<?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-7870357584542595814</id><updated>2011-07-07T19:12:00.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't close your eyes.</title><subtitle type='html'>Nailpolish-galore.bg.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>208</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-2421010148967315615</id><published>2010-03-07T04:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T04:12:30.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Baby.. Oh baby.&lt;div&gt;Wrap your arms around me, please? Come back to me. I know you'll come back soon but I really want you now. I know I'm being selfish and I don't know what you're thinking if you do read this but baby, I love you. And those words don't come out easily. Whenever I'm about to online, I get so excited because I know you're gonna be there. But I can't have those butterflies anymore. I want you to shower me with kisses. I want you to handle me with care and gentleness, my love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't be in denial anymore. It's a fact: It's not the same anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-2421010148967315615?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/2421010148967315615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=2421010148967315615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/2421010148967315615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/2421010148967315615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2010/03/baby.html' title=''/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-1079547327770578288</id><published>2010-01-14T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T23:46:49.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Before I go blabering about what I wanted to blaber about, I just wanna say that school has been screwing my head a lil too tight on my neck and eventually, I'll need a break. Okay, I'm not sure if you get it but I do. :D Anyway, so that's why I haven't been blogging. Sorry.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last time, when I ask people, "Why don't you date him?" they'll go all, "cos I'm confused!" and I'll roll my eyes and go, "C'mon! How confuse can you get? You like him, he likes you." But now, boy did I mistreat that word. I'm exactly like that now. *slips role over my neck and jumps* He looks exactly like HIM! And I have no effin clue why am I still attached to this DUDE! But, I don't know. There's 2 main guys, and I don't know whether to let go or pick one. All there is going on between us is eye-to-eye looks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's try another week or so and see how it goes. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-1079547327770578288?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/1079547327770578288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=1079547327770578288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/1079547327770578288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/1079547327770578288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2010/01/before-i-go-blabering-about-what-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-5937373829335499567</id><published>2009-12-13T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T19:42:19.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live to the fullest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SyWzMZOvCrI/AAAAAAAABTk/_4MDMWqdJ9Q/s1600-h/IMG_2123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SyWzMZOvCrI/AAAAAAAABTk/_4MDMWqdJ9Q/s320/IMG_2123.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414931152495381170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SyWzLK9_reI/AAAAAAAABTU/TWsqHbPxqwE/s320/one+life.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 86px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414931131487202786" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SyWzLzpD8BI/AAAAAAAABTc/HmT3gFjjJ_8/s1600-h/IMG_2117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SyWzLzpD8BI/AAAAAAAABTc/HmT3gFjjJ_8/s320/IMG_2117.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414931142405255186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost the end of my hols and I've been to Parkson with my friends &lt;u&gt;once&lt;/u&gt;. Interesting. Haha. The rest was with either my mum or my lil cuzzies. So, I went with Jac last Saturday and we came across this exhibition thing, One Life. Honestly speaking, it didn't really touch me cos I don't really know how to react towards HIV/AIDS people? You may go all, O: HOW COULD YOU?! But I'm being honest. I have no reaction towards going green and especially human/animal trafficking. So anyway, I bought a tee which can be considered too small? But they didn't have my size! And I still bought it to support them! xD haha. Well, it's like this, they(volunteers) set up like scenes? Of these victims of HIV. They gave you MP3 players to listen to and it gives instructions and stuff. They had 3 stories of different people. I was a Indian girl, Jothi. Her parents both had HIV and soon after her mum passed away first. So it was her, her youngest sis and youngest bro and her dad. Then eventually, her dad died too after 2 years. Her grandma, uncle and aunt came to take care of them but her uncle and aunt are like, always quarreling cos they had to take care of something that isn't theirs or something like that. So Jothi had to care for her brother and sis too, you know. She had to go to those roads where all those big industrial vehicle pass by? And they honk at her and leers at her. She was afraid, of course but she did it for her siblings anyway. Soon, they found out her lil sis had HIV too and soon fell sick. Her grandma was the one like, watching her 24/7. And of course, her lil bro had HIV too but hasn't start getting sick yet. So, Jothi couldn't bare not knowing whether she had HIV or not. So she went to check-up. Then the MP3 like, told me to walk through the curtain and I'll come to a clinic and I had to wait for my turn. And in reality, there were people(as in people who came to watch and witness this) waiting there. So when it was my turn, I walked to the counter and placed my hand on the counter cos the MP3 told me to? And the lady in the counter 'chopped' as in like, you know when kids do a good deed in school the teacher gives them a 'chop'? Yea, that. And it indicated that Jothi/I was HIV negative. So luckily Jothi survived. But her family didn't.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sad ain't it? Hmm. They had this Wall Of Hope and Reflection which was really cool. And we could like, take a piece of paper and write what we hope for these people. Jac went in too and she had a different story, of course. Her's was some guy named John(hehs. &lt;i&gt;John&lt;/i&gt;.) and he was a HIV positive? So her 'chop' was a positive. Anyway, Lester and Kayii went too. He asked me to cut into this place but I was eating so I couldn't go in. :| O well, but I did went in afterwards. So after my day at Parkson, I went to work and went home and like, used a red marker to darken my 'chopped' mark and cam whored. HAHA. xD The guys who worked at Maxim thought it was a tattoo. WTF. Have you ever seen a &lt;u&gt;RED&lt;/u&gt; tattoo? And hello, do you have any idea how old I am? Probably not. *shrugs* It's fading anyway. So I'm gonna post some pics up and I'm gonna have my brunch. I haven't had my breakfast, please. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toodie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-5937373829335499567?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/5937373829335499567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=5937373829335499567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/5937373829335499567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/5937373829335499567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/12/live-to-fullest.html' title='Live to the fullest'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SyWzMZOvCrI/AAAAAAAABTk/_4MDMWqdJ9Q/s72-c/IMG_2123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-885671284891441896</id><published>2009-12-10T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T18:21:34.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm, I'm starting to get excited for Christmas. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Just cos I get to wear my lovely outfits.&lt;/span&gt; Heh. Besides that, I'm sorta excited that I'm going back to school? Cos I get to meet my friends again and like, be retarded. Haha. But what I'm sooo not looking forward is exams. Right after CNY we'll have our first exam and also, I'll be having my PMR. :X O well, I hope it'll be a good year.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although people around me have been saying it but wow, time really can past. Like, it felt like just yesterday I was still in Primary school and in another 2 more years I'll be a senior in my current school. Dayyyuumm. Yes, I'm very looking forward to be a senior. haha. And &lt;u&gt;maybe&lt;/u&gt;, in another 3 years I'll be fulfilling my dream of dancing... Not in Miri! :D &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;That is if my dad would allow.&lt;/span&gt; And also, travelling around the world with my friends. I seriously envy my cousin when we bumped into each other in the airport. During my KK trip by the way. He had this big group friends going to places and stuff and they were all laughing and talking in the plane.. *mumbles* O well, I'll have my chance, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm getting hungry. So I'm gonna whip myself something to munch on. Signing out... Now. Toodles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-885671284891441896?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/885671284891441896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=885671284891441896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/885671284891441896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/885671284891441896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/12/hmmm-im-starting-to-get-excited-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-5800712362530790572</id><published>2009-12-07T20:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T20:27:01.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, I just realized I forgot to mention that I lost my contacts too in KK. Haha. So I was practically wearing my specs most of the time. I didn't like it. ):&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I don't really have much to say except that. I'm actually online just because I wanna listen to Yahoo!LauchCast? Haha. I love it, indeedy. But my fav station's having some error so I'm listening to all the 2007 hits. *sticks tongue out in a 'man-this-sucks way* But some songs are alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't seen New Moon yet....... ): I wanna watch The Princess &amp;amp; The Frog! :) It looks cute and nice. The song in it by Ne-yo, something about needing you or something. I forgot the song title. It's not bad. Haha. Well duh. It's Ne-yo. Anyway, I think after this I'm gonna go back to Facebook for a bit then slack in front of the TV.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh. and&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BRUTHER!&lt;/span&gt; *head bang* He hasn't celebrated his birthday in a longggg time. This year was my FIRST year not celebrating mann. haha. O well. It's 12.25P.M now and he's still in bed. I think that's how he wanna celebrate it? Beats me. Anyway, I'll be going back to Sibu on Christmas Day! I'm not sure whether I'm going to the morning mass though. I hope I can. &lt;s&gt;Meaning sleepover!&lt;/s&gt; Teehee. :D We'll see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Signing out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-5800712362530790572?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/5800712362530790572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=5800712362530790572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/5800712362530790572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/5800712362530790572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-know-i-just-realized-i-forgot-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-8039330218078302026</id><published>2009-12-06T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T19:11:49.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He totally ruined my morning. Which part of 'Don't call me' do you not understand? I'm trying to sleep here, you moron. Don't mess with my sleep. Seriously. !@#$%&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YO! Peps! I am BACK. From my ever energy-sucking shopping trip! I seriously have no idea pulling the dollars out of your purse takes bits and pieces of your soul. I think I spent about 1.3K on clothes &lt;u&gt;ONLY&lt;/u&gt;. Dayyummm. O well, I don't think I'll be shopping for a LONG time. Maybe one more outfit for CNY? :D haha. I just gotta earn all that cash back but I really don't wanna see that !@#$% bastard. -.- So, let's just list what I've done, shall we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) It's so cool that they provide free transport to certain places! But I hate the bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) It took almost an hour just to get to the airport from my hotel. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) The shower in our room has a semi transparent wall. Like, you're watching TV and when you turn to your left, BOOM you can tell there's a naked body there showering. WTH But not in details that is. Harhar. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) There was a ballroom competition going there and obviously mum went, and I soooo wanna be those girls. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) It took me the whole night to tell him that me &amp;amp; him = impossible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) I learning how to eat that I-don't-know-what-do-you-call-it-snail-looking-seafood! It was good. *thumbs up*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) I bought a lot of things that I'm so lazy to name them all out. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) Obviously, I didn't get enough sleep but I can't sleep anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) I miss Mango and Apple. (they're at the Vet's. Boarding) ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) My aunt's place is DAMMMNNN BIG. They have a freaking sauna, jacuzzi, steam shower and a gym set.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11) My eldest KK cousin plays the guitar. My second eldest KK cousin plays the organ. My youngest KK cousin plays the drums. And they all have the instruments at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12) I am THISSS close to changing my phone number because of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13) We had free breakfast in the hotel! It was alright.... But the service sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14) My mum's friend, Aunty Jean Wong and Aunty Violet are seriously funny. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15) I'm hungry now......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16) I think my dad's sis, which is my aunt, loves taking pics. *nods*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17) We nearly got trapped in a Pasar Malam! D: Cos we parked at the place where they set up the pasar malam stuff and after looking at some stuff, we wanted to go back and when we went to the car, they were already setting the stuff up and we're like, O: WE'RE TRAPPED! But cos of my dad's awesome driving skills, we got out. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18) My mum said she doesn't like people who are always late but she's always late. Ironic?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19) If we take a plane to KK, it's only 45-50 minutes. If we drive, it's 8-10 hours. *no face expression for this*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20) I haven't watch NEW MOON!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I'm gonna go make myself a Milo. :D Toodles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-8039330218078302026?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/8039330218078302026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=8039330218078302026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/8039330218078302026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/8039330218078302026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/12/he-totally-ruined-my-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-835014476268413299</id><published>2009-12-02T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T17:40:27.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No rain?</title><content type='html'>Okay, there ain't no rain, wind. Just sun. Hot? It's alright? Bleh, what am I saying. -.-&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going to KK tomorrow! :D Have I packed? Not exactly. Harhar. Amazing ain't it? I'm always like, a week earlier or so. Wth. Okay, I'm gonna continue later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toodles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-835014476268413299?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/835014476268413299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=835014476268413299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/835014476268413299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/835014476268413299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-rain.html' title='No rain?'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-2957164665361613784</id><published>2009-12-01T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T18:49:33.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jingle those bells!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Wazzzaaappp!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;okay, lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, it's almost Christmas! :D I haven't got my outfit ready yet cos I'm gonna get in during my shopping trip to KK! Hope it's not pouring rain. Speaking of which, I need a Christmas too! I'll wear it to work on Christmas Eve! :D And if I'm going to work on Christmas then I'll wear it too! I'll wear to EVERYWHERE! Hehs. Actually I feel like going out now.. cos I've been staying at home for the whole week and it's starting to get to me. At first I was fine with it now, it's just annoying. So. I'm just gonna do/get this month!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Christmas hat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Of course, I needa Christmas outfit! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) hmm, OH! JEANS. I'm totally running out of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) I seriously gotta ask for his name. At least a name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Get a new notebook for 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) and... gotta do the dishes later. turtle-nuts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) okay, I'm out. And I'm not even at 10. the heck, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toodles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-2957164665361613784?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/2957164665361613784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=2957164665361613784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/2957164665361613784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/2957164665361613784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/12/jingle-those-bells.html' title='Jingle those bells!'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-3539937996320964489</id><published>2009-11-30T17:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T17:49:28.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He kept me awake.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SxR1rYRPE9I/AAAAAAAABTM/26qJLY2Vh04/s1600/IMG_2041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SxR1rYRPE9I/AAAAAAAABTM/26qJLY2Vh04/s320/IMG_2041.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410078440488375250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SxR1rLrZZaI/AAAAAAAABTE/7E_GYkLyMog/s1600/IMG_2048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SxR1rLrZZaI/AAAAAAAABTE/7E_GYkLyMog/s320/IMG_2048.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410078437108442530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SxR1qhz15rI/AAAAAAAABS8/LavPx8DB2HE/s1600/IMG_2054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SxR1qhz15rI/AAAAAAAABS8/LavPx8DB2HE/s320/IMG_2054.