&lt;br /&gt;which I carelessly misplaced&lt;br /&gt;somewhere in my house the night before.&lt;br /&gt;However, I had to leave the house without my wallet&lt;br /&gt;due to the lack of time.&lt;br /&gt;After assembly in school,&lt;br /&gt;I had my P.E. lesson which consisted of some running/jogging&lt;br /&gt;and the throwing of the short-putt.&lt;br /&gt;During that time,&lt;br /&gt;I discovered that a fellow classmate of mine&lt;br /&gt;had once been a national player of short-putt.&lt;br /&gt;She had participated in several competitions&lt;br /&gt;and had won a medal.&lt;br /&gt;After P.E., we had the usual A. Maths lesson.&lt;br /&gt;And, as usual, the lesson could not have been&lt;br /&gt;more terribly uninteresting.&lt;br /&gt;We had to proceed the laboratory for our Bio practical&lt;br /&gt;right after A. Maths.&lt;br /&gt;We sliced the tomato and cucumber&lt;br /&gt;to be able to observe and draw the transverse&lt;br /&gt;and longitudinal views of the fruits.&lt;br /&gt;Afterwhich, we were supposed to head down for recess.&lt;br /&gt;Just as I was about to step out of the lab door,&lt;br /&gt;a friend from another class passed me my nametag&lt;br /&gt;which I had dropped in the other Bio lab&lt;br /&gt;about two weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... i muz be boring u wif the way i write, arent i?&lt;br /&gt;i'm suppose to blog in proper eng to improve my standard of eng...&lt;br /&gt;dots...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-113766477408785655?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/113766477408785655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=113766477408785655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/113766477408785655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/113766477408785655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2006/01/today-was-not-series-of-unfortunate.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-113750218929285706</id><published>2006-01-17T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T20:49:49.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>on sunday aftrnoon, when i was walkin home frm my bus stop, i noticed tt there was a spider on d pocket of my jeans. i was stunned for like a split sec before, fortunately, i managed to use my bag to violently flick it off, not gently brush it off. plus, i din scream.&lt;br /&gt;typing this out now reminds me of the time during our sec 3 camp when we were in our individual grps and were made to crawl into this big tunnel drain thing. n we were made to sing out loudly to some tune, i cant rmbr wad now. there were alot of cobwebs n gross stuff tt i dun wanna imagine. there were alot of screaming and squirming as we stayed in there for like a few mins. i think tt towards the end, a spider dropped near the person next to me, causing her and myself to scream our heads off. adding to tt, we had to shout and scream and cheer alot. thus, it wasnt much of a surprise tt i lost my voice by the second day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decided to add some pics to spice up my blog. haha. hope u like it.&lt;br /&gt;dogs are loyal and obedient creatures. n they're so CUTE! Don't u agree?&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/puppies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/puppies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;-------------- so cute right? i like babies and dogs. and puppies. and little children. they can be so sweet. i hav a philosophy created by clarissa n i. guys dun get offended... i bet tt once they read this, no one will b willing to b my valentine. haha!&lt;br /&gt;the philosophy is :&lt;em&gt; all guys are dogs.&lt;/em&gt; some r cute n cuddly like those in the pic above, &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/puppies2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/puppies2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;----- while some r fit, atheletic and love to run. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/puppies4.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/puppies4.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/puppies3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/puppies3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...some love to travel alot and some juz love their close buddies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/dogs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/dogs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... and there are those whose bites are worse than their barks... lik the guy in thailand who recently raped tt tourist. &lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/unleashed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And there are also those who are loyal to their masters/ mistresses. In my philosophy, the girlfriends are the mistresses. The dogs that are tamed are usually loyal, obedient and great companions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. THIS IS NOT TO RIDICULE GUYS. IT'S JUST A METAPHOR. PLS DON'T TAKE THIS TO HEART.&lt;br /&gt;it's just like my philosophy that women/girls are roses. because roses look pretty but they can easily hurt ppl with their thorns when not handled properly. and when they are left alone for a few days, they will wilt and die.&lt;br /&gt;but tt doesn't mean u can mishandle them by plucking out their petals and thorns and trampling on them and throwing them away into dustbins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-113750218929285706?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/113750218929285706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=113750218929285706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/113750218929285706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/113750218929285706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2006/01/on-sunday-aftrnoon-when-i-was-walkin.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-113662194425917184</id><published>2006-01-07T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T16:19:04.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the lyrics of this song is really lik wad i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLUS ONE LYRICS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Camouflage"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Camouflage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this force around me&lt;br /&gt;Just like a tractor beam that&lt;br /&gt;Is always pulling me down...and when&lt;br /&gt;Ever I get the chance to&lt;br /&gt;Spill my guts about you&lt;br /&gt;It tries to tape up my mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What good am I&lt;br /&gt;If I just keep you quiet&lt;br /&gt;What good am I&lt;br /&gt;if I don't speak, 'cause...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be camouflage&lt;br /&gt;What I'm not&lt;br /&gt;'Cause what I got invades the world&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be in a box&lt;br /&gt;All I want&lt;br /&gt;Is just to stop being&lt;br /&gt;Camouflage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of trying to blend&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that I should fit in&lt;br /&gt;Like I am somebody else...Why do&lt;br /&gt;I go against what I say&lt;br /&gt;I come across like a fake&lt;br /&gt;And keep you all to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I&lt;br /&gt;Wanna shove it on somebody&lt;br /&gt;It's just that I&lt;br /&gt;That I can't hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat Chorus]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-113662194425917184?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/113662194425917184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=113662194425917184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/113662194425917184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/113662194425917184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2006/01/lyrics-of-this-song-is-really-lik-wad.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-113656084135212435</id><published>2006-01-06T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T23:20:41.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTIONS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i absolutely love animals, babies n children and food!!!&lt;br /&gt;ok i dun really LOVE food, but i like food.&lt;br /&gt;i like to eat. haha! which can b a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;esp for a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school has been boring.&lt;br /&gt;i'm already missing the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;during P.E. this wk,&lt;br /&gt;we had to take our height and weight.&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't that pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;i learned that either i hadnt grow during the holidays&lt;br /&gt;or that the long metal ruler against the canteen pillar&lt;br /&gt;was not accurately hung.&lt;br /&gt;nonetheless, i had gain weight.&lt;br /&gt;it may hav been minimal,&lt;br /&gt;but the fact is that for any girl,&lt;br /&gt;gainin any amt of weight is a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;thus, i shall try my best to workout and exercise more this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, during dance today, i had realised that i'm really inflexible.&lt;br /&gt;i cant do a split or lift my legs very high.&lt;br /&gt;thus, i have also concluded that i shld try to stretch more daily/fortnightly this yr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than physical change,&lt;br /&gt;i also should change my attitude towards my work and God.&lt;br /&gt;i havent been completing my hwk or payin full attention in class&lt;br /&gt;and neither hav i been regularly doin my qt n doin anythin major for Him.&lt;br /&gt;thus, for 2006 i shall try to be more focused, disciplined in my studies and dedicated to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wish i could carry out these resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;wif my lazy personally, it is hardly unlikely.&lt;br /&gt;yet with God, anythin's possible i guess.&lt;br /&gt;there's still hope. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-113656084135212435?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/113656084135212435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=113656084135212435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/113656084135212435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/113656084135212435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-years-resolutions-i-absolutely.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-113596263594678516</id><published>2005-12-30T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T23:01:54.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ONE: post 5 weird or random stuff bout yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO: at the end of the post, list 5 ppl you want to do this quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE: tag on their blog to let em` know and ask em` to read ur blog for the rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k....ermz... let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random fact #1: i'm a dreamer... i daydream ALOT! i've sort of planned the important things and not-so-important things for my future. (This usually happens alot during class... haha) Important things like which school i wanna go like JCs and Unis.The JC i'll probably get into is SA. It's the most convinient JC for me, but to increase my chances of achieving my ambition, i'll prob have to go to one of those top JCs which is highly unlikely. The University i'm hoping to go to is none other than NUS. This, of course, is not a surprise to most of u 'cause i'm sure u guys would prob wanna go there as well. For me, I prefer not to go to overseas Unis if i can 'cause the living expenses would prob cost a bomb! Hmm... I'm not particularly rich, despite Tanya's comments abt my standard of living. And since i'm the third child, if any of my bros go overseas without any scholarships, my parents would prob b too broke to invest on me. Plus, i doubt i'm gd enough to get any scholarships, so i'd rather stay and study in the local U. If i ever get into the course i want in the local U, which is medicine, and this is very unlikely, i might volunteer to go and serve the poor people in Africa who are unable to afford proper medical services. Technically, this is not an original idea of mine. I sort of heard it frm someone. Other than that, i daydream abt my perfect wedding and honeymoon. Haha! okay... see what i mean by i daydream ALOT?! if u would read one of my earlier entries, i'm not sure which month and date, but i recall blogging abt my perfect wedding and honeymoon. Yupz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random fact #2: I'm a movie buff. The funny thing is that 70% of the movies i've watched were with my parents or alone. Alone was when i watch the DVDs at home while my parents and brothers weren't around. I usually watch with my parents 'cause they like to watch movies too. It's the family thing that we do together, although most of the time my oldest bro won't be with us. Hmm... sometimes i notice that i can recognise some actors/actresses from other not so famous films even though their roles were as one of the supporting cast or cameo. This is due to the countless hrs spent on watching tv and movies. I shld prob b a director in hollywood coz i recognise so mani of the actors n actresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random fact #3: i hate it whenever i try so hard to fit in but am nv included. i hate being told to shut up. usually when ppl tell that to me, i'll get angry n ignore them. i seldom lose my temper. i can get really annoyed when i put alot of effort into something while ppl juz can't b bothered. i can get whiny/cranky early in the morning. i hav brokendown over pointless reasons b4. i'm normally a joyful person. ppl knoe me as a carefree and jovial gal. in my report bk, under the teacher's remarks, i'm saed to b bubbly and lively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random fact #4: i hav a fear of heights. mayb this is due to the fact tt i stay on the ground floor n second floor. whenever i take d lift which is covered by glass, i wuld lik b a bit scared. i mean i'm not so extreme lik some ppl can b but i am alittle afraid. n sometimes i wuld imagine if d buildin i'm in collapses. i'm oso afraid of rollercoasters n spiders n millipedes. haha! i dun dare to take those rollercoasters dat go upside down n i'm easily frightened juz sittin on those normal ones. if there's a cam in d middle of those rides, u wont b able to see me in it, coz i'll b bendin my head so low that i'll b blocked by d seat infront if i'm not sittin in d front row. n i hate spiders. i loathe spiders. actually i hav an abhorrence for anythin that has more than six legs, coz i dun really mind ants. recently, i've also discovered my enmity towards millipedes as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random fact #5: i've quite a gd sense of direction. i'm alwaes d one leadin my frenz. hmm, if u dun believe ask clarissa. haha! i keep tellin my frenz dat if they're wif me they'll nv get lost. n actually, as long as u leave me at any mrt station, i'll b able to find my way back quite easily. hmm, n i think i'm quite streetsmart too. coz i'm quite daring n sociable so even if i was left homeless on d street, i shld b able to survive. hmm... ok... i prob seem quite egoistical now. i actually felt lik writin this coz i'm not really wad else i can write. so yah. but i really m quite streetsmart compared to some of my frenz who r lik country pumpkins. they wouldnt knoe how to go home via mrt n they tend to follow me when they're wif me coz they usually go wif their parents. hmm... for me, not really. i made my IC by myself. i din nid any adult supervision. k yah tt's abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 5 ppl i choose to tag next for this are : kartik, tanya, andre, jiaxin and clarissa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-113596263594678516?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/113596263594678516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>My new year's resolution is to score better next year.&lt;br /&gt;Whether or not i'll have to work alot harder depends.&lt;br /&gt;If only i could find a way where we could all not work that hard&lt;br /&gt;but still score well in our exams, earn lots of money,&lt;br /&gt;succeed in our careers, work out our relationships,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i have 1 wish, i would wish that everytime i wished for anything, they will all come true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-113587482717724986?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/113587482717724986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=113587482717724986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/113587482717724986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/113587482717724986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-new-years-resolution-is-to-score.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-113586984434573182</id><published>2005-12-29T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T23:24:04.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If only there was a magical wardrobe in my room.&lt;br /&gt;I would be in Narnia now.&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful, magical world.&lt;br /&gt;I might become Queen.&lt;br /&gt;As i am probably referred to as a daughter of Eve.&lt;br /&gt;I could escape school.&lt;br /&gt;Escape homework.&lt;br /&gt;Once in awhile,&lt;br /&gt;I would probably invite my friends and family to join me there.&lt;br /&gt;By then, i wouldn't mind not being Queen and letting someone else take my place.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, i would choose someone as responsible as Aslan.&lt;br /&gt;And not some power-hungry person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh n i hav this theory abt myself.&lt;br /&gt;i dun blog tt often&lt;br /&gt;coz i hate the hassle and i hate to put things into words.&lt;br /&gt;hmm... tt's why i dun like to do compositions. esp for chinese.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes compostions aren't too bad.&lt;br /&gt;coz it's like story-telling.&lt;br /&gt;hmm... i guess i'm the type of person who starts something for the sake of starting something&lt;br /&gt;or coz other ppl do that and so i copy them&lt;br /&gt;but after awhile, it can't last.&lt;br /&gt;the idea is gd but i don't have the patience or discipline to carry it on.&lt;br /&gt;it's like that for most things.&lt;br /&gt;like sometimes, i decide to write a script of something.&lt;br /&gt;but i won't complete it.&lt;br /&gt;same goes for writing poems or drawing cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to go back to school.&lt;br /&gt;but school is starting next week!!!