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410078425869575858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SxR1qCWrQ2I/AAAAAAAABS0/fQSskQ_1kkU/s1600/IMG_2059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SxR1qCWrQ2I/AAAAAAAABS0/fQSskQ_1kkU/s320/IMG_2059.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410078417425744738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SxR1p9pOjgI/AAAAAAAABSs/KpkM8uEsz3w/s1600/IMG_2064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SxR1p9pOjgI/AAAAAAAABSs/KpkM8uEsz3w/s320/IMG_2064.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410078416161377794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like people messing with my sleep. Especially my sleep. Hate it. Despise it. *spit on the ground* But 'cos of him, I slept at 12 last night. If I catch 1 zit popping out of my face, can I balas you? &lt;i&gt;As if I'll do it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For once in a very-long-time, I'll be uploading pics! Of me! :D Teehee. I cam-whored yesterday while waiting for the time to pass for my tuition and just sitting there doing nothing ain't good for my brain. So I post them up later. Anyway, once again. I have nothing to do today plus it's raining pretty heavy now but I'll be going to the gym latahh! Then tonight go to work. *grins really biggg* Harhars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. 2 more days to KK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.S. Am I suppose to be upset or happy? @.@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-3539937996320964489?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/3539937996320964489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=3539937996320964489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/3539937996320964489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/3539937996320964489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/11/he-kept-me-awake.html' title='He kept me awake.....'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SxR1rYRPE9I/AAAAAAAABTM/26qJLY2Vh04/s72-c/IMG_2041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-8804670384384961728</id><published>2009-11-29T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T18:36:30.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts = killing me</title><content type='html'>This is unbelievable! Crazy! Impossible! How can I... OMGGGGG!! I wanna keep changing my PM in Facebook, but. I don't really know what to say. WTH! Before I sleep, think of him, once I wake up, think of him. Sheeezooo laa! Need to forget. MUST! Meet him everyday or not, &lt;u&gt;MUST&lt;/u&gt; FORGET. HIMMM..... But, I wanna see him. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuck this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will be going to work late.. Only get to see him for.. 2 hours or so? WOIIIIIIIII. Although I'm suppose to forget him, meaning not seeing him.... I WANNA SEE HIM!! And I'll be going to KK this weekend and and, I have no clue whether to be happy or sad or WTF?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna cry so badly. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and I want him to be the one comforting me. WTF.&lt;/span&gt; Kill me. Please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-8804670384384961728?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/8804670384384961728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=8804670384384961728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/8804670384384961728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/8804670384384961728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/11/thoughts-killing-me.html' title='Thoughts = killing me'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-1392505120401700349</id><published>2009-11-25T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T18:18:07.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i656.photobucket.com/albums/uu284/cheerleader360_2009/new_moon.jpg" alt="new_moon.jpg new moon poster image by cheerleader360_2009" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHY ISN'T NEW MOON HERE YET?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Dakota Fanning in New Moon's hot. :D&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/7870357584542595814-1392505120401700349?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/1392505120401700349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=1392505120401700349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/1392505120401700349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/1392505120401700349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/11/why-isnt-new-moon-here-yet-p.html' title=''/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-3604879521838709277</id><published>2009-11-24T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T17:31:56.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No titling, please.</title><content type='html'>Oh, and I forgot to mention that my previous post was my 200th post! *double thumbs-up!* Hehs. Anyway, I just got a hair cut and I also 'died' my hair and of course, painted my nails! *shows my nails off* Harhar. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what! It's exactly 1 month till Christmas!! :D Yes, although it's still a long way but come on, that's the only occasion where we eat, dress up, cam-whore, and.. laugh? Wait, I do that on Chinese New Year too. Okay~ Forgot whatever I just said. Went to the gym with Lester yesterday and my lower part of my body is achiongg.. But bareable(Whatever the spelling is). The last time I went with him was pure torture okay! &lt;u&gt;PURE&lt;/u&gt;. And I've been working too. Earning cash, know? *nods* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of earning monehh, I'm going to KK for a shopping trip! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;For 2 days, please. &lt;/span&gt;I CAN'T WAIT! :D Alvynna said she might go too! *double :D* Also, my tuition/future school math teacher WAS gonna go too! *triple :D* But she had some complications so she couldn't go. Sad..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and. Jamie ain't a riamer no more. D: I don't really mind in a way. But the thought of her not being in school? It's gonna be like, weird... Wrong too. Like, it has always, &lt;b&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/b&gt; been Jamie and Chels. Now, it's just gonna be Chels. Just Chels. :O How wrong is that?! Tell me it's wrong,people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum's at some 'all-women-gathering-to-talk-about-the-Bible' group now and they're having breakfast at Maxim. Lol. We'll be going oout later. Wait, did I say that before? Ah, screw this. Aite, I'm gonna go Facebook now. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TOOBLES! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-3604879521838709277?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/3604879521838709277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=3604879521838709277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/3604879521838709277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/3604879521838709277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-titling-please.html' title='No titling, please.'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-1113943339909342753</id><published>2009-11-20T18:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T18:21:24.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He-ZAH! Finally I am done with my blog! Don't you just love it!? I've changed the skin for 3 times and finally... I found one which actually works! Thank you, Lord!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like my layout now.. haha. Shine you pearlies. CUTE! I found one with popsicles too but sadly it didn't turn out the way I expected it. Pffts. Anyway, HI-DI-HO, people of my blog! Forgive me for not updating in a long run. I've been busy(yeah, right). Today's the first day of our "summer" holiday! WOOO! Bring out the pin-ya-tahs(however you spell that). Haha. I don't really have any exact 'gonna happen' plan yet... Besides work and tuition. I'm planning a picnic to celebrate one of my babe's farewell. *sniffles* It's sad to see someone go like that. O well! I hope it works out anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since there ain't no more school, goodbye, Mr. Six. Goodbye, Mr. Piasau hottie. Goodbye, Mr Hot. Goodbye, Mr.... Okay, I can't think of anymore Mr.s that are leaving. Haha. They're form 5 so next year they won't be in the school anymore. I'm gonna miss them. NOT. Teehee. Maybe I'll miss Mr. Hot. He's hot afterall. xP Ignore my kuu-kuuness. The milo I had is starting to get me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GUESS WHAT! I love Jazz! :O haha. I love this song I heard on the radio. Instead - Madeline Peyroux. It's so old-fashion and jazzy. Like, the 50s jazz or something. And yes, if you don't know me enough, I love the old times. The costumes, songs, culture, fashion(vintage!). LOVE 'EM! BD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-1113943339909342753?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/1113943339909342753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=1113943339909342753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/1113943339909342753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/1113943339909342753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/11/he-zah-finally-i-am-done-with-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-2639628818056731436</id><published>2009-11-05T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T23:28:54.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I see you everywhere.</title><content type='html'>Seriously.. I do see you everywhere. The time when I should avoid you, I see you. -.- Brings me back to the times talking to you on the phone. Damn you for this. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what's up with me. It's like, I'm pissed at everyone. I'm pissed at him for doing all that bullcrap to me. I'm angry at her for ignoring me. I'm angry at that guy who sits behind me for making so much pencil noises while writing on the table during the exam. I'm practically mad at everyone. Haih. Pre-PMS? lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, today's Alvynna's birthday!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BABE! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We'll celebrate for her tomorrow night cos tomorrow morning we'll still have exam. I seriously just wanna party tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ugh. Toodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-2639628818056731436?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/2639628818056731436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=2639628818056731436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/2639628818056731436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/2639628818056731436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-see-you-everywhere.html' title='I see you everywhere.'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-2053355834711460759</id><published>2009-10-29T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T02:41:19.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget the days you had with him.</title><content type='html'>I want to hate you so much right now. So damn badly. I want to spit those ugly words in your face. Right now. It's not funny and the sadness you filled me with before, was enough to bare with and now, you just filled me with pure anger. I wasted my breath telling you I love you, I wasted my time talking about how committed and devoted you are, I wasted that space in my heart for you.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; "&gt;I looked away&lt;br /&gt;then I looked back at you,&lt;br /&gt;You tried to say&lt;br /&gt;the things that you can't undo,&lt;br /&gt;If I had my way&lt;br /&gt;I'd never get over you,&lt;br /&gt;Today's the day&lt;br /&gt;I pray that we make it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make it through the fall,&lt;br /&gt;Make it through it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna fall to pieces&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna sit and stare at you.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna talk about it&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want a conversation&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna cry in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna talk about it&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one&lt;br /&gt;I'd be with till the end.&lt;br /&gt;When I come undone&lt;br /&gt;you bring me back again.&lt;br /&gt;Back under the stars,&lt;br /&gt;Back into your arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna fall to pieces&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna sit and stare at you.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna talk about it&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want a conversation&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna cry in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna talk about it&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know who you are,&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know where to start,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know what this means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know how you feel,&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know what is real.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know everything Everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fall to pieces&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna sit and stare at you.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna talk about it&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want a conversation&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna cry in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna fall to pieces&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna sit and stare at you.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna talk about it&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want a conversation&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna cry in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;and I don't wanna talk about it&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with you,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with you,&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with you.  -  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Fall To Pieces by Avril Lavigne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-2053355834711460759?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/2053355834711460759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=2053355834711460759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/2053355834711460759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/2053355834711460759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/10/forget-days-you-had-with-him.html' title='Forget the days you had with him.'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-4699858688066518199</id><published>2009-10-27T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T04:55:48.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't fully give you my love yet.</title><content type='html'>Okay, guess I didn't have to wait till the 200th post. haha. I'm not really sure what to feel now. Sure it's great that it happened but, will it be like before? I have no clue. And Pixie Alvynna's all, "Go out sooner the better" LOL. Right. I think this song really suits my status now. :D Fall into pieces- Avril Lavigne.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow we'll do some make-up presentation. Haha. Meaning I'll need to bring some make-up! YAY~ actually, I'm not really happy about it cos I gotta show people my precious colourful cosmetics. haha. And I'm sure Nette will stick her finger in it like a tester. :\ Anyway, I gotta go shower and call Jamie. A lil one-on-one talk. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Friday there'll be a dinner party. I'm TOTALLY EXCITED TO GO! Finally I can dress pretty! :D But, sadly, he won't be my date. T.T I forgive you though. :( Pictures will probably be uploaded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toodles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-4699858688066518199?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/4699858688066518199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=4699858688066518199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/4699858688066518199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/4699858688066518199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-cant-fully-give-you-my-love-yet.html' title='I can&apos;t fully give you my love yet.'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-8531494481149635893</id><published>2009-10-23T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T18:18:31.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance with your enemies.</title><content type='html'>Hey people. First of all firsts, I wanna apologize for not updating. But! I have a reason. This post will be my number 196 and I want the 200th post to be reserved for "US". So, I'm waiting. The other reason is that, somehow, whenever I visit my blog, the feeling of him hurting me returns. And I don't really enjoy that feeling. I don't know why. I think I'm obsessed with you. :O&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, there isn't much to say either. I'm gonna have this dinner party this 30th. And I'm super hyped! I asked him to go with me, but he can't. :( My outfit? Definitely planned! I think it's nice? But I'm not sure what shoes. Haha. We'll see. I hope there'll be hawt guys there. Cos I'll be going with Alvynna and her bf. Ain't hell I'm gonna be light bulb. Never ever again. Ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I gotta go. Going to church. On a Saturday? yea. Some briefing thingo for tomorrow. I'm still considering whether to join the choir or not. If I do, I'll be alone. If I don't... Well, no consequences? But it's better too but I don't wanna be alone! T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-8531494481149635893?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/8531494481149635893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=8531494481149635893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/8531494481149635893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/8531494481149635893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/10/dance-with-your-enemies.html' title='Dance with your enemies.'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-3956005207108100276</id><published>2009-10-02T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T18:39:42.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone in this bed,</title><content type='html'>Although I'm totally excited and a lil nervous about this Sunday, I just hope it'll be fun and not awkward. I don't know if I should wait for you after what you did to me but I have that feeling of wanting to wait. But, is it worth it? Will you just leave me after you had your fun? And I certainly hope you do not forget about this Sunday. After SPM said he. Really? You mean it?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I don't really have anything to say besides that. I actually blogged cos it has been ages and not that I have anything to say. So. yea. Anyway, going dancing later. As usual. Got a party to attend to later... Hope it'll be funnn! Gonna take lotssss of pics!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll blog about it someday. Or perhaps not. We'll see. Toodles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-3956005207108100276?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/3956005207108100276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=3956005207108100276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/3956005207108100276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/3956005207108100276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/10/alone-in-this-bed.html' title='Alone in this bed,'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-3658041433103655901</id><published>2009-09-22T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T21:37:49.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget about me 'cos I love You.</title><content type='html'>Praise the Lord for bringing, the one and only, Father Stan Fortuna to Miri once more! I feel so free now. No longer in closed cage. You have provided me everything and I haven't bother to appreciate and treasure them. But you still forgave me. Thank you. Even a 'thank you' can't express how much I want to thank you. I fell and you helped me up again and again. I shall praise you forever and always.