&lt;br /&gt;i have only touched less than 20% of my hwk,&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to be given any MORE work,&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to do any more past year papers,&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to wake up so early,&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to sleep so early,&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to go for boring lessons,&lt;br /&gt;i don't want these holidays to end,&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to prepare for my O's,&lt;br /&gt;esp my chinese paper in may/june.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... now i sound like a spoilt brat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only i could turn back time.&lt;br /&gt;Or speed up time.&lt;br /&gt;I would have turned the clock to the last day of school.&lt;br /&gt;I would have pushed time to my last O's paper.&lt;br /&gt;To the minute after i hand up my paper.&lt;br /&gt;When that moment comes,&lt;br /&gt;I would think back of this moment and laugh at myself.&lt;br /&gt;And prob miss my friends.&lt;br /&gt;But until then,&lt;br /&gt;I shall allow myself to feel this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-113586984434573182?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/113586984434573182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=113586984434573182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Afraid to leave this good year.&lt;br /&gt;2005 brought gd memories. hopefully 2006 will bring more.&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited yet afraid of being sec 4.&lt;br /&gt;don't want the stress i know evryone will put on us next year as we sit for our o's.&lt;br /&gt;The big O. Everyone that has went through it says it's not as scary as it seems.&lt;br /&gt;Yet i cant help not to believe them.&lt;br /&gt;The saying time flies is very real. It flies as fast as a speeding bullet.&lt;br /&gt;In a blink of an eye, it'll be gone.&lt;br /&gt;The world will change again. And the things we know and relate to might be rendered useless or outdated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas came and it too will pass.&lt;br /&gt;The song 'White Christmas' is not appropriate in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;So are many of the other Christmas songs like 'Jingle bells'.&lt;br /&gt;Singapore is so hot, humid and bright.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing like the Christmas described in these songs.&lt;br /&gt;Endless numbers of Christmas parties and presents and decoratons and performance.&lt;br /&gt;All these will soon give way to school and lessons and homeowrk and tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Narnia movie was gd.&lt;br /&gt;I love little Lucy. So cute and adorable.&lt;br /&gt;So small, yet so brave.&lt;br /&gt;Gd movie but i think it can't beat LOTR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 days more of Christmas... enjoy it while it lasts.&lt;br /&gt;I din actually realise that there was a Christian meaning behind the song 'The 12 Days of Chsristmas'. Scroll down aftr d song to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day of Christmas, my true love sent to me&lt;br /&gt;A partridge in a pear tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day of Christmas, my true love sent to me&lt;br /&gt;Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third day of Christmas, my true love sent to me&lt;br /&gt;Three French hens, Two turtle doves,&lt;br /&gt;And a partridge in a pear tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me&lt;br /&gt;Four calling birds, Three French hens,&lt;br /&gt;Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me&lt;br /&gt;Five golden rings, Four calling birds, Three French hens,&lt;br /&gt;Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me&lt;br /&gt;Six geese a-laying, Five golden rings, Four calling birds,&lt;br /&gt;Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love sent to me&lt;br /&gt;Seven swans a-swimming, Six geese a-laying, Five golden rings,&lt;br /&gt;Four calling birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves,&lt;br /&gt;And a partridge in a pear tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me&lt;br /&gt;Eight maids a-milking, Seven swans a-swimming,&lt;br /&gt;Six geese a-laying, Five golden rings, Four calling birds,&lt;br /&gt;Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me&lt;br /&gt;Nine ladies dancing, Eight maids a-milking, Seven swans a-swimming,&lt;br /&gt;Six geese a-laying, Five golden rings, Four calling birds,&lt;br /&gt;Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me&lt;br /&gt;Ten lords a-leaping, Nine ladies dancing, Eight maids a-milking,&lt;br /&gt;Seven swans a-swimming, Six geese a-laying, Five golden rings,&lt;br /&gt;Four calling birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves,&lt;br /&gt;And a partridge in a pear tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love sent to me&lt;br /&gt;Eleven pipers piping, Ten lords a-leaping, Nine ladies dancing,&lt;br /&gt;Eight maids a-milking, Seven swans a-swimming, Six geese a-laying,&lt;br /&gt;Five golden rings, Four calling birds, Three French hens,&lt;br /&gt;Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me&lt;br /&gt;Twelve drummers drumming, Eleven pipers piping, Ten lords a-leaping,&lt;br /&gt;Nine ladies dancing, Eight maids a-milking, Seven swans a-swimming,&lt;br /&gt;Six geese a-laying, Five golden rings, Four calling birds, Three French hens,&lt;br /&gt;Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Twelve Days of Christmas (12 Days of Christmas) – lyrics&lt;br /&gt;Religious symbolism of The Twelve Days of Christmas (The 12 Days of Christmas)&lt;br /&gt;1 True Love refers to God&lt;br /&gt;2 Turtle Doves refers to the Old and New Testaments&lt;br /&gt;3 French Hens refers to Faith, Hope and Charity, the Theological Virtues&lt;br /&gt;4 Calling Birds refers to the Four Gospels and/or the Four Evangelists&lt;br /&gt;5 Golden Rings refers to the first Five Books of the Old Testament, the "Pentateuch", which gives the history of man's fall from grace.&lt;br /&gt;6 Geese A-laying refers to the six days of creation&lt;br /&gt;7 Swans A-swimming refers to the seven gifts of the Holy Spirit, the seven sacraments&lt;br /&gt;8 Maids A-milking refers to the eight beatitudes&lt;br /&gt;9 Ladies Dancing refers to the nine Fruits of the Holy Spirit&lt;br /&gt;10 Lords A-leaping refers to the ten commandments&lt;br /&gt;11 Pipers Piping refers to the eleven faithful apostles&lt;br /&gt;12 Drummers Drumming refers to the twelve points of doctrine in the Apostle's Creed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-113516347701521256?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/113516347701521256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=113516347701521256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/113516347701521256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/113516347701521256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2005/12/very-soon-we-shall-all-say-goodbye-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-113440412822154167</id><published>2005-12-12T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T00:15:28.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Camp is still on my mind... all that drama...&lt;br /&gt;I was away frm the 8th to the 10th at LYNC camp. (LYNC = Linking youths N Christ, the youth grp at my church) It was held at the old junior school building of St. Andrew's Village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the first day,&lt;br /&gt;we all assembled at church and played ice-breaker games in our groups. frm there, we proceeded to SAV in our grps. my grp, which was known as vine, reached there first. then, when we were waitin for our rooms to b ready, we played more ice-breakers but as a whole. aftrwhich we had session 1 n den games lik captain's ball n captain's ball except on soapy ground n wif a papaya instead of a ball. my grp rocks! we had to come up with a cheer. n the end we came up wif this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V is for victory&lt;br /&gt;I - wo ai ni&lt;br /&gt;Na, na na, na na na, na na&lt;br /&gt;E - ENERGY!(the taiwanese boyband, tt's when d guys in our grp pose coz we hav lik exactly 5 guys in our grp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;durin some of the games, alot of ppl were really competitive. esp during the first captain's ball n the frisby game at sentosa on the 2nd day. during the first captain's ball, evryone were grabbing the balls from each other n pushing one another which was kinda irritating for ppl lik me who is small in size and as a result was constantly blocked by ppl whenever i got the ball. yupp. but it was still fun i guess. we also had session 2 tt night, which ended quite late. so we couldnt play d night games tt night coz it was too late by the time we ended. some of the guys were pretty rough. even towards d girls which is too ungentlemanly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on d 2nd day, we went to sentosa n played games. mani of us walked out frm there burnt. sunburnt. my skin now appears to be slightly darker. some of my friends just look charred. we played a frisby tournament between our groups which turned a little ugly between my grp and another grp. k it's kinda late now so i gotta slp. tell u d rest another time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-113440412822154167?