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What Father Stan has totally awaken and opened my eyes to the truth. And that, have set me free at last. I never thought of that hole in my heart until the healing service on Monday night. Deep, deep within me, my soul was like, crying out for Him. Wanting, thirsting for Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't always talk about our Saviour but I don't know. I just have that eagerness to tell everyone about Him. About His works. About how He gave me freedom. It was an awesome weekend. Right now, I don't need anything. I haven't replied anyone's messages and that's hard for me to ignore but, yea. I can just sit here, all day. Listening to His songs. I always they were boring and awfully long but then again. I love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the 8th of November, we, children of God, batch of 1995 or earlier (haha. what a way to put it), will have our pre-confirmation talk and I am definitely, totally, outrageously, excited. I can't wait for other Praise and Worship. I can't wait for another of His words. But I know there'll be another camp and I'm not so excited about showering there. Haha. Been through it, ain't going back. But I'll try to get pass it and do it for our Lord. Amen to that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took quite a number of pictures so if you wanna check it out, head to my links on your left, and look for "My Facebook". Do add me if you haven't. I'm open for anyone who wants to be friends. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PRAISE THE LORD, PEOPLE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-3658041433103655901?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/3658041433103655901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=3658041433103655901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/3658041433103655901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/3658041433103655901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/09/forget-about-me-cos-i-love-you.html' title='Forget about me &apos;cos I love You.'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-6535947758276389240</id><published>2009-09-17T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T05:22:29.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a rough week and I really don't want to think back. All I want to say is that, he hurted me in a non-hatred way but I still want him back. Him being "The Flirt" doesn't bother me somehow rather but that love I feel for him, words can never describe.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow's Chels' birthday! Well, its suppose to be on the Saturday but I guess we're celebrating it a day before? But anyway, I'm pretty.. err, excited? But but. Jamie said I need a date to go with! AND I DON'T! OMGOMGOMG. WHHHHYYY?! and she's going all "solo yo~" oh puh-lease! Even my msn PM says, "who wants to date me tomorrow please nudge me." That is so low man. Anyway, tomorrow I'll do her dedication post. Since I'm gonna get a pic of her. Teehee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, there isn't much to say now. I'm just gonna go shower, do some of my own girly stuff, then probably sleep. Hmm. I ought to check my Friendster, yes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toodles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-6535947758276389240?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/6535947758276389240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=6535947758276389240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/6535947758276389240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/6535947758276389240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-been-rough-week-and-i-really-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-472633152257928260</id><published>2009-09-10T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T06:13:07.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't start the fire, deary.</title><content type='html'>HIDIHO! Peeplings of my blog! It this righteous or what?! I'm blogging! Wtf, ignore that. I'm pretty bored so yea.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow it'll be a school day, pffts. And I'll have English test and if we don't get 35 and above over 40. Each question 10 times correction. DD: I rather run the track, honestly. O well, Check out this vid. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Lb_sfdylkw It's so silly! I love this dude man. I don't really have a purpose of blogging except that I can feel my life falling into place. :) Thanks to Jamie, Lester, Chels, my lil Darlings in school. They've kept me away from that hideous thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just love the song : If a song could get me you - Marit Larsen. LOVE IT! The vid's totally cute I tell 'ya. I've started aerobics and I hope that'll slim me down. Yes, I feel big thanks to my 'everyday-ice-cream' during the hols. So yea. It's also to tone the flabs and spare tyres off before I go back to ballroom dancing! Indeedy people! I miss my dancing so much man. So I decided to go back and quit my piano. Since I could jsut learn on my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for everything that you've given me. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-472633152257928260?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/472633152257928260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=472633152257928260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/472633152257928260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/472633152257928260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/09/dont-start-fire-deary.html' title='Don&apos;t start the fire, deary.'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-8281438352141970414</id><published>2009-09-05T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T19:00:44.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pic's from previous post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SqMXKIM9UkI/AAAAAAAABSc/HVpeqCApNpA/s1600-h/DSC01188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SqMXKIM9UkI/AAAAAAAABSc/HVpeqCApNpA/s320/DSC01188.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378167842778468930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SqMXJg6sKKI/AAAAAAAABSU/hkkOeztj81k/s1600-h/DSC01187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SqMXJg6sKKI/AAAAAAAABSU/hkkOeztj81k/s320/DSC01187.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378167832232863906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SqMXJHwywvI/AAAAAAAABSM/vo0UBh8vXVw/s1600-h/DSC01185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SqMXJHwywvI/AAAAAAAABSM/vo0UBh8vXVw/s320/DSC01185.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378167825480467186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SqMXIjBUI3I/AAAAAAAABSE/gRasgxwxtDI/s1600-h/DSC01184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SqMXIjBUI3I/AAAAAAAABSE/gRasgxwxtDI/s320/DSC01184.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378167815617651570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s the pics from Jamie's house are accidently deleted. So only pics from Park City. Sorry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-8281438352141970414?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/8281438352141970414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=8281438352141970414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/8281438352141970414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/8281438352141970414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/09/pics-from-previous-post.html' title='Pic&apos;s from previous post.'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SqMXKIM9UkI/AAAAAAAABSc/HVpeqCApNpA/s72-c/DSC01188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-1875152263733206734</id><published>2009-09-05T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T18:54:11.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Even though you can't hear me, I'll always tell you how much you mean to me.</title><content type='html'>Hidhiho people reading this now! Today's a &lt;s&gt;super bright&lt;/s&gt; rather moody sunday. The sky's all gray. Anyway, I wanna blog about yesterday! Yesterday was a Saturday and I planned to get some groceries from the wet market with mummy (cos I don't drive) and it was awkward cos usually I FOLLOW my mum to go shopping but yesterday was more to my mum FOLLOWING ME. So yea. But she was a big help. :) Thanks, mummykins! Anyway, so I got up early, went to get dress, shop shop, went to dancing and Jamie didn't come again. AGAIN, JAMIE! You didn't turn up last week either. Anyway, then Jamie or Chels, don't know which one, planned to have a movie marathon (although we watched one movie only) at Jamie's place. It shouldn't be called Movie Marathon.. It should be Food Marathon cos we kept eating and eating. &lt;s&gt;Especially Chels. No offence.&lt;/s&gt; O well, some guys were there too. Andy(I forgot wat was his nick name), Nadzir(monkey), Azrai(Godzilla). So yea. We watched Exorcist : the Beginning and seriously. It's rather silly at the end. Like, her actions, her voice. So freaky. Anyway, then we played Twister, Wii, a moment of roller blading. After everyone left, Chels was all, "I fee like going swimming~" This is the convo...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chels : I feel like going swimming~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emma : ME TOO! wanna?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chels : YESH! Jamie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jamie : *texting texting* ha? oh, wo sui bian. Ask my mum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emma : EIEIIIIIII!! (aunty in chinese) eieieieieiei!! *runs to kitchen with Chels tagging along*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jamie's mum : juo si me? (wat?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emma : eiei~ we wanna go swimming at Park City can Hong Bing(childhood name) come?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jamie's mum : Park City ar? Sui zai?(who send)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emma : Chels' mum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jamie's mum : um... sui bian ni men la. (up to y'll)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emma : *turns to Chels with BD* YAYAYAYAY! *runs back to living room* JAMIIIEE! GO GET DRESS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jamie : okay okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emma : *continues to jump around in joy* (I wasn't really aware of what Chels was doing so yea)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we went to Park City Everly for a lil swim. There was some complications, but we got through and swam for 45 minutes? Then we headed to the showers. Had the Buffet. Like seriously, RM 48 for adult right. And we're all considered adults right. Then the food's like, curry curry curry, rendag rendang rendang. -.- But there was OSYTERS! omg. but it wasn't really THAT nice cos it has that fishy smell. blek. I only had 2. Then right. While we were swimming Chels started talking about the Exorcist again and I started for freak out. Like seriously. I was telling Jamie and Chels to shut up about it. Then on the way home, they talked about it again. When Jamie reached her place, she was all "I don't wanna go down" lol. But of cos she did la. Then it was my turn and Chels went all, "Do you need me to-" Me : "no its fine. Thanks, aunty &amp;amp; chels." I'm not really sure what she wanted to say but I didn't wanna stay outside so yea. I admit. I'ma wuss! T.T Anyway, then I really freaked out at home cos I was alone. Then luckily Mr. Mysterious accompanied me with texting and I turned on the TV and turned on the lights in the PC room although no one's in that room. Haha. Anyway, then I called mum to ask if she's coming home soon. And when I told her why I asked, she was "watch more la." -.- how encouraging. Anyway, the rest of the night wasn't that scary anymore. So yea. I had a nice time. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post's too long so I'm gonna upload the pics on another post. TOODLES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-1875152263733206734?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/1875152263733206734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=1875152263733206734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/1875152263733206734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/1875152263733206734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/09/even-though-you-cant-hear-me-ill-always.html' title='Even though you can&apos;t hear me, I&apos;ll always tell you how much you mean to me.'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-5395732432103948810</id><published>2009-08-31T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T01:36:43.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pic bomb. 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(fyi, I&apos;m really lazy to arrange the pics so watev)'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SpuLK5vdK6I/AAAAAAAABR8/-JPTNjqI4u8/s72-c/IMG_1040_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-6614752693151899234</id><published>2009-08-25T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T20:22:37.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just a big bubble that've burst.</title><content type='html'>It feels weird going back to school during the holidays for extra math tuition. Hmm. The last time I went back to school during holidays was Gawai. Haha. I had a blast then. We were practicing for my concert's dance and we like, had breakfast in school (cup noodles please) then we were like, using buses to go to the tailor and whatnot. Hilarious. Haha. Anyway, it was alright I guess. I wasn't exactly in the mood to study 'cos I was pretty excited to go out with the guys. I'll get to that in a moment. Anyway, I didn't get to take any extra pics cos I was late. So yea. After tuition, we (Nette, Alvy, and me) went to RIT to have lunch. Well, me and Alvy ate. Then waited for Mummy-kins to pick us up to go to Parkson!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a while since I went out with guys. Usually its just me, Chels and Jamie. So I was, I admit, excited. Anyway, we watched G.I Joe. Love it indeedy. Then went to Sushi King cos Alden was hungry (I've seen sexier sushi-s btw xP). Then went SHOE SHOPPING! haha. Larry was all, "Oh no." HAHAHA! Funneh. Anyway, after all that, &lt;s&gt;saw Him. EEKs&lt;/s&gt; they all went home... Jac came, talked and ate ice-cream. Then went to Siamese's to have dinner. Invited Chels too! Me and Jac actually walked there. haha. We had lots of yummeh food indeedy. :D Took pics too. :) Maybe gonna upload them. Then we walked to Imperial Mall, it was the same as walking to Boul the other day except I was the one freaking out and laughing like a drunk. Haha. Anyway, more walking, window shopping. Then home. I was pretty tired then. And now I'm so lazy to upload pics. Meh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promise I'll upload later. PINKY PROMISE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-6614752693151899234?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/6614752693151899234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=6614752693151899234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/6614752693151899234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/6614752693151899234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-just-big-bubble-thatve-burst.html' title='It&apos;s just a big bubble that&apos;ve burst.'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-5233583705031979088</id><published>2009-08-16T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T05:13:29.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I couldn't remember the last time I actually really had fun but last night with Jamie and Chels, was awesome! Mummy isn't in town so we went to Sha Bu Sha Bu to have dinner. It was suppose to be me, brother and Jamie but brother totally ditched us so we invited Chels. I actually drank Sake! O: It tasted like normal wine. lol. No biggie. We were talking about getting drunk and walking home and like, stumble on to each other and laughing drunkenly. Haha. And guess what! We weren't drunk but when we wanted to cross the road to go Boulevard, we were laughing and holding on to each other like a bunch of drunken babes. HAHA! It was really funny. And to make things even more funny, Jamie started freaking out when we were passing by the shop houses and she was all grabbing my arm and Chels' arm and saying all, "Don't let go of me!!" when SHE's the one holding on to us(we didn't even touch her). So yea. It was really funny. And she was all getting paranoid and stuff. I'm sorry Jamie for making fun of you like this but seriously last night was hilarious. *wipes laughing tears off* I bought a white strappy wedges(thanks to Jamie and Chels' comments :D) and a bronze nail polish! I love it. I can use them for the Appreciation dinner! *claps excitedly* I also bought 2 shoe laces-looking thingo, well, it isn't for shoes? It's like, just a coloured-string that you can make it into a bracelet or anklet. So I bought a dark purple and a dark red one! I wanna make an anklet. But I need a rubber black one. Hmm. So yea. Jamie and Chels bought some too. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was truely a fun day. You can go to Chels' blog to check out the pics. Jamie hasn't upload them yet. So yea. I'll try to go over to her place soon to upload pics since my pc won't show me the pics I wanna see. Hmp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There're a few things I really wanna say, but I don't want ANYONE to know about it, including myself. Cos I think I'm just being stubborn and refuse to go with the flow, but what the heck right? I think its better this way. :D I think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-5233583705031979088?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/5233583705031979088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=5233583705031979088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/5233583705031979088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/5233583705031979088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-couldnt-remember-last-time-i-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-915846885235644694</id><published>2009-08-14T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T03:50:12.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In a long time, well, it felt long anyway. I think life's going perfectly. It isn't perfect PERFECT but at least I have friends, I'm no longer depressed, I feel great helping out an old friend without any special connections between him &amp;amp; I and.. Yea, things really is fine now. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would really love to post some pictures in here but unfortunately, the pics I took in my phone wont appear in the pc so I can't post it. Sorray! I know. My blog's awfully boring. I'm not really in the mood to blog nor renovate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm drowing in Math homework. Save me...... I need the, as Cass named her, the Referee, Ms Lai. Lol. She's my saviour in school work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm in a middle of crisis now so TOODLES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-915846885235644694?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/915846885235644694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=915846885235644694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/915846885235644694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/915846885235644694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-long-time-well-it-felt-long-anyway.html' title=''/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-3348603553810516953</id><published>2009-08-10T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T03:27:38.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Head; I move on. Tail; I wait for you.</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow's my piano exam. *breathes in a paper bag* I hope I don't fail.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watery eyes, lumpy thoart, groggy voice, toilet issues, running nose = symptoms of allergy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I. am. allergic. to. &lt;u&gt;PRAWNS.&lt;/u&gt; Beautiful.. Sweet.. prawns.. I LIKE PRAWNS, DAMNIT! !@#$%^&amp;amp;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School's been alright. Been a lil awkward but it's cool. Seems like someone has moved on. After one day. Interesting. I can't wait for our school's Appreciation dinner for the concert! I have to prefect dress and I so hope, that it'll blow his mind and make him bow down to me and ask for forgiveness! Okay, ignore that. Just blabbering things. Lalala. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got nothing to say. So toodles. xP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-3348603553810516953?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/3348603553810516953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=3348603553810516953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/3348603553810516953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/3348603553810516953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/08/head-i-move-on-tail-i-wait-for-you.html' title='Head; I move on. Tail; I wait for you.'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-1850125092886378497</id><published>2009-08-06T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T03:59:06.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Lester. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;1. Besides your lips, where is the favourite spot to get kissed?&lt;br /&gt;♥ I've only been kissed on my cheek and lips before. But I don't favor cheek kiss. So I dunno. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.How did you feel when you woke up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;♥ Confused?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Who was the last person/people you took a photo with?&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/" style="color: rgb(153, 170, 221); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Myself. haha. was cam whoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Would you consider yourself spoiled?&lt;br /&gt;♥ no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Will you ever donate blood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/" style="color: rgb(153, 170, 221); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;♥ wanted to. but I'm still under age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;♥ yea. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Do you want someone to be dead?&lt;br /&gt;♥ No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.What does your last text message say ?&lt;br /&gt;♥ Erm, "going to school?" lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.What are you thinking right now?&lt;br /&gt;♥ The reason why I was confuse this morning. Who's this Kendrick dude that Lester said me &amp;amp; him would be awesome together. What will happen between me &amp;amp; my man. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you want someone to be with you now?&lt;br /&gt;♥ Y-E-S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.What was the time you went to bed last night?&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/" style="color: rgb(153, 170, 221); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ err. before 9? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Where did you buy the tee you are wearing now?&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/" style="color: rgb(153, 170, 221); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Parkson I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Is someone on your mind right now?&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/" style="color: rgb(153, 170, 221); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Mr hots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. 10 CREATURES to do this quiz .THIS IS an ORDER !&lt;br /&gt;1. Jamie&lt;br /&gt;2. Chels&lt;br /&gt;3. Jac&lt;br /&gt;4. Lester(although you've done it)&lt;br /&gt;5. Joanna&lt;br /&gt;6. Abel&lt;br /&gt;7. Keddy&lt;br /&gt;8. I&lt;br /&gt;9. dun&lt;br /&gt;10. know anyone else. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who is no.2 having a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;♥ No but she has the hots for some ahem. *wiggle brows*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Is no. 3 a male or a female?&lt;br /&gt;♥ Female. haha,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If no.7 and no.1 get together, would it be good?&lt;br /&gt;♥ EEKS! NOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What is no.1 studying about?&lt;br /&gt;♥ Form 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.when was the last time you chatted &lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/" style="color: rgb(153, 170, 221); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with them ?&lt;br /&gt;♥ some of them, long ago. some just recently. and some just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Is no. 4 single?&lt;br /&gt;♥ HAHA, yyyeeeeaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Say something about no.2?&lt;br /&gt;♥ One word. Aaawwweeesssoooommmeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.What do you think about no. 2 and no. 6 being together?&lt;br /&gt;♥ HAHA! cute. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Describe no.9.&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/" style="color: rgb(153, 170, 221); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Dun? Haha. he's my imaginary friend. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What will you do if no.6 and no.7 fight?&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/" style="color: rgb(153, 170, 221); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ They dun even know each other. I bet they're gonna go. "hey.. err, u wanna fight?" "err. okay i guess?" LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you like no.8?&lt;br /&gt;♥ I? that's me! and yes I adore her to the core. xP&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/7870357584542595814-1850125092886378497?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/1850125092886378497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=1850125092886378497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/1850125092886378497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/1850125092886378497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/08/tagged-by-lester.html' title='Tagged by Lester. :)'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-1740714181505230166</id><published>2009-08-01T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T17:44:47.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Depression is totally not an option for me.</title><content type='html'>Shit. I hate feeling depressed. Now that I think I got worse, I can't even be home alone. I'm not emo by the way. I don't cut myself and whatnot. Okay, let's not talk about something that's saddening, shall we? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;once again&lt;/span&gt;, WORLD. Sorry for not blogging. I'm always distracted by Facebook. Teehee. Anyway, I got my test results back and it was an excellent! For me, that is. 'Cos, y'see, I wasn't in class when my classmates were doing they're revision and whatnot cos I was in Dewan Suara &lt;s&gt;watching him jam&lt;/s&gt; practicing my dance, y'know? &lt;s&gt;He was hot.&lt;/s&gt; I put every single effort in that dance. Haih. xD Other than that... OH! Do you know.. that not carrying a hand bag when you go out, is a killer?! Gosh. It was like this, I went to Parkson last Friday with Mummy-kins after my piano class. &lt;s&gt;I went to shop for pretty bras and panties.&lt;/s&gt; And, I didn't have my hand bag. I only had my phone with me. And I had to borrow Mummy's bag to hide my awkwardness. Lol. I got so used of carrying my bag that I now know.. That whenever I got out, I &lt;u&gt;NEED&lt;/u&gt; my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piano exam : 11 August 2009. Time : 4.10 P.M  Venue : A-Major Pro.&lt;br /&gt;*grabs a paper bag and starts panting loudly in it* I am SOOOOOOOOOO nervous for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this, mini icon that looks like, you know in Monopoly, you need like, a character to represent you right? Like, a hat or a car or whatev? Yea, that. I think that mini icon in front of me looks like, a be-headed Mickey Mouse. O.O Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to church later. I can't wait actually. And I'm suppose to be at my Faith Quiz now but I totally forgot 'cos I seriously don't remember about anything this week. Seriously. I'm positively sure that there is no Faith Quiz today! *phone rings*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*unknown number*&lt;br /&gt;Emma : eh, Hello?&lt;br /&gt;Georgiana : Emma? You coming to Faith Quiz?&lt;br /&gt;Emma : *becomes stoned* W-what? Faith Quiz? Got meh? I no car bo. *shit girl, you just lied*&lt;br /&gt;Georgiana : ha... oh. okay lo. Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... I still think there isn't any Faith Quiz. Hmp! *cross arms and looks away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I hope there'll be improvement between us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-1740714181505230166?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/1740714181505230166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=1740714181505230166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/1740714181505230166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/1740714181505230166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/08/depression-is-totally-not-option-for-me.html' title='Depression is totally not an option for me.'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-1833231974558361439</id><published>2009-07-24T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T01:45:38.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>可不可以爱我 ？</title><content type='html'>I hope I could take your picture while you sleep,&lt;div&gt;I hope I could dress you up like a girl,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you could suprise me with what you boys do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you could mess with my things and get me mad at you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope we could share an ice cream,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope we could just be together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Yea, I rather hope than wish. If only you saw this, my-oh-my will I be happy. If you actually did something. Lol. It's hard for me just to watch you walk by without a smile playing on your lips let alone a 'hi' drifting out of your mouth. Gah. It's a total bullpoop to just wait for YOU to make a move. I just need to know the answer to my question above.&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/7870357584542595814-1833231974558361439?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/1833231974558361439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=1833231974558361439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/1833231974558361439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/1833231974558361439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='可不可以爱我 ？'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-6350415076910468733</id><published>2009-07-18T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T06:10:33.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pour down like rain,</title><content type='html'>We got blue toilet papers.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND. We also have blue-watered toilets and blue mouthwash and I got a blue cup and a blue bag and a blue container for my face products and to top it of, I'm wearing BLUE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ignore that. That was just a random thing. I actually saw more blue stuff in the bathroom but I can't remember them so screw that... Anyway, this is my second post of the day, people. Well, actually I'm blogging 'cos of all that blue stuff. I don't really know what else to say. Hmm, for the sack of my readers, I shall.... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;THINK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*moment of silence*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I GOT IT. Do you know that if you sleep extra 2 hours everyday you eat less food? Which means, slimming! *gives fist punch* Haha. Okay, that was totally lame. OH! And do you know that I don't know how to use eye make ups? I think that's a total embrassment. :D Okay now I'm just crapping. Lalala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S : Tomorrow's Nana Andrea's birthday people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S : I need food now.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; TOODLES.&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/7870357584542595814-6350415076910468733?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/6350415076910468733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=6350415076910468733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/6350415076910468733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/6350415076910468733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/07/pour-down-like-rain.html' title='Pour down like rain,'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-1051760306785410145</id><published>2009-07-17T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T18:25:56.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the part where I hate most, thinking of a title.</title><content type='html'>No that's not exactly the title but that sentence was in my mind so whatev. Anyway! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HELLO, WORLD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am back. Sorray for not updating for so long. Been busy and sick. I've been sleeping for more than 10 hours almost for a week now. Haha. Wonder if it does anything to me. Went out yesterday with Chels and Jamie after my piano class. Bought isometric paper for my Modul 3, bought &lt;i&gt;mao pi&lt;/i&gt; for chinese class, walked around, went to look for white flats (my old one was destroyed &lt;-- mentioned in my previous posts) oh yea, went to get a hair cut.. Well, its more to a 'trim'. Teehee. Went to Secret Recipe to have a lil snack. I had this thingo called cornish and apple juice while Chels had fish &amp;amp; chips and watermelon juice and a lil bit of Jamie's iced lemon tea and a lil bit of my cornish. Jamie had iced lemon tea (obviously) and a lil of my cornish too. Anyway, I got so freaking tired yesterday that once I got home, sleep. Haha. Which was like, 8 something? xD We went to coffee bean too. Just to sit and wait for our rides home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now I gotta go cos I got dancing class... And I have dishes to wash, need to bring the doggies to potty... So &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;TOODLES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pics will be uploaded when I get back later. About 2 something?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-1051760306785410145?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/1051760306785410145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=1051760306785410145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/1051760306785410145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/1051760306785410145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-part-where-i-hate-most-thinking.html' title='This is the part where I hate most, thinking of a title.'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-7920601520568931787</id><published>2009-07-16T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T04:35:21.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I'm in love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The electric vibe that shock me alive when you walk pass,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The longing to talk to you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My wild mind imagining you by my side,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The heat I felt in my cheeks when my friend call your name when I'm around,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's funny 'cos... I can't act normally in front of you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all has to do with Y.O.U.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-7920601520568931787?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/7920601520568931787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=7920601520568931787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/7920601520568931787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/7920601520568931787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-think-im-in-love.html' title='I think I&apos;m in love.'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-8501535065039887259</id><published>2009-07-07T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T05:32:58.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Animals have rights too!</title><content type='html'>I was on the way home today and I had to use the police department's roundabout right. There was a slight traffic there and the most terrible thing just happened in front of my eyes. There was a Hilux in front of my car and suddenly a cat tried to cross the road. Instead, the lower part of its body got crushed and it quickly ran back into the bushes. I nearly yelled at my mum to stop the car but my mum said it was a goner.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so devastated and so in shock I kept repeating over and over, omg so kelian omg so kelian and on it went until I was home. I even grabbed Apple and told her that a kitty got ran over! Seriously. This is serious business! Cos that time, Apple ran out the house and she near got ran over by a car but didn't. More to half way? Anyway, mummy told me if she did, she's gone too. OMG! The poor kitty!! T.T I was so close to tears just watching that scene play over and over in my head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just researching on PETA (People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals) It's just so nice that THEY'RE doing things while &lt;s&gt;we&lt;/s&gt; I'm just sitting here, eating MEAT. I'm ashamed. *looks away I wonder if there's any animal shelther around in Miri. I would really, really love to visit one. Maybe donate too. O well. I ain't gonna post any pics of animal cruelty in case of some people feel disgusted, but I'll put up the link to PETA.com. =) Do you know, that even when you buy cosmetics it involves killing of animals too?! OMG. I have no idea about THAT! Cos when professors do experiments, they do it on animals, and if it's a failure then.. It's bye-bye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Link : &lt;a href="http://www.peta.org/"&gt;http://www.peta.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's also for kids too. Haha. But anyway, I think we should support this. That's my opinion. &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/7870357584542595814-8501535065039887259?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/8501535065039887259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=8501535065039887259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/8501535065039887259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/8501535065039887259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/07/animals-have-rights-too.html' title='Animals have rights too!'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-3457413030576402907</id><published>2009-07-03T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T16:56:10.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O-MY-FREAKING-GOSHABLES.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Fabiano Ricco flats..... That I bought with MY FREAKING OWN CASH.... is officially RUINEEEDDDDDDDDDD!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apple did it...... And man am I gonna kill that someone who let her go and didn't keep the shoes. I only wore it twice! And the second time was LAST NIGHT! MY BELOVEDSSS! OMG I had nooo intentions what so ever to blog and now! I just woke up and I'm already pissed off!! WHERE THE HELL AM I SUPPOSE TO GET ANOTHER SHOE?!?!?!?! Plus I'm broke now.... I had money then but not now! How am I suppose to go out without wearing girly shoes anymore?! How am I going to the appreciation dinner if my shoes got bitten by APPLE?!?!!? I'm losing my mind.. First, Mango bit my Adidas slippers (I'm still wearing it) AND NOW?! WHY MY FLATS?!?! Couldn't you chose my brother's shoe to chew on instead... I wanna ccrrrryyyyyyyy. My beloveedddd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-3457413030576402907?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/3457413030576402907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=3457413030576402907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/3457413030576402907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/3457413030576402907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-my-freaking-goshables.html' title=''/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-8515723365848215026</id><published>2009-06-26T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T05:04:42.