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/113440412822154167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=113440412822154167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/113440412822154167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/113440412822154167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2005/12/camp-is-still-on-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-113388599791209253</id><published>2005-12-06T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T00:19:57.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/PC060076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/PC060076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sry sry for not updatin any sooner... sighs... been rather bored this holiday but too lazy to blog. been too lazy to do anithin really except mayb slp n eat. hai~ if i carry on lik this i'll become fat... urgh... i juz got a new com! usin it now... hehe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt; ---------- my com. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my screen's kinda far away. but i had to put it tt way coz my tv's ontop of my keyboard. (u cant really see it frm here tho)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tanya juz sent me loads of smilies. all of d msn smilies she's got. which is ALOT! she counted n acc to her she has lik abt 150! siao rite?? yup. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2 daes ago, sunday, i had my first church service at the new QPP in the main cathedral grnds. it's really cool. big n spacious. n i also had my first usher duty too. actually our 9.30am service, which has moved to 9am,  had their first service there lik 2 wks ago, but i had to miss tt coz i had a dance performance at paragon. den at nite, i went for a slpover at cheryl's place. kim, jo n nah(hannah) were there too. we kinda spent d night talking n doin our nails, manicure n pedicure, n watched d hot chick halfway coz most of us fell aslp. den yest, we went cycling at ecp. it was then when i realised dat i can really cycle for sure coz i was still wobbily b4 tt.  cycling is really fun, but it makes ur butt pain aftr awhile n my palms n fingers hurt too. n immediately aftr cycling for a long time, it feels kinda funny when i walk coz my leg muscles get alittle wobbily. we actually alot. we went to the ends of ecp n back. it felt gd to overtake ppl when they're slower coz they walk. mayb i shld get a bike next yr or sumthin or for christmas. tt'll b cool. my bro already has a bike of his own but it may b too tall for me to handle. oh yes, i also fell yest n hurt my knee alittle. it's some scratches, not any severe deep wounds but it looks bad. &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/6816103-113388599791209253?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/113388599791209253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=113388599791209253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/113388599791209253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/113388599791209253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2005/12/sry-sry-for-not-updatin-any-sooner.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-113258508812360272</id><published>2005-11-21T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T22:58:08.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Venice must be the most romantic city on the planet. Oh wait, Paris is also another very romantic city. Hmm... my future honeymoon must be there. Both Paris and Venice... But tt's only if i do get married, if the world doesn't end b4 i get to or if i CAN actually find an almost perfect guy for me tt i truly love n who truly loves me. Hmm... mayb i'm delusional... i've been watchin alot of romance movies... sighs. those movies make it look as if love is so easy to find which is so not reality. yupz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-113258508812360272?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/113258508812360272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=113258508812360272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/113258508812360272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/113258508812360272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2005/11/venice-must-be-most-romantic-city-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-113215486157673839</id><published>2005-11-16T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T23:27:41.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so tired... i had chem ALL morning! i was at the lab... mixing chemicals... taking down observations... sniffing pungent smells n staring at solutions wif weird lookin precipitates. i was suppose to b at dance. but... i had no choice. i had to go for chemistry make-up lessons.i dun mind. 'coz i love chem. it's so fun. my fav subj. but d not so fun part is waking up. sighs. i was havin some nice dreams. cant remember wad now. but alittle bit here n there. i remember seeing some of my classmates n my hongkong hostsis' classmate inside. weird. aftr tt... i went to the library to return some bks which i borrrowed a few wks back. while i was browsing, there was this china lady hu came up to me n started askin me in chinese n asked me to recommend her some english bks. hmm. i was at the teen's zone so i was wondering y was she there. den she asked where those shakespeare n classical bks were. den i saed dat most of them cannot b found there. which was true. evytime i wanted to find a classical bk such as a wrinkle in time or pride n prejudice, it cant be found in the library. so anywae, l8r i found out tt she was searchin for bks for her pri4 daughter. in d end i gave her some suggestions such as a wrinkle in time n meg cabot's all american girl n asked her to find it in the bookshops instead. yuppzz... aftr tt i met up wif tanya n anna at j8 n we ate our lunch there. aftr lunch, while we were juz standin against d railing on the 4th floor, the floor where the movie theatres were, this young lady, a poly student workin on attachment came over to us n started talkin lik a torpedo. n she talked us into buying this perfume for $39.90 n we got another bottle of the same perfume n some christmas cards for free. aftr tt we walked arnd somemore n sat at mc where anna bought some fries n a coke n i read a bk tt i borrowed frm d library. aftr tt we decided to watch a movie. we watch SKY HIGH! which totally rocked! tanya actually watched it alreadi but we convinced her to watch it again. hey it's nice wad... i wuldnt mind watchin it twice. it was super funny! yupz. evryone shld watch it. aftr tt i was rainin. den i took d mrt home. n den d bus. den i walked home. it was drizzling still but i din care. i walked home lik a zombie.wif no expression. d past few daes i've been so bored, i din knoe wad to write. so yah. okok i better end this quick coz there's ppl wanting to read this. k .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-113215486157673839?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/113215486157673839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=113215486157673839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/113215486157673839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/113215486157673839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-113196367057585115</id><published>2005-11-14T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T18:21:11.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>returnin back to sch on fri was both a joy n a chore. joy 'coz i could see my friends again, but chore 'coz i had to wake up at lik 6am to prepare for sch... n i was really tired tt day, 'coz d night b4 i slpt at lik 1+am. during chem prac, i broke a test-tube. how embarrassing. aftr sch, i had dance. so i was rather tired on d way home. i fell aslp on d bus n ended up missing my busstop. den i had to walk back. sighs. i'm so bored. i woke up lik 10+ this mornin... i'm totally sianz today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-113196367057585115?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/113196367057585115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=113196367057585115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/113196367057585115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/113196367057585115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2005/11/returnin-back-to-sch-on-fri-was-both.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-113177218242105350</id><published>2005-11-12T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T00:02:26.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey... the thrills and spills of the hongkong trip are still evident in my mind. i made many new friends. :) and i went to disneyland which wasn't as fun as i expected it to be but it was gd. 9 days... in a strange, faraway land where everyone speaks a language, ok more like dialect, tt i don't understand. hongkong has beautiful scenery esp at night along the bay near tsim sha tsui street. the city is juz breathtaking. and the bridges r really beautiful. it's veri different compared to singapore as there's so mani really tall buildings wif colourful lights, creating a colourful atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comparison between sg n hongkong:&lt;br /&gt;sg: ppl mostly speak in english&lt;br /&gt;hk: ppl mostly speak cantonese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sg: lots of trees&lt;br /&gt;hk: lots of buildings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sg: escape themepark&lt;br /&gt;hk: disneyland/oceanpark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sg: 3-4 million ppl&lt;br /&gt;hk: 7-8 million ppl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sg: bukit timah hill&lt;br /&gt;hk: several mountains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sg: mrt train&lt;br /&gt;hk: mtr train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sg: orchard road&lt;br /&gt;hk: nathan road/tsim sha tsui street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this trip has really taught me to depend on God. it has taught me independence 'coz i could not depend on anyone but myself n God. n most of them i was unreliable. God gave me the strength. n it has made me treasure my family, friends, school n country. it was an eye-opening experience and an exchange of culture. despite my feeling of loneliness sometime in the trip, i feel that the trip was a worthwhile experience and everyone shld try it esp those overprotected. yupz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-113177218242105350?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/113177218242105350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=113177218242105350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/113177218242105350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/113177218242105350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2005/11/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-113084075345876621</id><published>2005-11-01T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T18:25:53.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This song is from Madagascar! I love it! It's hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LIKE TO MOVE IT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;I like to move it, move it&lt;br /&gt;I like to move it, move it&lt;br /&gt;I like to move it, move it&lt;br /&gt;Ya like to ("Move it")&lt;br /&gt;Repeat 2 more times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(talking)&lt;br /&gt;All girls all over the world,&lt;br /&gt;original King Julian pon ya case man!&lt;br /&gt;I love how all girls a move them body,&lt;br /&gt;and when ya move ya body, and move it,&lt;br /&gt;nice and sweet and sassy, alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman ya cute, and you don't need no make up,&lt;br /&gt;original cute body you a mek man mud up. (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman! Physically fit, physically fit,&lt;br /&gt;physically, physically, physically fit&lt;br /&gt;Woman! Physically fit, physically fit,&lt;br /&gt;physically, physically, physically fit&lt;br /&gt;Woman! Ya nice, sweet, fantastic&lt;br /&gt;Big ship on de ocean that a big titanic&lt;br /&gt;Woman! Ya nice, sweet energetic&lt;br /&gt;Big ship on de ocean that a big titanic&lt;br /&gt;Woman! Ya nice, sweet, fantastic&lt;br /&gt;Big ship on de ocean that a big titanic&lt;br /&gt;Woman! Ya nice, sweet, fantastic&lt;br /&gt;Big ship on de ocean that a big titanic&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman ya cute, and you don't need no make up,&lt;br /&gt;original cute body you a mek man mud up. (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye liner - pon ya face a mek man mud up&lt;br /&gt;Nose powder - pon ya face a mek man mud up&lt;br /&gt;Pluck ya eyebrow - pon ya face a mek man mud up&lt;br /&gt;Gal ya lipstick - pon ya face a mek man mud up&lt;br /&gt;Woman ya nice broad face,&lt;br /&gt;and ya nice hip, make man flip and bust up them lip.&lt;br /&gt;Woman ya nice an energetic,&lt;br /&gt;big ship pon de ocean that a big titanic.&lt;br /&gt;Woman ya nice broad face,&lt;br /&gt;and ya nice hip, make man flip and bust up them lip.&lt;br /&gt;Woman ya nice and energetic,&lt;br /&gt;big ship pon de ocean that a big titanic.&lt;br /&gt;Repeat chorus to end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-113084075345876621?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/113084075345876621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=113084075345876621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/113084075345876621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/113084075345876621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-song-is-from-madagascar-i-love-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-113075619641945352</id><published>2005-10-31T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T18:56:36.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm... wad if i were to die tmr?&lt;br /&gt;my life is short.&lt;br /&gt;my life has been boring.&lt;br /&gt;how wuld i be remembered?&lt;br /&gt;i hope i wuld be remembered for my cheerfulness.&lt;br /&gt;wuld mani ppl turn up for my funeral?&lt;br /&gt;i hope mani of course.&lt;br /&gt;wad songs wuld they play?&lt;br /&gt;"amazing grace" and "here i am to worship" slowly.&lt;br /&gt;who wuld turn up for my funeral?&lt;br /&gt;my family, my friends.&lt;br /&gt;how wuld i be buried?&lt;br /&gt;by cremation n my ashes thrown into the sea.&lt;br /&gt;wad wuld ur family put on ur grave?&lt;br /&gt;beloved daughter and friend.&lt;br /&gt;a good and faithful servant of God.&lt;br /&gt;trustee of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another philosophy of Michelle:&lt;br /&gt;all of us are like candles. covering the floor. Jesus is the lighter. the word of God the flame. those that are lighted are suppose to pass it on to those unlighted. amongst the unlighted, the lighted would be the brightest. yet it needs another lighted candle nearby, lest it's flame goes off. the wind is the devil. preventing us from passing the flame to others n oso to cause us to lose our flames.&lt;br /&gt;"14You are the light of the world. A city on a hill cannot be hidden.15Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house. 16In the same way, let your light shine before men, that they may see your good deeds and praise your Father in heaven." -Matthew 5:14-16&lt;br /&gt;"12When Jesus spoke again to the people, he said, "I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life." -John 8:12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So brothers and sisters, stand as high as you can so that you can light up the room and pass on the flame too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-113075619641945352?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/113075619641945352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=113075619641945352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/113075619641945352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/113075619641945352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2005/10/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-113075255933342990</id><published>2005-10-31T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T17:55:59.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/pierced%20rose.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/200/pierced%20rose.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post shall b long since i'll b away for a long time or this may b my last. Okok... i'm not gonna lik die or anithin... i mean of coz i'll die... one day... sooner or later... Yup... argh! having so mani interruptions by ppl lik Tanya n Vanessa. :( haha. k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people come, people go.&lt;br /&gt;be it for a moment or a second.&lt;br /&gt;(Yay! my maid juz cooked steamed corn)&lt;br /&gt;people are born, people die.&lt;br /&gt;all in a split second.&lt;br /&gt;never know when you're next.&lt;br /&gt;no one knows how many days more they have.&lt;br /&gt;the very next day could be their last.&lt;br /&gt;time passes by slowly.&lt;br /&gt;nothing makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;the beat of my heart pulsates faster and faster.&lt;br /&gt;the air is still.&lt;br /&gt;my breathing intensifies.&lt;br /&gt;my vision starts blurring.&lt;br /&gt;my face feels hot.&lt;br /&gt;my chest hurts.&lt;br /&gt;my toes feel numb.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly they give way.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i'm floating on air.&lt;br /&gt;but soon later i'm on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;i hit with a thud.&lt;br /&gt;i open my mouth to cry.&lt;br /&gt;to scream.&lt;br /&gt;to shout.&lt;br /&gt;anything.&lt;br /&gt;but nothing.&lt;br /&gt;my throat hurts.&lt;br /&gt;my back hurts too.&lt;br /&gt;but my head hurts the most.&lt;br /&gt;soon i can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;i must have fainted.&lt;br /&gt;(Tanya just told me that her fren knoes Mr Ng's son)&lt;br /&gt;i opened my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;i was on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;everything's dark.&lt;br /&gt;i'm breathing hard.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not hurting anymore.&lt;br /&gt;was it real?&lt;br /&gt;or was the fall just a dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Michelle Tan.&lt;br /&gt;entitled Strange happenings. the brackets are not actually included and this is fiction. i made it all up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-113075255933342990?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/113075255933342990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=113075255933342990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/113075255933342990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/113075255933342990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-post-shall-b-long-since-ill-b.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-113040559831990553</id><published>2005-10-27T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T17:33:18.