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does it mean something?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; "&gt;I watched the proverbial sunrise&lt;br /&gt;Coming up over the Pacific&lt;br /&gt;And you might think I'm losing my mind&lt;br /&gt;But I will shy away from the specifics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't want you to know where I am&lt;br /&gt;Cause then you'll see my heart&lt;br /&gt;In the saddest state it's ever been&lt;br /&gt;This is no place to try and live my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop right there!&lt;br /&gt;That's exactly where I lost it&lt;br /&gt;See that line?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I never should've crossed it&lt;br /&gt;Stop right there!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I never should've said that&lt;br /&gt;It's the very moment that I wish that I could take back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the person I became&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that it took so long for me to change&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to be sure I never become that way again&lt;br /&gt;Cause who I am hates who I've been&lt;br /&gt;Who I am hates who I've been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to absolutely no one&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't keep to myself enough&lt;br /&gt;And the things bottled inside&lt;br /&gt;Had finally begun to create so much pressure&lt;br /&gt;That I'd soon blow up&lt;br /&gt;And I heard the reverberating footsteps&lt;br /&gt;Syncing up to the beating of my heart&lt;br /&gt;And I was positive that unless&lt;br /&gt;I got myself together&lt;br /&gt;I would watch me fall apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't let that happen again&lt;br /&gt;Cause then you'll see my heart&lt;br /&gt;In the saddest state it's ever been&lt;br /&gt;This is no place to try and live my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop right there&lt;br /&gt;That's exactly where I lost it&lt;br /&gt;See that line?&lt;br /&gt;I never should've crossed it&lt;br /&gt;Stop right there&lt;br /&gt;I never should've said that&lt;br /&gt;It's the very moment that I wish that I could take back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop right there!&lt;br /&gt;That's exactly where I lost it&lt;br /&gt;See that line?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I never should've crossed it&lt;br /&gt;Stop right there!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I never should've said that&lt;br /&gt;It's the very moment that I wish that I could take back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for (Sorry for) the person I became&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that (Sorry that) it took so long for me to change&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to (Ready to) be sure I never become that way again&lt;br /&gt;Cause who I am hates who I've been&lt;br /&gt;Who I am hates who I've been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who I am hates who I've been&lt;br /&gt;And who I am will take the second chance You gave me&lt;br /&gt;Who I am hates who I've been&lt;br /&gt;Cause who I've been only ever made me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sorry for (Sorry for) the person I became&lt;br /&gt;So sorry that (Sorry that) it took so long for me to change&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to (Ready to) be sure I never become that way again&lt;br /&gt;Cause who I am hates who I've been&lt;br /&gt;Who I am hates who I've been. - Relient K.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Thanks for introducing it to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-8515723365848215026?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/8515723365848215026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=8515723365848215026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/8515723365848215026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/8515723365848215026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/06/does-it-mean-something.html' title='Does it mean something?'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-5640005937813988177</id><published>2009-06-26T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T04:30:45.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clawing my way out of the grave?</title><content type='html'>What the hell is happening to me.... &lt;i&gt;Why you like him when he's so.. Ugh?&lt;/i&gt; Hello, if I knew I wouldn't be all, like this! Leave me alone. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Concert is on the way. In fact, it's tomorrow. Wth. Haha. I've been praticing for the whole freaking week and I'm so tired. Tomorrow's plan! Morning, ballet till 1P.M, to the salon, go home, shower, make-up, concert! THEN. haha. Go party with Jac and some other babes. MAYBE. I haven't asked Mummy-kins yet. And sleep over in Imperial Mall. Haha. Maybe we can like, swim in the middle of the night or something. Then gotta go home for church, maybe rest a lil' then get ready for concert again. Bleh. Should I even go partying? I'll die if I do. But it's once in a life time..... I might meet hunks... Omg, should I go? WTF. But I'm sorta broke... I know! I'll ask my side-kick.... JAMIE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I'll let you know how it went in my next post. I'm playing SuperPoke! Pets now. It's... pretty lame. But whatev. So nothing much to say, toodles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-5640005937813988177?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/5640005937813988177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=5640005937813988177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/5640005937813988177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/5640005937813988177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/06/clawing-my-way-out-of-grave.html' title='Clawing my way out of the grave?'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-3687818324188503931</id><published>2009-06-22T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T04:17:42.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I'll make a lil' magic under the moonlight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Sj9la-7wAdI/AAAAAAAABNY/P_zw7K1jgbM/s1600-h/DSC01856%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Sj9la-7wAdI/AAAAAAAABNY/P_zw7K1jgbM/s320/DSC01856%5B1%5D" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350106396584051154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nette and me during breakfast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Sj9laoRuRgI/AAAAAAAABNQ/Gw-uboDAdfQ/s1600-h/DSC00943%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Sj9laoRuRgI/AAAAAAAABNQ/Gw-uboDAdfQ/s320/DSC00943%5B1%5D" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350106390502196738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Xiao za bo enjoying the wind after work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Sj9laQpTcoI/AAAAAAAABNI/qSuy8QAm5Rk/s1600-h/DSC00940%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Sj9laQpTcoI/AAAAAAAABNI/qSuy8QAm5Rk/s320/DSC00940%5B1%5D" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350106384158651010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;During Gawai pratice in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Sj9laF_a5JI/AAAAAAAABNA/08993lZoXfo/s1600-h/DSC00934%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Sj9laF_a5JI/AAAAAAAABNA/08993lZoXfo/s320/DSC00934%5B1%5D" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350106381298623634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me, Stef and Jac at the Fun fair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Sj9lZw_WGgI/AAAAAAAABM4/94VrEO0RKLg/s1600-h/DSC00933%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Sj9lZw_WGgI/AAAAAAAABM4/94VrEO0RKLg/s320/DSC00933%5B1%5D" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350106375661165058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Going dinner at Sibu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Sj9iLrq5sKI/AAAAAAAABMY/Z0Gfix9c1Wc/s1600-h/DSC00926%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Sj9iLrq5sKI/AAAAAAAABMY/Z0Gfix9c1Wc/s320/DSC00926%5B1%5D" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350102835180187810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going dinner again in Sibu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Sj9iLXdM3iI/AAAAAAAABMQ/WWDLjleVbZ8/s1600-h/DSC00925%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Sj9iLXdM3iI/AAAAAAAABMQ/WWDLjleVbZ8/s320/DSC00925%5B1%5D" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350102829754015266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I would like to apologize for not updating for I don't know how long. So let's see what've you people missed... I went to this Charamastic camp with my cousin L.J. It's some family camp. Brother was suppose to go too but he wasn't feeling too well. It was fun. I met a few new friends, gain extra faith in God, grew fatter from all the food and.... yea. It was at Park City Everly. Sweet? Totally. What type of camp goes to a 4-star hotel right? Well, I don't know, this is my first time 'camping' in a hotel. Anyway, the Pastor was really, REALLY funny, I tell 'ya. Omg, the last night of the seminar I was laughing my head off. Lol. I absolutely can't wait for Father Stan's. Mummy said I could stay over night at the hotel. xD Anyway, I didn't get to sleep over with my cousin cos... well, let's just say I was all that comfortable. Plus the first night, I was devastatingly exhausted and I just wanted to sleep in my own bed. So yea.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was our first day rehearsaling at Dewan Suara for our up coming concert~~ We actually got in. Suprisingly. I don't know why is it suprising but whatev. It was been awfully tiring. Tomorrow I gotta go pick up our costume and mummy said we're not gonna pick it up until everyone pays. Wtf. O well, I'll pick it up in the afternoon then. This weekend's our concert by the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm. That's it actually. Wait, lemme check if I got pics to upload. I didn't take any pics during the camp. Sorray~ *checking* Oh! yea I do. To the pics! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-3687818324188503931?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/3687818324188503931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=3687818324188503931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/3687818324188503931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/3687818324188503931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/06/maybe-ill-make-lil-magic-under.html' title='Maybe I&apos;ll make a lil&apos; magic under the moonlight.'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Sj9la-7wAdI/AAAAAAAABNY/P_zw7K1jgbM/s72-c/DSC01856%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-1693832518964725410</id><published>2009-06-11T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T19:43:13.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When will I see your face again?</title><content type='html'>It's raining.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when the wind blows, it smells like pee (guess Apple pee-d somewhere outside the window)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It 10.38 A.M now, and I just woke up like, 15 minutes ago. Lol. It has been awhile since I slept that long. Everyone's out and I'm hungryy. *shruggs* You snooze, you lose. So whatev. Anyway, I made my own Facebook~ Teehee. It's been okay. The surveys are really random. From What's position are you in bed to What's your dinosaur name. Wth right? Haha. O well. OH YEA! I totally forgot I'm suppose to upload pics.... But I'm facebooking now so next time! Haha. xP Anyway, I'm gonna go play Pet Society now. Watever that is. Haha. Looks fun. Toodles.&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/7870357584542595814-1693832518964725410?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/1693832518964725410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=1693832518964725410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/1693832518964725410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/1693832518964725410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-will-i-see-your-face-again.html' title='When will I see your face again?'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-3048722210194377756</id><published>2009-06-10T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T23:42:31.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the endd.</title><content type='html'>Hi-di -ho people! It's been a while since I've blogged. Been busy and also the pc wouldn't work when I wanted to online. Anyway, this is how it acted. I went online at first right, then something was wrong and it was super laggy. So I decided to disconnect it then connect it again. When I wanted to connect it again, it gave me some stupid error. So I gave up after trying gazillion times then when my bro came back, of course, he went to the computer room. And he could online. -,-&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So! Lately I've been going a lot at night. When Embago, Fun fair, some illegal place (Teehee). I went with Chong, Stef, Richard and Jac. Jon and his friend, Sean came too. But at first I went to Jac's place to have dinner then Sean came to pick us up. It was fun! The fun fair especially. We rode on the swing-you-from-low-to-high-up-in-the-air, the Ferris wheel (it was indeed boring), and that turn-around-and-bounce thingo. There was a shuffler shuffling in the middle of that turn/bounce thingo. Haha. It's such an adrenaline-rush and go-high typo ride. That was last Saturday by the way. Then on Sunday I stayed at home like a goodie-two-shoes because the night before I got home at like, 12 A.M plus? Haha. Then on Tuesday, it was just me, Chong, Jac at first. Then Richard joined us. We were suppose to go Ice City? But didn't. Anyway, we went to Boulevard and some promoter freak grabbed me and started sapu-ing some cream on my hand and explaining how it works and shit. Like, wtf is THAT?! Eek much. And I guess he grabbed me cos I.. Have pimple problems. -.- Bastard. Luckily I didn't get any rash or such. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night Jac slept over my house in a sudden. And she's sitting beside me singing. xP Last few days I've been dancing and have been utterly exhausted. On Monday, I left the house at 7 something and we girls had a lil breakfast of our own in school. Haha. I brought Alvy and Cindy to the tailor and we ended up getting lost. LOL. It was our first time using a bus okay! We ended up at Boulevard and I called mummy to send us to the tailor. xP The second day, which was yesterday, I brought the rest of the girls to have their measurement. And I think all that weary walks are dislocating my ankle. Haha. Seriously, omg. I even got sunburnt! SUNBURNT! I don't get sunburns unless I'm training! Omg. O well. Bogus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pics will be uploaded in my next post if I've got nothing to say. Toodles and Good day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-3048722210194377756?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/3048722210194377756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=3048722210194377756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/3048722210194377756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/3048722210194377756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-endd.html' title='It&apos;s the endd.'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-6243762539416200241</id><published>2009-06-05T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T03:26:24.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me about it.</title><content type='html'>Is 2009 boring, or is it boring? Tell me it's boring.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently nothing happened, I'm not going out except for Ladies day-out this coming Sunday, Tuesday we're gonna bring Mango and Apple to the beach and go have family dinner. And that's it for my holiday. My dance practice doesn't count but I will be all exhausted and stuff. Anyway, I'm pretty lazy too. I was suppose to get my phone fixed today but I didn't cos, 1) The sun was barbecue-ing me, 2) Aunty May was the one who picked me up after my dancing class. Yes, it's a Friday and I had ballet replacement. Fyi, dance &lt;u&gt;practice&lt;/u&gt; and dance &lt;u&gt;class&lt;/u&gt; are two different thing. Practice = school concert dance. Class = my ballet. So yea. Just making things clear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since there isn't much going on, I have nothing to blog about. Sucks, right? Totally. This is like, talking to myself or something (lols). Let's see... Brother just got one of his molars out for bracing. So when he talks its like, "Wha??" x) Cos when my mum called to ask me to ask my bro whether he wants porridge or soup and rice right, I asked him and when we say porridge is &lt;i&gt;moi&lt;/i&gt;. I'm not sure if it's baby word or hokkien or whatev but he said &lt;i&gt;moi&lt;/i&gt; and I thought he asked why. And I said mummy wants to know la. And he was like, I shhedd &lt;i&gt;MOII&lt;/i&gt;. Lol. So yea. Okay, that was so lame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'll end here. Nothing to say. Bleh. Toodles. Gonna SDO. GG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-6243762539416200241?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/6243762539416200241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=6243762539416200241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/6243762539416200241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/6243762539416200241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/06/tell-me-about-it.html' title='Tell me about it.'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-1488764047046826623</id><published>2009-06-03T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T03:57:47.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I see you cry, it makes me smile.</title><content type='html'>Hey all! I are back from Sibu. It wasn't as fun as CNY but it was.. not bad. *does the 'ok ok la' hand gesture* Anyway, I'm gonna list down all the lessons I learned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson number :&lt;br /&gt;1) Without Aaron &amp;amp; Abel there = torture.&lt;br /&gt;2) I learned a few Foo Chow words! *cheers* He-Za! But I forgot. xD&lt;br /&gt;3) The clouds' shape I've seen on the way to Sibu, mostly they're all weird. But awesome!&lt;br /&gt;4) We went to feed fishes at some park and I now know, you should buy outside fish food instead of from the park. Cheaper, know?&lt;br /&gt;5) I learned... that I love Grandma's birthday cake! x]&lt;br /&gt;6) Grandad couldn't attend my auntie's performance which has dinner because his teeth are worn out so I had to replace him. And I had to dance too! xP It was okay, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;7) Met daddy's playmate? I forgot what was she to daddy but anyway, yea, playmate at my aunt's performance dinner. And also Aunty Wendy! She's nice... :)&lt;br /&gt;8) I realize, the dress I wore to the Jazz Festival-which I'm suppose to wear to Granny's birthday dinner... IT'S UGLLEEEHH.&lt;br /&gt;9) &lt;em&gt;Tutu&lt;/em&gt; fishes can live even without water! Shocking! :O&lt;br /&gt;10) I also learned that Daddy.. He's like an ah-long. The way he talks on the phone. So yea.&lt;br /&gt;11) Also, whenever someone asks me what my dad does.. I say, "A-Z plus plus". xD&lt;br /&gt;12) I've also decided my futucha! I'm gonna go learn a lil of hair styling, then I'm gonna go learn more dancing!&lt;br /&gt;13) Apollo cakes are awesome! *head banging gesture*&lt;br /&gt;14) ...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm out. Lol. I gotta go read my friends' blog. Maybe read manga too. *thumbs up* Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-1488764047046826623?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/1488764047046826623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=1488764047046826623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/1488764047046826623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/1488764047046826623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-i-see-you-cry-it-makes-me-smile.html' title='When I see you cry, it makes me smile.'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-6984069041687051017</id><published>2009-05-29T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T17:42:53.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's over babeh.