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is the song which i hav stuck in my mind recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All I Ask Of You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more talk of darkness&lt;br /&gt;Forget these wide-eyed fears&lt;br /&gt;I'm here&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can harm you&lt;br /&gt;My words will warm and calm you&lt;br /&gt;Let me be your freedom&lt;br /&gt;Let daylight dry your tears&lt;br /&gt;I'm here&lt;br /&gt;With you beside you&lt;br /&gt;To guard you and to guide you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say you love me every winter morning&lt;br /&gt;Turn my head with talk of summertime&lt;br /&gt;Say you need me with you now and always&lt;br /&gt;Promise me that all you say is true&lt;br /&gt;That's all I ask of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be your shelter&lt;br /&gt;Let me be your light&lt;br /&gt;You're safe&lt;br /&gt;No one will find you&lt;br /&gt;Your fears are far behind you&lt;br /&gt;All I want is freedom&lt;br /&gt;A world with no more night&lt;br /&gt;And you&lt;br /&gt;Always beside me&lt;br /&gt;To hold me and to hide me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then say you'll share with me one love&lt;br /&gt;One lifetime&lt;br /&gt;Let me lead you from your solitude&lt;br /&gt;Say you need me with you&lt;br /&gt;Here beside you&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere you go let me go too&lt;br /&gt;Christine that's all I ask of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say you'll share with me one love one lifetime&lt;br /&gt;Say the word and I will follow you&lt;br /&gt;Share each day with me&lt;br /&gt;Each night each morning&lt;br /&gt;Say you love me (You know I do)&lt;br /&gt;Love me&lt;br /&gt;That's all I ask of you&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere you go let me go too&lt;br /&gt;Love me&lt;br /&gt;That's all I ask of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. In case you're wondering where this is from, it's from The Phantom Of The Opera. Sung by the characters Christine and Raoul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-113040559831990553?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/113040559831990553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=113040559831990553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/113040559831990553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/113040559831990553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-is-song-which-i-hav-stuck-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-112964783528756242</id><published>2005-10-18T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T18:22:20.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last friday, i went swimming again with Tanya and Jiaxin. it was fun. but it started rainin. despite the drizzle, we continued to swim. and we even swam in the baby pool with no one else there. we kept throwing our goggles here n there. haha. den we reclined at the steps n lay there for awhile b4 deciding to bathe. aftrtt, we went to Tanya's hse to eat our lunch. afterwhich we walked to j8 n walked arnd there. we were lik a bunch of crazy gals stalkin ppl. we stalked another smss gal, this guy at the supermarket n a couple hu i'm not suppose to mention abt. haha. aftrtt, we were all veri moody and walked quietly, on our own, to Tanya's hse. it was kinda coz Tanya n i had a tiff. but it's all cleared up now. tt was friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so proud of myself. i went all by myself to the ICA building yesterday to make my IC. hmm. while i was there, i saw so mani guys wif their moms! haha! n there i was, a gal, alone. well, i guess my independence could b due to circumstances such as me living so far away from anywhere. i take at least 1hr(plus or minus) to get anywhere in singapore on my own. n because my dad uses the car alot n my mum cant drive n both my parents work so wheneva i nid to go somewhere, i cant get my parents to bring me. unless it's during the weekend or during lunchtime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-112964783528756242?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/112964783528756242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=112964783528756242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/112964783528756242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/112964783528756242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2005/10/last-friday-i-went-swimming-again-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-112930650404865801</id><published>2005-10-14T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T00:15:04.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>k. now yesterdae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to take a cab frm d main road outside my busstop to my mrt station coz i left my hse too late n if i left my hse too late, i wuld hav been extremely late. so i reached there onli slightly late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k so when we were there, that place was rather familiar. i knew of coz tt i had been ther during my church youth camp last year. d shoes r really tight n i din bring long enuf socks to protect my legs frm d rim of d shoes so i had to buy frm there another extra pair. k so when i was on d ice at first, i had lost my touch. so i had to hold d side for awhile b4 getting used to it. hmm come to think of it, i'm quite lousy since this was my 3rd or 4th time ice-skating n i still hav yet to master d skill fully while clarissa n charmaine hu not been on d ice at least once mastered more than i hav. haha. k so while we were there, i met my church fren sylvia. funny how it looks easy to ice-skate but it really isnt. u've gotta take sometime to get used to it. k so when we were there, hmm i pointed out this guy hu looked at first not bad-looking but aftr awhile wasnt tt to clarissa n charmaine. they saed he looked lik a sec 3 but they think he's sec 2. aniwae, he was quite pro compared to me. he helped some of his frens to ice-skate, teachin them n holdin onto them. haha. charmaine bumped into him a few times, n d girl he was wif grabbed onto me once. it was SO funny! haha. oh n there was this grp of jap/korean-lookalikes. d guys were really pro. they kept zooming past ppl. which was quite scary coz they came so close n in d next moment they were opp in the ring. a few of the guys kept tryin to pull one of the girls' hand. which was as tho they were flirting wif her. i guess it could b coz she was quite pretty n better lookin den some of the other girls in d grp. well, we ate our lunch there. cup noodles. haha. the place was super packed. i fell down 4-5 times. haha. once, when i was skating wif clarissa, she fell down, n i fell on top of her. haha. n another time, when we both lost our balance, we ended up "hugging each other". d ppl arnd us laughed n we were embarassed. haha. aftrtt we kept telling each other tt we were straight n had no designs on each other. haha. charmaine fell d most. she has multiple bruises on her legs now. i feel quite bad now coz even tho i fell down too, i got away clean of bruises. chunmeng was super pro. okok. she was d pro-est amongst us. she onli fell once n it was coz charmaine pulled her down. d way she ice-skates is so graceful n swift. actually she had lessons b4 tt so tt's y she's so pro. many a times i found myself holding onto the side coz i was too afraid to fall. i guess there's a lesson to learn in evrythin. i've learnt to take chances. yup. k tt's all. i shall write abt today another time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-112930650404865801?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/112930650404865801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=112930650404865801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/112930650404865801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/112930650404865801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2005/10/k.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-112930508154330935</id><published>2005-10-14T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T23:51:21.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey... let me tell u more abt wad i've been doing these past 3 daes aftr d exams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end-of-years were generally manageable but some of which were pretty difficult, thus my future is unsure.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On wed, aftr our last paper, my e maths paper 1 which happened to b quite easy except for a few qns, Tanya n i went swimming! Hmm, at abt 1+ which isn't a veri advisable time as d sun is burning hot n we were warned to avoid the aftrnoon sun coz we might get skin cancer. We went to the Bishan Public pool or wadeva u call it... we sat down, applied abit of tanning oil n laid on d bench awhile. All this time, we were being watched by some of d men hu were also sun tanning there. there was this one particular guy, tanya shld remember too, hu was in the pool kept inching closer n closer to us n was watching us lik a hawk. hmm. of coz he din do anythin in d end. haha. oh! when we first arrived there in our uniforms, there were 2 guys in d big pool hu kept lookin at us as well which was quite freaky. we went to change n were quite reluctant to step out of d changin room in our swimsuits. of coz we did. hmm.. now i think i look relatively darker. haha. i do hav a slight tan line. tanya has it worse tho. she's blacker than she was before. k tt was on wed. aftr tt i went to tanya's hse n then we walked arnd j8 n i went home aftr tt. yupz. yesterday's wuld b mentioned in d next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-112930508154330935?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/112930508154330935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=112930508154330935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/112930508154330935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/112930508154330935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2005/10/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-112930216905870162</id><published>2005-10-14T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T23:02:49.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sry for not blogging for so long. but exams were taking a toll on me. now tt it's over, i can finally relax till tues when d results r out. on wed, i went swimming, yesterday, i went ice-skating, todae, i went swimming again.&lt;br /&gt;i'm on an exercising spree. haha! now my thigh muscles r aching. hai~ i'm so unfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another of michelle's philosophies:&lt;br /&gt;Life is like football... We are like the players/football teams.Our friends shld be like our loyal fans. Alwaes cheering us on, supporting us even if we don't win d league, even if we don't score the winning goal. Isn't football like that? Ppl don't support their fav teams juz becoz they're the winners right? And in life there are ups and downs. On an encouraging note, there'll alwaes b ppl around caring for us, support us all the way so don't give up. Try your best. Train extra hard. Have consistent trainings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never keep the fear of losing the game keep you from playing it.&lt;br /&gt;No one is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Yupz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-112930216905870162?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/112930216905870162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=112930216905870162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/112930216905870162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/112930216905870162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2005/10/sry-for-not-blogging-for-so-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-112809122049115483</id><published>2005-09-30T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T22:40:20.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my b'dae is comin!!! 7 OCTOBER!!! 7 OCTOBER!!! remember to wish me kaez??? haiyaz... exams were lik todae.... n oso next wk tues, thurs, fri, d following mon, tues n wed. Sianz... exams alwaes cannot watch tv wheneva i want... cannot use com wheneva i want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me tell u of a story :&lt;br /&gt;15 yrs ago... on 7th of October 1990... on the island of Singapore, Michelle Tan was born into this world... a world of confusion n pain... a pretty, cute baby lay quietly in the nursery in KK hospital in Singapore, wrapped in a pink towel. frightened n scared, yet it made little noise. little did it knoe of the wonders it would do in the world when it grew up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... haha!!!! i dun care abt u alreadi... so wad if u dun wanna come to tuition... hmm... okay lah... so u onli din come yesterday.... hmph... if u dun wanna tok to me den i shant b bothered wif u too... thot of putting a note in ur slipper but tt's too desperate of me... guys shld alwaes make d first move... it's better tt a guy loses his pride den a girl losing her dignity n reputation. Guys would b on the losing end if they dun even wanna ask a girl for her no. or email lah... it's really for a girl to do tt lah... aniwae... so... i was tempted to but den decided against it. aniwae there wasnt any slipper to put any note. so who cares? i give up searching friendster for u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;letting God take control. letting his will run my life. Jesus take me now i am Yours. Tell the world that Jesus lives, tell the world that, tell the world that! I dun care what ppl will say, i'm running aftr to U! I wont turn back n go their way, i'm running aftr U!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-112809122049115483?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/112809122049115483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=112809122049115483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/112809122049115483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/112809122049115483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2005/09/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-112623846256268601</id><published>2005-09-09T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T12:01:02.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/baby%203%20-%20so%20cute!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/200/baby%203%20-%20so%20cute%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/baby%202%20-%20so%20cute!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/200/baby%202%20-%20so%20cute%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/baby%204%20-%20so%20cute!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/200/baby%204%20-%20so%20cute%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/baby%20-%20so%20cute!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/200/baby%20-%20so%20cute%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cute!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-112623846256268601?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/112623846256268601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=112623846256268601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/112623846256268601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/112623846256268601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-112617670483864213</id><published>2005-09-08T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T18:51:44.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>todae, i din hav to go to sch... yay! but i still woke up at lik 9am which is early... i had to go to jiaxin's house to do our geog project. i met tanya at yio chu kang mrt at abt 10.55am. i waited there since arnd 10.25am. but i guess tanya n i are even now since she waited for me d previous occasion we went to jx's house.(although she waited for me alot longer.haha) we ate instant noodles for lunch coz we sort of forgot to call jx yesterdae to tell her tt we were goin todae... we decided to do a video for our project. while i was there(coz i left early for tuition), i was made to act my scene(s). i looked retarded. haha. it was quite funny when we watched it. not long, it was nearly 3. n i had to leave for tuition. in d end, i reached my tutor's place slightly early lik mayb 5-10mins earlier than expected. den soon he came... den i had tuition... n blah blah blah... n den i walked home. so now here i am typing abt my dae. k.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-112617670483864213?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/112617670483864213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=112617670483864213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/112617670483864213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/112617670483864213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2005/09/todae-i-din-hav-to-go-to-sch.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-112617604994917068</id><published>2005-09-08T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T18:40:49.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why??? Why am i so crazy abt u??? How can i kick u out of my head??? It's so weird that i dont find anything interesting abt u yet u're lik stuck inside... i desperately wanna find out abt u n tok to u but somehow u're unreachable... this feeling is crazy!!! all i knoe abt u is ur name, the colour of ur sch uniform, how ur voice sounds lik, where u go for ur maths tuition, that u actually hav to wear specs but sometimes u dont, that u apply cologne, that u spike ur hair, that u hav a billabong/ripcurl/quiksilver pair of slippers, that u're right-handed, that u didnt knoe d diff between speed and velocity, n tt mayb u're sec 3 lik me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-112617604994917068?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/112617604994917068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=112617604994917068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/112617604994917068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/112617604994917068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2005/09/why-why-am-i-so-crazy-abt-u-how-can-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-112599268286437723</id><published>2005-09-06T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T15:44:42.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay! Holidaes r here! Wake up l8r then usual... haha.. but oh well... there's still so much hwk n i still hav to go back to sch for 3 out of d 5 daes of holidae... haiya~ n exams r coming!!! Hmm... den y m i still here??? Hahaha... Another one of my great philosophies(below)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is in the air... love is everywhere... Love (between men and women/guys and gals and not d agape love frm God or d love between parent and child) is like some sort of gas that causes funny reactions when in contact wif ppl. In some cases, the reaction can be really strong and can cause ppl to act differently. When it fades, it causes emotional, physical and mental pain to its victim. Some ppl were affected by it but somehow it wasnt infectious enough to spread to me, mayb i was immune to it... It can suddenly flow into u or slowly, overtime consume u. Usually preys on 2 at a time, yet it can also overwhelm one. Love is lik a drug... it can cure some hurts n pains but too much can harm ur body too... n it can b addictive. It causes... ppl to b high, happy, dreamy, crazy, hopeful and mayb even s2pid. Its symptoms... it causes loss of appetite, loss of hope, loss of meaning in life, anger, sadness, bitterness, agony, depression... the list goes on. It may b affecting me now... although i'm still in d early stage... i shld b able to b cured.