</title><content type='html'>Okay, so my last post was about... make-up! right. and my previous PREVIOUS post was about my exam. And poof, it's already over. xP Yea, I barely got to go online. I wanted to last Tuesday. Since brother was in tuition. However, when I was skipping to the pc room, EEK! My brother was there. -.- So I didn't get to use it. Why I didn't just ask for it? Well, he's secretly using it, although mummy already knows he onlines during the weekdays but that's not the point. It's not my turn so I can't use it. My turn is on Saturday night and Sunday afternoon. That's it. Unless he's not home on Friday night or whenever on Saturday or Sunday, then I can use. *shrugg* It's just how we roll.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, yesterday. LAST DAY of CRAPPY EXAM! WOO. Geo and English PMR. Easy-peasey. Math? I'm totally ready to fail. Both of them. I hell don't even know how to do Math PMR when everyone said it was easy. Motherf*cker. UEC die chin chin. Science? *eyebrows goes up and down* It was easy for me. Haha. Both easy. BM I'm not really sure I can even get a 70. Haha. I only got that much when I was still in Grade/Primary 6 man. Do I suck or do I suck? Tell me I suck. Moving on, what else?? OH! History? Into the dumpster. Geo, maybe I have shot. MAYBE. KH probably I'll get a B. At most. And and.. English, aiya. Peanuts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow I'll be going to Sibu so I don't think I'll blog for another week. Lol. Sorry readers. I'll be gone until next Wednesday(3/5). So maybe I can blog on Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday. The second week, I'll be totally busy with dancing. 8 in the morning till 6 in the evening babeh. Die chin chin. But what to do. People are saying that the audition will be on the 17-19 of June. So we total up, 1 full week of practice. Plus, there's another dance I haven't exactly learned yet. Bleh. I call it, the cute dance. While Alvy's Sorry Sorry and Purple line. It's one dance. So I have 2 dances to do for this year's EXTRAVAGANZA concert. And yea I don't know how to spell that. But whatev. Tickets are on sell now and it'll be on the 27-28th of June. *chuckles* and you know what Dato said? "This year, our tickets are colourful~~ *shows us* See. Only OUR SCHOOL have colourful ticketssss...." IS FAME ALL YOU CARE ABOUT?! sicko.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, mum's nagging me to pack and wash my schoolshoes. Bleh. Heh. Guess what. I haven't wash my schoolshoes since last year when I first bought it. Ngek. And no it doesn't stink. I gotta go. Picss... Will be uploaded maybe tonight. MAYBE. Or after I get back. TOODDLLLEESSS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-6984069041687051017?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/6984069041687051017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=6984069041687051017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/6984069041687051017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/6984069041687051017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-over-babeh.html' title='It&apos;s over babeh.'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-2222337785443390133</id><published>2009-05-23T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T18:50:14.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love me, hate me?</title><content type='html'>Actually, I have no crappy idea why am I blogging when I've got nothin' to say. But anyway, I'll just tell you what I'm up to 9 in the morning. I just finish watching If You Seek Amy - Britney S. I mean, don't get me wrong or whatev but I know the song, jsut haven't seen the vids yet. So okay, I didn't really get how come from naughty bitch to rich ass housewife? That part. For me, doesn't make sense. Iono, probably's the low IQ I've got thingo. *shruggs* and now, I'm watching some how-to-get-Celebs-sexy-eyes. Haha. That isn't the real name though. I made it up myself. xP Am I pro or am I pro? Haha. Anyway, well, I just saw one erm, it's a Britney Spears one, I'm A Slave For You? somethin' like that. It's so cool y'know. So sexy and stuff but I don't know if &lt;u&gt;I, Emma With Droopy Eyes&lt;/u&gt;, can apply those type of make-up but anyway, I'll just watch to fansize. x] I'm watching another Britney Spears one. Toxic. Haha. I love the song. I think if this colour works, I'll suggest it to my Dance Crew for our concert. *eyebrows go up and down* Yea, I can't actually do that motion without the help of my fingers. So, lemme just rephrase that. *uses index finger to push brows up and down* hah... Better. xP Okay. I'm just crapping. I'm waiting for the vid to buffer what. There's another one loading which is more to a whacky-as the girl in the vid said, Misery - Paramore. So yea. I'll just upload the ones I think if hot-a-li-cious. So Enjoy! And whoever read this post, don't you DARE steal my idea of using Toxic's make-up. I'm watching you. *eye to eye gesture*&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q6Uczlb9sVo&amp;amp;feature=channel"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q6Uczlb9sVo&amp;amp;feature=channel&lt;/a&gt;  I am so terribly sorry but I just heck dunno why I can't upload vids to my post or I'm just crappy in it but who cares.&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/7870357584542595814-2222337785443390133?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/2222337785443390133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=2222337785443390133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/2222337785443390133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/2222337785443390133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-me-hate-me.html' title='Love me, hate me?'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-3976926161164117994</id><published>2009-05-23T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T04:54:44.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam VS. Holidays</title><content type='html'>HOLIDAY WINS, BABEH! I'm so totally looking forward. I haven't got my days all booked yet, but it's almost fully booked. So Jac, better plan when you wanna have another 'Babes only' day-out. Anyway, Daddy called and told me that we'll be going back to Sibu for Grandmama's birthday, so I absolutely cannot wait. Although it's the beginning of my exam week, I'm so up for the holidays now. My holiday-mood is in the air, babeh. Can you feel my aura...? *narrows eyes, lips that goes X and hands like trying to get you to smell perfume*&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. Richard or whoever thought of this stupid idea, is being a bitch. Eventhough we finished our test, we can't go home! We had to stay till 3.35 when our test finishes at 9.45. For heaven's sake, are you trying to kill us?! It's bad enough our examination time is freaking long and we gotta sit there and do shit. Screw y'all. Well, I had my English Composition test, my History test. And that's it. -.- On Monday there'll be BM, Math PMR and UEC. Die chin chin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to announce... that my beloved uncle is err, 48 was it? I forgot but anyway!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; HAPPY BIRTHDAY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;xoxo. Haha. He is THE absolute awesome-st man ever! Well, my dad is too but we're talking about my uncle here. So yea. Hope you have a fab-tas-tic day. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a while since I blogged, yes? Haha. Yea. It truely has. I've been busy with the piano and I was very attached to the TV. No, I didn't do much studying. But tomorrow I will. Oh, speaking of studying, I joined this Faith Quiz thingo organized by the MYCS? I have this study notes that I've been reading and this so reminds me that I need to do some research.. hmm. Gotta Wiki it up. And! I saw Angels&amp;amp;Demons with Paul and Sheryl the other day and man did I absolutely fell in love with Rome. It's such a historical, beautiful place man. I definitely gotta go there when I get older or something. Okay, I guess I gotta stop here. If I get the chance I'll blog again tomorrow. Toodles now! LOVEs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-3976926161164117994?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/3976926161164117994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=3976926161164117994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/3976926161164117994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/3976926161164117994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/05/exam-vs-holidays.html' title='Exam VS. Holidays'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-2416687461082883685</id><published>2009-05-16T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T04:05:24.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a sickness that will never be cured.</title><content type='html'>It's a sickness deep within me. I don't think anyone noticed. Especially her. How can she not notice? I don't want to ruin their time together but I wanted that day to be for us babes. You knew and yet you still do it. For heaven's sake, you even asked me. Just hand me a paper bag and I'll be out of your way. Go on, leave. I don't care. It used to be just us 2. I'm happy that now it's 4 of us. But, you're drifting away. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We made it clear, Friends come first. And you agreed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-2416687461082883685?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/2416687461082883685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=2416687461082883685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/2416687461082883685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/2416687461082883685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-sickness-that-will-never-be.html' title='This is a sickness that will never be cured.'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-6162995406299141041</id><published>2009-05-15T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T13:00:24.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When you said it this time, I felt like it meant a whole lot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;P.S. This is crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's 4A.M right now. And I feel like it's only 9P.M. Well, technically I blame Mr. M for sending me that message which made me think a lot. He's sooo gonna get it from me later in the morning. Actually, I don't really know what to say anymore. When I was stirring around on my bed, I was thinking like, tons of stuff then I figured it'll be better if I wrote it down? But.. As you can see, I've got nothing. Sigh. So anyway, I'm gonna go read manga now. At least one episode. xP &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good Morning, moonlight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-6162995406299141041?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/6162995406299141041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=6162995406299141041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/6162995406299141041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/6162995406299141041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-you-said-it-this-time-i-felt-like.html' title='When you said it this time, I felt like it meant a whole lot.'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-5818379250715584627</id><published>2009-05-14T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T04:51:49.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your needs? What about MY needss?!</title><content type='html'>I thought of something and I got that 'phrase'-which is my title, from a movie or something. Fairy odd-parents, was it? Ah, pish posh. I don't know.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, as you can see, I didn't make another post of my 'today' which was said in my previous post cos I was sort of pissed and I hell wanted to SDO. And as a result, I wasn't mad anymore but it was late already. So, yea. I didn't manage to get to it. Anyway, School. How do I start... First, they're playing horrible, ear-deafing music during recess from horrible, cheap speakers. Dato' said it was suppose to be 'soothing'. To hell with that! I had to shout to communicate with my friends, for cryin' out loud! Second, we're doing awfully lots of revision. I actually LISTENED during the revision for KH. I think I might actually have a shot in passing it. xP Geo.. Not very hopeful. My Geo teacher didn't come today and I was so up for Geo I actually brought my book. And no I usually don't bring it since I &lt;s&gt;never&lt;/s&gt; barely listen in her class. KH too. I only brought the freaking fat text book ONCE throughout the whole 2009. Haha. xP O well, at least I do notes! *waves note books at you* As for History, haih... Not a chance. Haha. Science, I was pretty suprise I remembered so much. Except for the UEC one. Like, err, the biceps starts from which bone and ends at which bone. That. I don't really remember cos I didn't study the bones. xP Math, I will pass but I cant guarantee an A. *bite lower lip* I. Have. To. Ace. IT!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow.. *drum rolls* Is..... RRSS DAY! Put your hands up. In the ayer! Haha. It means we get to dress however we want to. (Well, not EXACTLY how we want to. Of course, the sexy-smexyness' out.) I might just wear a tee and jeans/shorts. I don't know whats up, but seems like 2009, I don't care about anything. Last year, I was all, "WHAT TO WWEEEARRRR??!?!?!" and this year I'm all, "Just wear tee and jeans la." Haha. O well, it's an utterly boring and dull year, yes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'll definitely blog about it. x) It has been a while since I read mangas so I'm gonna go read them now. :) TOODLES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-5818379250715584627?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/5818379250715584627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=5818379250715584627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/5818379250715584627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/5818379250715584627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/05/your-needs-what-about-my-needss.html' title='Your needs? What about MY needss?!'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-4774579679579199005</id><published>2009-05-12T03:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T04:04:38.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jazz on!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SglVZevajlI/AAAAAAAABL4/V7jQ5Tl6QLo/s1600-h/j.f.11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SglVZevajlI/AAAAAAAABL4/V7jQ5Tl6QLo/s320/j.f.11.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334889129834090066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our whole gang. xP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SglVZXVCeBI/AAAAAAAABLw/Eetwfm38l-U/s1600-h/j.f.10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SglVZXVCeBI/AAAAAAAABLw/Eetwfm38l-U/s320/j.f.10.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334889127844411410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SglVZXVCeBI/AAAAAAAABLw/Eetwfm38l-U/s1600-h/j.f.10.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE THE GUY BESIDE ME! and guess what. His name's Guy too! HAHA. He plays the accordion. *nods*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SglVZNBqTGI/AAAAAAAABLo/iE5162bHK3E/s1600-h/j.f.9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SglVZNBqTGI/AAAAAAAABLo/iE5162bHK3E/s320/j.f.9.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334889125078781026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SglVZNBqTGI/AAAAAAAABLo/iE5162bHK3E/s1600-h/j.f.9.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chels made my pimples go away!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SglVZEmVhbI/AAAAAAAABLg/1KkUGv2JQJE/s1600-h/j.f.8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SglVZEmVhbI/AAAAAAAABLg/1KkUGv2JQJE/s320/j.f.8.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334889122816689586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SglVZEmVhbI/AAAAAAAABLg/1KkUGv2JQJE/s1600-h/j.f.8.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The sex-a-phone guy's hot too. Rawr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SglUOOzhElI/AAAAAAAABLQ/H3KenKMg50o/s320/j.f.5.JPG" style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334887837066138194" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me, Chels and the clowns! I love them too. Although they creeped me a lil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SglUOG9pIeI/AAAAAAAABLI/zHpBHLiwtso/s1600-h/j.f.2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SglUOG9pIeI/AAAAAAAABLI/zHpBHLiwtso/s320/j.f.2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334887834961125858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SglUOG9pIeI/AAAAAAAABLI/zHpBHLiwtso/s1600-h/j.f.2.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lewis being interviewed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SglUN_Bxo6I/AAAAAAAABLA/UUxvQCYpFmQ/s1600-h/j.f.3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SglUN_Bxo6I/AAAAAAAABLA/UUxvQCYpFmQ/s320/j.f.3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334887832830976930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Bel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SglUNwfK8iI/AAAAAAAABK4/mxYOS2b1WYg/s1600-h/j.f.4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SglUNwfK8iI/AAAAAAAABK4/mxYOS2b1WYg/s320/j.f.4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334887828927738402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Toilet pic. xP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SglUNqrs3bI/AAAAAAAABKw/xPRdNBWIYkc/s1600-h/IMG_0689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SglUNqrs3bI/AAAAAAAABKw/xPRdNBWIYkc/s320/IMG_0689.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334887827369680306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Slacking around on the beach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. I utterly l-o-v-e the Jazz Festival. Especially the France band. They are smokin' hawt! *squeaks at the 'hawt' word* I l-o-v-e them. VERY VERY MUCH! The Dites 34! Rock my world. Anyway, I went there with Jamie and I wasn't even ready and she came already. Like, wth. I just got out of the bathroom still brushing my teeth and she called already. Haha. And I had to fix my make up at the hotel. Bleh. I wore a DRESS. Haha. A flowery one. I had blast there. The fish fingers from the Seahorse Bistro stall was nice too. That was my dinner by the way. Haha. And we went to the beach. Lots of times. Even at night. Theo was there too and he worshipped a tiki torce. &gt;.&gt; It was funny though. Okay, I'll do another post about today cos I got pics to upload. Toodles! The website to the Dites'! --&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.dites34.com/"&gt;http://www.dites34.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Actually there're some more pics in my phone. But I'm so lazy to upload them. So Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-4774579679579199005?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/4774579679579199005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=4774579679579199005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/4774579679579199005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/4774579679579199005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/05/jazz-on.html' title='Jazz on!'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SglVZevajlI/AAAAAAAABL4/V7jQ5Tl6QLo/s72-c/j.f.11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-1108875964200974185</id><published>2009-05-08T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T23:54:38.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SgUkoQ-IsAI/AAAAAAAABKA/h4C6J3y3pCM/s1600-h/DSC00882%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333709607859171330" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SgUkoQ-IsAI/AAAAAAAABKA/h4C6J3y3pCM/s320/DSC00882%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Isn't it PRETTY?! I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SgUkolwVQaI/AAAAAAAABKI/8dfRnZ5iTOY/s1600-h/DSC00883%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333709613438419362" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SgUkolwVQaI/AAAAAAAABKI/8dfRnZ5iTOY/s320/DSC00883%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;But it looks nasty here. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the title is just something I made up. I have no idea what to name this post after. Well, the Dance Crew(school dancing people) just started our first dance practice at a studio we rented. It was fun. I sort of had a dance off with one of the babes. xP Alvynna and the others had been dancing since after school which is 1.15? Till 8 at night. Haha! I've only joined them at 5. Well, not exactly. They came at 6 but while waiting I started dancing already. So yea. After dancing, Alvy's mum dropped us off at Parkson. Us = Racheal, Garnette, Joyce, Me, Antonia, Jasmine and Angeline. Neh, I had that dance off with Antonia. Haha. It all started with, "Bring it babe!" Haha. Then I followed Angeline home. And man was I exhausted. But I did get my chores done. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SgUkpGI1QaI/AAAAAAAABKg/NMb7XDv3oMY/s1600-h/DSC00886%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333709622131114402" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SgUkpGI1QaI/AAAAAAAABKg/NMb7XDv3oMY/s320/DSC00886%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;F. I'm messed up. Me and Alvy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SgUkorhLimI/AAAAAAAABKQ/lEBa3K7V1M4/s1600-h/DSC00884%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333709614985480802" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SgUkorhLimI/AAAAAAAABKQ/lEBa3K7V1M4/s320/DSC00884%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;See that monkey there. Drink water/peace/squat/smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SgUkpCFy76I/AAAAAAAABKY/7nJkUSLASnE/s1600-h/DSC00885%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333709621044637602" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SgUkpCFy76I/AAAAAAAABKY/7nJkUSLASnE/s320/DSC00885%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Bring out the trumpets and slick black shoes cos it's time. For. Jazz Festival. Yea, I'm totally going. I wanted to dress all jazzy.. But, the babes said they're all wearing dresses. So, I'm wearing a dress too! Yea yea. Some people might go, "OMG?! EMMA?! in A dress?! *peng*" But Jamie's used to it, although I don't wear dresses often. But whatev, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic's will be up today, cos I need to update the songs in my phone. Teehee. x) Have an awesome people! Remember to use every minute of your day. You might not know when something's gonna happen. Maybe tomorrow'll be end of the world, or your lover will be gone. Or maybe you'll suffer from some disgusting disease. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SgUndVCC7VI/AAAAAAAABKo/017VqMLP6I4/s1600-h/Joyc3007%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333712718505635154" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SgUndVCC7VI/AAAAAAAABKo/017VqMLP6I4/s320/Joyc3007%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Joyce said I look like my bro here. Wth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-1108875964200974185?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/1108875964200974185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=1108875964200974185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/1108875964200974185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/1108875964200974185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/05/heh.html' title='Heh?'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SgUkoQ-IsAI/AAAAAAAABKA/h4C6J3y3pCM/s72-c/DSC00882%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-5902790143357124926</id><published>2009-05-05T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T04:22:25.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is a riddle.</title><content type='html'>Gah. School once again. Haters. Blek. Anyway, I utterly suck in guitar. Hell, I don't even know how to strum (double gah). And I haven't touch the piano for a whole week (triple gah). But luckily I've started studying, so there wouldn't be a forth gah. Haha. Screw you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think. We're back on. Or something. It's like, on and off and on and off. But I think it's a serious business now. :) I hope it is. I hope he's not lying either. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't exactly have much to say.. I just went online to ask Lester some stuff about guitar. He said he'll teach me if I pay him RM50 for 3 classes per week with no time limit. I figured it was good enough.. So, I said I'll consider. I can actually learn from my cousins too.. But, I don't see them often? So. Yea. That is like, in November? 'Cos he's still in NZ. Guess I can't play The Best Day for Mama during Mothers' Day (as I said, I suck).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to work out everyday now for the concert. In case any costume requires me to show some parts. So. Yea. Well, I skipped today since I went dancing and I sweated hell lot. And I smell like, *sticks tounge in disgust* stanky. Right now, I need my shower and I gotta go back to studying! Tonight I'm gonna study maths. And if I'm not tired yet, geo. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles, earthlings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-5902790143357124926?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/5902790143357124926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=5902790143357124926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/5902790143357124926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/5902790143357124926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-is-riddle.html' title='Love is a riddle.'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-2152458874642929188</id><published>2009-05-03T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T02:25:16.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We party hard. Screw you.</title><content type='html'>I l-o-v-e LMAO. Thanks to Chelss! They are full of absolute 100% awesome-ness babeh! Song of the week : Shooting star - LMAO *head banging gesture*&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday Chels stayed till, iono, almost 2200? Hmm. Well we had a total freak out from talking about ghost stuff. Like, if there's a elf/dwarf asked you to go in a tree with you, DO NOT go in. And all that stuff. Like, don't point at plants at night, or don't disturb salt when you spilled it on the corner of your new house or somethin' like that. *goosebumps* Plus I was sitting like, right in front of the window in my study room, and. Chels was facing me and she's always looking behind me like something's behind me or something! FREAKKKAAYY. We talked a lot too. Planning about whether we should have a 70s party or a masquerade party. They're both awesome themes but it's the budget problem and all that stuff. We watched New Police Story too. Starring Jackie Chan! Then I was drinking Aloe Vera drink and I asked Chels if she wanted some so I gave her a small glass right. And end up, she didn't finish and I told her to leave it cos I want it. So then... When I scoop some aloe vera from Chels' cup, guess what I saw. A freak ass fly. Luckily I saw it. *sticks tongue out in disgust*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm. My aunt from Brunei asked me and brother if we wanted to go to some talk at Grace Methodist last night, and trust me, I wanted to go. But Chels was still around and I don't think it was a good idea to bring her along so I reject the invitation. Guess they're in town. I wanted to go to like, play around with my cousins. Thinking of it just makes me miss the times we had in Sibu. Haha. We'll be in our mini cc (cousins' room), gaming. Especially that time, when Abel (one of my cousin) was playing Halo. Haha. It was like, all tensions are up. Even the people watching were all like, anxious la! Scary man.. Haha. Well I can't imagine if he was playing F.E.A.R. Wait, is that the name? Anyway, it has something to do with the word 'fear'. Then, last CNY, me, brother and Abel were watching Slit-mouthed Woman, and Dark water. Did it scare the hell outta me. Hah... good times.. good timeess..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow, SCHOOL. MID TERM. ARGH. I. HATE. MID TERMS. I still haven't started studying. Guitar and piano kept me away from the books. Especially SDO. GG. haha. Anyway, I'm gonna go try to play again since just now dc. Then I promise I'll do my homework and some revision. SOME. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-2152458874642929188?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/2152458874642929188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=2152458874642929188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/2152458874642929188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/2152458874642929188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-party-hard-screw-you.html' title='We party hard. Screw you.'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-5772146220244573827</id><published>2009-05-02T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T01:47:45.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're totally welcome.</title><content type='html'>Thanks to Bran for helping me clean the place yesterday! I hope y'll had a&lt;em&gt; fab-a-tas-tic&lt;/em&gt; day yesterday. I hell don't wanna mention why I mean it that way. So screw it and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can my day get any worse? I totally expect today to be absolutely awesome but turned out to be mashed potatoes. Let's start from yesterday, shall we? Well, someone was all emo, not much people ate which is something I disliked. Like, c'mon. People bring food to eat and no one eat? What gives? Moving on, all four of our friendship between each other is in jeopardy. Someone's pissed at me and I just wanna talk and explain it to her but she's not willing to let me. Someone still doesn't get things and I feel the need to straighten things up with her before I lose it again. Mid term's coming up and I hell don't want to fail my math which obviously is gonna happen. So, sum it all up? Hell just broke lose and a waterfall of chaos is pouring out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. Yea, you can get mad at me for saying all that if you want. I don't care. Some of you don't even have the right to be mad at me. Some of you, well, depends on which situation we're talking. And. Sigh. I just hate it that we all turned out this way. We used to be an awesome gang. I don't want to blame the ones who put us in flames but really. I don't know anymore, y'know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-5772146220244573827?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/5772146220244573827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=5772146220244573827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/5772146220244573827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/5772146220244573827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/05/youre-totally-welcome.html' title='You&apos;re totally welcome.'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-5715168814548495637</id><published>2009-04-30T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T04:37:20.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scattered dreams.</title><content type='html'>I put aside my homework to finish up on my 7-paged essay. I let you read my essay while I waited patiently. My due date to post it has passed and you were still reading it. I waited. The next morning, you tell me that my essay isn't good enough and I wouldn't win if I posted it. Fine. I stayed cool and masked myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right. I didn't get to post my first more than 2 pages essay. And I thought I had a chance to win. Hah. Truely a scattered damn dream. O well, it was few days ago so I'm cool now. Tomorrow's Labour's day people! Meaning, mummy will still going to work. But still, Hope those people staying-in at home, use the time to enjoy! :) After listening to The Best Day - Taylor Swift, I realised that we should use all our time to do whatever crap we can. Even if it's stupid or silly, at least you're doing something rather than nothing. I think I'm gonna try to find the guitar tabs for that song and I'm gonna play it during Mothers' Day. :D So, after this I'm off to google it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You. Better stop that attitude. So lo for what ha? You where be song? Like what gives man. People been through so much trouble for you and you act like this. Be grateful please. Mum didn't teach you 'zit? Go 'round rubbing it in people's face. Look in a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. Sometimes I wonder if I really should confront them. *head shakes from left to right and over again* Think so ke si. Sorry if I'm being rude or whatev' but it's so totally wrong to just spit those words in people's face. EVENTHOUGH we're all friends. Anyway! I don't wanna talk about that anymore. So, tomorrow there's gonna be the live band audition at school (although it's a holiday), and Chels, me and maybe Jamie (you better go, I tell you) will go and check it out. :) Hope it'll be fun. Haha. Then in the afternoon, we'll be celebrating Sheryl's belated brithday at my place. Potluck. &lt;s&gt;And I seriously hope everyone bring food.&lt;/s&gt; Suprisingly, the person who asked me if he could talk to me in school before, is coming. It'll so awkward. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. I'm suppose to be studying for my mid term but guess the temptation is simply irresistible. I was totally dying to SDO but it's bad enough I ditched homework over onlining so I better get those tabs. :\ O well, concert's coming and we're not done with the steps yet. *claws eyes out* costume not figured out yet. Position not practiced yet. I hope we get that all done before our audition. :\ Plus my periodic 2 results = awful. Although I totally love my Math, Science and English. Pass babeh. But the rest is just mustard and ketchup. Haih. Anyway, I gotta go. Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-5715168814548495637?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/5715168814548495637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=5715168814548495637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/5715168814548495637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/5715168814548495637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/04/scattered-dreams.html' title='Scattered dreams.'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-2105797761594973306</id><published>2009-04-25T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T00:34:05.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep it real.</title><content type='html'>Seriously. Do &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; use or play my friends. Despo. Get a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I utterly and damn people like *points at the sentence above* that. Sigh. Why do they even exist. I don't know if I should tell her. Some people say no cos its none of my business but yes cos she's my friend and I gotta protect her. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHERYL TAN SZE THUNG! How dare you ditch me! I went to school cos of you and end up YOU didn't go. AND totally didn't bother to tell me. AAANNNDDD. *sucks in air* When I texted you and demand an explaination.... YOU DIDN'T REPLY. Yes, it's your birthday this coming Monday but I still want a freaking explaination, woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a while since I blog, yes? Well, mummy went traveling and she took the modem off the pc. So I couldn't online. Yesterday, was the most utter bust day ever. As I said above, Sheryl ditched me. And it was totally not cool. Cos we had to go to the hall. And if it wasn't for Chels and Jamie, I would slaughter Sheryl personally. I went to sit with Jamie and Chels and went home during lunch. Haha. I wasn't the only one though. My bro too. Scott too. And a few more school mates. Oh. And I skipped school on Thursday too. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, did I mentioned that I'm gonna home-learn guitar? Yeeaaa babeh.. Chels has this beginner guitar and on Thursday she came over to my place with Jamie and she brought her guitar and I totally went head over heels for it. So I asked if I could borrow it. Yes, she allowed! WOO! *head banging gesture* ANNNDDD.. Did I mention we got a new famileh? That's right... I present to yoouuu.. APPLE! *points to the pic Elvis style*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SfK8j_Ojz4I/AAAAAAAABJg/YZHOvfo0oME/s1600-h/DSC00855%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328528635586662274" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SfK8j_Ojz4I/AAAAAAAABJg/YZHOvfo0oME/s320/DSC00855%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GG. I absolutely a-d-o-r-e her. Yes it's a female. Mango's awfully lonely so that's why we got her. Well, part of the reason. Anyway, it is indeed a Saturday! I'm definitely going to SDO later. Since I didn't get to for, how long? 2 weeks? Thanks to my essay. I got it printed but Ms. Jill( my english teacher ) said she gotta get the other teachers to read it. Come on man, what for? It's perfect! Haha. JK. But I gotta get to it the post office this coming week. Or I won't even be in the competition. 6 pages of glory babeh. Speaking of 6, Mr. 6 is absolutely hot-a-li-cious~ Haha. Remember I mentioned that I went to Pusat Belia and saw this guy with 6 packs? Yeaa, Mr. 6 alright. My number again. Ngek. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm off to SDO. Rock on people! Song of the day: Glamorous sky - NANA starring Nakashima Mika. Love the song and the movie. LOVES! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-2105797761594973306?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/2105797761594973306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=2105797761594973306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/2105797761594973306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/2105797761594973306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/04/keep-it-real.html' title='Keep it real.'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SfK8j_Ojz4I/AAAAAAAABJg/YZHOvfo0oME/s72-c/DSC00855%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-4649105669799032793</id><published>2009-04-18T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T07:21:30.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your my only friend, Shadow.</title><content type='html'>It's a Saturday...! I hearts Saturday. :) I get to go dancing in the morning and teach lil kiddos then I get to work out too. Yes, I like working out. x) I miss my atheletics training and it makes me slack all day at home = getting f-a-t. Not something I ever want. Anyway, I think today I did quite a lot, cos my calf's like, aching now. But I want my tummy to ache! I want beautiful, luscious abs..... *drools* I absolutely adore muscles! Abs especially. GG. I don't care if I have to end up looking flat in order to have abs. Eat ma' dust! *sticks tongue out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326032409246497330" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SeneQfda-jI/AAAAAAAABIw/8QoMDy_H-vA/s320/DSC00852%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Choo~ Haha. She's super cute, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was suppose to go to the PC fair today but mummy was too tired and she started to whine how hot the weather was. O well, whatever, you know. I just didn't want to stay at home and get lazy. But I end up napping. Like, after lunch. Haha. Even one of the mothers in my dancing class said I look fatter. Man.... Anyway, but the good thing was mum cooked fish and chips! I've been dying and begging for fish and chips since the beginning of the week. Don't have a specific reason to it though. Just feel like having it. *double thumbs up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jac asked me to help her out in Sunday School to teach her mum's class tomorrow. Hmm. It's such a coincidence since I wanted to go back to Sunday School too. But... On second thought, nah.. xP So tomorrow I'll be going to Lutong church for Mass and Sunday School to play with more lil kids! :DD Then I'll be going out. To parkson with Sheryl and Chels. Jamie was suppose to go. First, she said she rather have a movie marathon then she said she wanted to go out. THEN. She said she don't wanna go. And she made me wear a DRESS. We actually made a deal that if I wear a dress, she'll wear one too. But NOOO~~ Someone couldn't even wear a &lt;u&gt;skirt&lt;/u&gt;. You better go I tell you. I aint gonna tolerate with that. And also some of the footballers. Don't know if bruther's going or not. O well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEA! Did I mentioned I made my first smoothie this morning?! YEAAA. It looked terrible. Haha. But it tasted pretty good. Mummy said I put too much bananas. Cos the smoothie tasted like, it was only banana smoothie instead of mix. Haha. I put erm, carrot, apple, bananas(of course) and a few pieces of watermelon. I took a pic of it. xP And Chels was suppose to watch us dance today, for some reason she wanted to. But end up didn't cos she had some modul to complete since tomorrow we'll be going out. See, even Chels isn't lazy to do it. Yea, I'm talking to that someone. Anyway, I'm gonna go continue typing my essay. So toodles! OH YEA! And.. My pc's back! WOOO! *head banging gesture* Rock on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SeneQlzV7II/AAAAAAAABI4/pzkmhnnpCQQ/s1600-h/DSC00851%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326032410949053570" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SeneQlzV7II/AAAAAAAABI4/pzkmhnnpCQQ/s320/DSC00851%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The. Smoothie. *Dum dum dum*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SeneQs2rElI/AAAAAAAABJA/dVqI-YVFXcM/s1600-h/DSC00847%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326032412842070610" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SeneQs2rElI/AAAAAAAABJA/dVqI-YVFXcM/s320/DSC00847%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;F.L.O.O.D XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SeneQ6OPAWI/AAAAAAAABJI/RM87LYs9XBQ/s1600-h/edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326032416430555490" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SeneQ6OPAWI/AAAAAAAABJI/RM87LYs9XBQ/s320/edit.