&lt;br /&gt;by michelle tan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-112599268286437723?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/112599268286437723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=112599268286437723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/112599268286437723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/112599268286437723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2005/09/yay-holidaes-r-here-wake-up-l8r-then.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-112472174741050274</id><published>2005-08-22T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T22:42:27.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yah... i forgot to tell u abt my open hse!!! We performed our syf item in d end therefore i got to dance!!! yay! we took some pics wif our costumes on... here below: &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/Picture%200051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/Picture%200051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me n clarissa (look at our thick make-up!)haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-112472174741050274?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/112472174741050274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=112472174741050274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/112472174741050274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/112472174741050274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2005/08/oh-yah.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-112471950708282207</id><published>2005-08-22T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T22:31:16.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kae okaaee..... i knoe tt mani hav been waiting n waiting for me to update my blog evrytime... haiya~ i find it very difficult to do so 'coz sch has taken so much time... i duno how u guys can alwaes blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niwaes... National Day has come and gone n now Sept holidays are nearing... Do i feel happy n excited abt it? No... y? 'coz we're juz gonna b stumped wif so much hwk again, we might as well go back to sch... haiya~ we also nid to study for upcoming end-of-year exams... dreadful... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sudd i duno y but i stopped n stared at d screen. hahaha!!! i guess mayb it juz sudd dawned on me tt i'm still slacking here when i'm suppose to b studying... haiya~ Clarissa Kang! How can u blog so much n still b able to study n finish ur hwk???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aftr national day celeb, clarissa, amanda, tanya, jia xin n i went arnd orchard and den to heeren to take neos! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/1600/national%20day1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3524/388/320/national%20day1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it was super crowded!!! n we were rating guys based on their looks as we walked past... &lt;a href="mailto:haha!!!@#$!!!#$"&gt;haha!!!!!!&lt;/a&gt;... yup... on national day itself, i went to raffles town club to swim wif ryl n jo... den we had lunch wif our mentors n oso wif nah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todae... i received my chem n eng tests marks... but i'm not gonna tell u... haha!!! oh n amylia brought her pri sch class photo... so funny lah! tanya n i couldnt stop laughing... lol!!! not at amylia though... amylia looks d same... hahahaha!!! during p.e. we played captain's ball... it's a game whereby i dislik due to my physical limitations of my hands n my being vertically challenged. ): i could hardly touch d ball... n when i did it wuld drop out of my hands or i wuld pass it to d wrong ppl... i prefer floorball...or soccer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speakin of soccer... my cell grp(church grp) played soccer on special day(a special occasion for our cell grp) n i won d winning goal! although i was a fluke... haha... yupz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh n fop rocks!!!! i was so touched by the Holy Spirit! the atmosphere was memorable... it was electrifying! the whole stadium was flooded wif ppl jumping around, praising God! It was awesome... The music was great n d message was gd too... i miss it... i wanna go next year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k tt's abt all so far... let me leave u wif a verse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has delivered us from the power of darkness and translated us into the kingdom of the Son of His love, in whom we have redemption through His blood, the forgiveness of sins. Colossians 1 : 13-14&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-112471950708282207?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/112471950708282207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=112471950708282207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/112471950708282207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/112471950708282207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2005/08/kae-okaaee.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-112308006635891743</id><published>2005-08-03T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T22:41:06.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back!!! Ever since my trip, the exciting/more interesting things in my life were my cell retreat, school starting and my hongkong exchange friends coming over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, my cell retreat rocked!!! It was fun esp the part where i couldnt talk for the whole day... haha... it was hard... very hard... I was alittle sick on the second night so i took panadol and slpt early. I also especially loved the prayer walk which i've learned many things about God and have grown closer to Him. I miss it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School startin wasnt much of an excitement since I'll have to dreadfully go back to school evryday... hai~ sighs... i miss my sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not the least, the hongkong exchange programme was great! Christina, my hongkong "sister", was really nice and friendly... we both have lots in common and we both didn't complain... I miss her sleeping in my bed... ): well... the perk is that i'll be staying with her again in October!!! Yay!! Can't wait... (: we had fun watching dvds together and also just chatting.... even all my frenz loved her! Haha... Besides Christina, I also got to know Carolyne, Zoey, Yiu Yiu(did i spell it correctly?) and some others... we had fun at night safari and taking the duck tour and taking lots and LOTS of pictures and some neoprints... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k gtg now guys! see ya!&lt;br /&gt;mich.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-112308006635891743?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/112308006635891743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=112308006635891743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/112308006635891743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/112308006635891743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2005/08/back-ever-since-my-trip-excitingmore.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816103.post-112264345461301336</id><published>2005-07-29T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T21:24:14.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey sry to those who have been coming here often to check whether i've finished the rest of my holiday... i've heard comments frm several ppl tt i shld blog more often... however, these past few weeks, ever since sch started in june, i've been rather busy n have been trying to cut down the usage of my com. So my greatest apologies to evryone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... nothing really exciting really happened aftr that... The highlight of my trip was the trip to Mt Buller where it snowed heavily on the second day i was there n evrywhere was covered with snow on the third day but we had to leave in the aftrnoon so we only had time to take pics n play some snow tabogganing. It was so cold there that i had to wear several layers of clothes, had to stay indoors most of the time and drank lots of cappucino n hot chocolate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816103-112264345461301336?l=angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/112264345461301336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816103&amp;postID=112264345461301336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/112264345461301336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816103/posts/default/112264345461301336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelfairieprincess.blogspot.com/2005/07/hey-sry-to-those-who-have-been-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06690581401004337588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