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;There was a accident the other day. That's the bottom of the avanza so it flipped side ways. It was raining. So yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326032414017162546" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SeneQxO1jTI/AAAAAAAABJQ/JGknQRRtiz0/s320/DSC00842%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ngek. xP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Sengvu0WZWI/AAAAAAAABJY/D7yew4vC294/s1600-h/DSC00840%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326035144968398178" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Sengvu0WZWI/AAAAAAAABJY/D7yew4vC294/s320/DSC00840%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Daddy-o! Ke si o. Pose until like that. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-4649105669799032793?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/4649105669799032793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=4649105669799032793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/4649105669799032793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/4649105669799032793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/04/your-my-only-friend-shadow.html' title='Your my only friend, Shadow.'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SeneQfda-jI/AAAAAAAABIw/8QoMDy_H-vA/s72-c/DSC00852%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-8661138427602487005</id><published>2009-04-17T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T03:17:47.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lar-s are back.</title><content type='html'>I refuse to be jealous. I &lt;u&gt;refuse&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to Jamie's to do my essay and end up I didn't even bring it. Just prefect. *sigh* Oh well, I have like, tons of math homework I didn't copy. At all! WOO! I still got some more from today's. And. Today during assembly, I heard the most bogus news. Our RRSS day has changed to a replacement day. *claws my eyes out* CURSE YOU PEOPLE! I was sort of looking forward to it. Not exactly. But I totally didn't want to study that's for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had piano today. Totally messed up. I hate it. O well, guess this ought to happen if I don't practice for 2 weeks. Hmm. Then when we went home, I had to climb in. LOL. Sometimes I feel like I should be the guy in the home. Cos my bro cooks when mummy isn't in and I don't. And I practically like acting like a guy in certain ways. Haha. Anyway. I'm sort of speechless now. I guess my blogging-mojo(by Eexin) is like, totally off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pics. Well, actually there is. But lazy upload. *shrug shoulders* Hmm. Is it that when people change. Like, is a good thing or something? Anyway, I'm gonna check out some hotties next Friday. *claps* Like, finally. Geez. My life has been really boring and dull. No wonder the world has  boys and girls. If it's only girls, I'll die. I wouldn't be les either. I'll D-I-E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-8661138427602487005?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/8661138427602487005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=8661138427602487005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/8661138427602487005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/8661138427602487005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/04/lar-s-are-back.html' title='Lar-s are back.'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-5979310633381748308</id><published>2009-04-11T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T00:11:06.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged. By Chels.</title><content type='html'>1. Name The People You Tag. (10) Anyone who wants to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://royalwilson.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. Describe yourself in one word describe?- Awful.&lt;br /&gt;3. Who would you pick, someone who really loves you, or the one you love? - err, both?&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever loved someone before but never had the courage to tell him/her?- sorta.&lt;br /&gt;5. How if people reject your confess face to face?- err. just show a good face and leave?&lt;br /&gt;6. God is giving u just 5 more minutes before going back to heaven, IF you love someone special, what will you say to that person?- I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN. no la. erm. I'll remember you?&lt;br /&gt;7. What will u say to a person who doesn’t want to believe u?- GO TO HELL!&lt;br /&gt;8. Was there ever a time that you tried to learn to love someone?- yea. but never worked out and never will.&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you have something special with you all the time?- no. not really.&lt;br /&gt;10. Long distance love?- i dun think it works. and nah.&lt;br /&gt;11. Best place to cry.- my room. or toilet.&lt;br /&gt;12. Who do you love the most?- Family(includes mango), babes and hotties and The Man.&lt;br /&gt;13. Tell us of your dream last night?- No dream. too exhausted to dream.&lt;br /&gt;14. Ever hated someone so bad?- um. yea.&lt;br /&gt;15. The biggest &amp;amp; most hurtful lie you heard?- that you don't love me.&lt;br /&gt;16. The last person you had a beer with?- With Lester and Sheryl.&lt;br /&gt;17. The last person you went to the movies with?- Long time edi I didnt go.&lt;br /&gt;18. The last person you talked on the cell phone with?- papa.&lt;br /&gt;19. The last person you hugged?- erm. Oh yea. DIDI! haha.&lt;br /&gt;20. The last person you yelled at.- I dunno. dun recall.&lt;br /&gt;21. In the last week have you kissed someone?- Nope. it has been forever since... Oh wait. nvm. XD&lt;br /&gt;22. Think of the last time you were angry, why were you angry?- Because mummy made me angry.&lt;br /&gt;23. If you could do anything or wish anything, what would it be?- Erm. Somethings.&lt;br /&gt;24. If you could have an all expense paid trip, where will you go?- everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;25. What you hate the most?- Lies.&lt;br /&gt;26. What would be the hardest thing for you to give up on?- HAHA. a lot of things actually.&lt;br /&gt;27. Five facts About Me :&lt;br /&gt;- I have onion breath now.&lt;br /&gt;- I look like a guy from certain views.&lt;br /&gt;- Cry baby&lt;br /&gt;- Screws anyone.&lt;br /&gt;- Loves food!&lt;br /&gt;28. Five things that scare me:&lt;br /&gt;- That construction thingo beside my house.&lt;br /&gt;- Supernatural stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;- I wont make it how I imagined.&lt;br /&gt;- going bankrupt.&lt;br /&gt;- Doing stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;29. Two Songs Playing in My Head Lately: Love Story - Taylor Swift and i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;30. Five Things I treasure in my life:&lt;br /&gt;- the precious'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-5979310633381748308?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/5979310633381748308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=5979310633381748308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/5979310633381748308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/5979310633381748308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/04/tagged-by-chels.html' title='Tagged. By Chels.'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-5846892314190244877</id><published>2009-04-10T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T00:30:40.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Camp</title><content type='html'>Ok, I went to Easter Camp. For a day when it was 4 nights 3 days. Haha. It was torture. Showering is terrible. Sleeping is terrible. Why? Cos the water coming out from the tap is like, drip drip drip. Instead of BBUUUSSSSHHHHHH! Geez. It took forever to fill up the bucket. Plus we shower in our outfits again. Ngaidddiiii.. Everyone shower in sarung but me, Jamie and Chels shower in our clothes. *shakes head left to right* Then when we sleep right, like, OMIGOSH. We couldn't even straighten our legs cos of the over-packed room. The girls had to sleep outside the room again. Some went downstairs with the community again. And it was freaking hot and humid. A lil too many people. We didn't have proper dinning table again. We had to find a place to eat outside. So obviously Jamie complained &lt;s&gt;the most&lt;/s&gt;. And the next day we went home. HAHAHA! Fun right? Lol. O well, at least I still have LSS next year which is also camping thingo. Hmm. I'm glad to be back somehow. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DADDY-O'S BACK! :DD It's 3 P.M and he's still asleep at my place. *shakes head left to right* Mum said he came home at 7 this morning. Ngaidiiii. O well. I slept at 2 something last night. Haha. Had a lil girl to girl talk with mummy-kins. So yea. Went to dancing today and man was I tired. Kept jumping here and there. Jamie mentioned that I could be the human iPod since I kept following the music. Haha. Mummy, brother and me went to Double Star to have lunch after my class. It was okay. I like the place. :) Mummy went to E-Mart. I wanted to go, but lazy. So nah. Now I'm at Jamie's and Chels' is here too! x) Haha. I wanted to go cc just now... But. Mummy didn't let. :\ I WANNA SDDOOOOOOO! mann. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, I won't be going to Mater Dei for Easter Mass. T.T And it's not midnight mass anymooorrrreeee. *more tears* That's why I'm not going. Mummy have to work. I could follow Jac but mummy. Again. Don't let. She's such a party pooper. I don't wanna go to Camelite.... I don't wanna see my camper friends again.......... So very sia soi, know. Haih. I'm gonna upload pics. Oh. And yesterday was Good Friday. Went to church. Sat with the babes and Alfonso, Mo and Mr. Mysterious. Teehee. It was very hot. *face turns from happy to -.-* And I saw LARRY GOH. Like. OMG. Suprise much. Okay, I'll end here. PICASS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SeBDAMVRw5I/AAAAAAAABHs/nyZSDTOD-30/s1600-h/DSC00821%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323328430141457298" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SeBDAMVRw5I/AAAAAAAABHs/nyZSDTOD-30/s320/DSC00821%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;JAMIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SeBC_mmqO3I/AAAAAAAABHk/N_CVUcE7OKM/s1600-h/DSC00820%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323328420013816690" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SeBC_mmqO3I/AAAAAAAABHk/N_CVUcE7OKM/s320/DSC00820%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Chels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SeBDAUpNJCI/AAAAAAAABH0/PsHU-CrBUOk/s1600-h/DSC00822%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323328432372524066" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SeBDAUpNJCI/AAAAAAAABH0/PsHU-CrBUOk/s320/DSC00822%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SeBDA-fuHlI/AAAAAAAABH8/CiB1OXwhf-I/s1600-h/DSC00823%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323328443607031378" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SeBDA-fuHlI/AAAAAAAABH8/CiB1OXwhf-I/s320/DSC00823%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lalala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SeBDBJOYN-I/AAAAAAAABIE/ZrSQ5Qy-sa0/s1600-h/DSC00825%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323328446487082978" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SeBDBJOYN-I/AAAAAAAABIE/ZrSQ5Qy-sa0/s320/DSC00825%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gracie and Chels at 4 AM in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SeBGMliZITI/AAAAAAAABIM/sO9GYh02IY8/s1600-h/DSC00827%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323331941600665906" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SeBGMliZITI/AAAAAAAABIM/sO9GYh02IY8/s320/DSC00827%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Joan in church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SeBGM-OpfGI/AAAAAAAABIU/ZA3KD9uVBO4/s1600-h/DSC00828%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323331948228738146" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SeBGM-OpfGI/AAAAAAAABIU/ZA3KD9uVBO4/s320/DSC00828%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alfonso and Momo. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SeBGND4KduI/AAAAAAAABIc/zOX5W3cJj4Q/s1600-h/DSC00830%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323331949745043170" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SeBGND4KduI/AAAAAAAABIc/zOX5W3cJj4Q/s320/DSC00830%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate my 'kiss'. READ IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-5846892314190244877?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/5846892314190244877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=5846892314190244877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/5846892314190244877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/5846892314190244877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-camp.html' title='Easter Camp'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SeBDAMVRw5I/AAAAAAAABHs/nyZSDTOD-30/s72-c/DSC00821%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-1785054320621014635</id><published>2009-04-05T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T05:14:55.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll strike on you if you don't listen.</title><content type='html'>OH. MY. GOLLIE. Last night's thunder/lighting storm was awful! It totally scared the hell outta me. It's just like the other night, I walked to Jamie's and there's this construction thingo going on beside my house, and they covered the place with those type of metals for old kampung houses punya roof? And while walking right, one piece of it was opening and it made that&lt;em&gt; eeeeeeee&lt;/em&gt; noise! NOT FUNNY. All the hair on my arms are like, standing! Then I started to tell myself it's nothing. Then suddenly it start again, like it's opening wider. I didn't turn back though. SERIOUSLY! I wanted to scream and run! But I didn't. I just kept looking at the car's passing by on the highway and thought it's the highway. Impossible someone would just bash and grab me and go right? Hah. Haha. *laughs nervously* Then. In the grass. Were... MOVEMENTS! I totally wanted to jump like those animes. Like, your hands are like, ready to fight? Then one foot is lifting forward. And your face is like, OOO: HAHA! But I didn't. I just walked even faster. Then there was this freak. He was walking with an umbrella and he was like swinging it. Then he walked like some aqua, y'know! His ass was like, to the left. to the right. Like those aerobics instructor that goes, "c'mon ladies! You can do it~ To the left. Now to the right. Keep those hips moving now!" LIKE THAT. GOSH! That was the last straw. I had to run. But I didn't want to look like a freak and I definitely didn't want the kids in the car to go all, "Look mummy! That girl's running in the middle of the night! Is she in a race? Or is there a boogieman after her like in the movies?" So I walked. Faster. Haha. Nearly jogging. When I got to Jamie's house's road, God. Was I glad to see her dad outside on the phone. The gate wide open again. *sigh of relief* So I got in sweating my ass off. Argh. Curses. I will remember that night forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is SUNDAY! Palm Sunday actually. This is like, an occasion for the Christians. And we bring palm leaves to church for some blessings. It was okay, I guess. Love the hymns. Saw Grace! Then went to Grand Palace to have lunch. Then had a hair cut(it's indeed short now). Then home. I wanted so badly to go shopping with Sheryl today. But nooo~ First it was Sheryl's mum who didn't let then when I asked mother, she didn't let either. Mr. Mysterious texted me today to ask how was I doing and since he heard I wanted to go out, he sort of asked me to join him but sadly, I couldn't. Haih. O well, then I had to do some crouchet? However you spell it. For my pointe shoes. Some tip protection thingo. So half way doing it, Sheryl called and asked if I wanted to go eat rojak with them. GLAD TO! Haha. I thought we'll be going elsewhere, but didn't. So after rojak, home. Then watched tv, homework. and now. I think I'm gonna SDO later. After this. It is indeed addictive. GG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EASTER CAMP!! LALALA! I can't wait. Totally! I have my Thursday planned out if I don't go to school. Gonna drag Jamie and Chels along. Sadly Sheryl can't and isn't willing to skip school to join the fun. O well, time to SDO. TOODLES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-1785054320621014635?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/1785054320621014635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=1785054320621014635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/1785054320621014635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/1785054320621014635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/04/ill-strike-on-you-if-you-dont-listen.html' title='I&apos;ll strike on you if you don&apos;t listen.'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-1724262548412129871</id><published>2009-04-03T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T05:38:44.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Lester.</title><content type='html'>100 truths, tag 10 people to do the same.Don't forget to tag!&lt;br /&gt;Last beverage → Water&lt;br /&gt;Last phone call → Jamie&lt;br /&gt;Last text message → Jac&lt;br /&gt;Last song you listened to → The way I loved you - taylor swift&lt;br /&gt;Last time you cried→ Err, on wed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;Dated someone twice → Err, I think so?&lt;br /&gt;Been cheated on → Don't think so. None of them said anything about cheating on me before.&lt;br /&gt;Kissed someone &amp;amp; regretted it → Nah. you're my best. :)&lt;br /&gt;Lost someone special→ Yea, and it was on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN THE PAST MONTH HAVE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;Fallen out of love → Hmm. Maybe?&lt;br /&gt;Laughed until you cried → EVERYDAY. Haha&lt;br /&gt;Met someone who changed your life → Hmm. Sort of?&lt;br /&gt;Found out someone was talking about you → Err, in  a bad way or good?&lt;br /&gt;How many people on your top friends do you know in real life? → all? Man I think I did this before. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any pets → Yea. Mango!&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to change your name → Hmm. Nah, I like Emma. :)&lt;br /&gt;What time did you wake up today → 6.30A.m&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at midnight last night → Zzz-ing&lt;br /&gt;Name something you cannot wait for → EASTER CAMP!! WOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;The last time you saw your father→ Err, CNY?&lt;br /&gt;What's one thing you wish you could change→ Hmm. part of me wants you back, part of me dont. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever talked to a person named Tom → Nope.&lt;br /&gt;What's getting on your nerves right now → This electrical shock feeling in my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;What's your name → Emma Lee?&lt;br /&gt;Elementary/Primary School→ Chung Hua Krokop, SRSM, St jo.&lt;br /&gt;Middle/Secondary School → RRSS.&lt;br /&gt;High School → Probably RRSS too.&lt;br /&gt;Hair color → Brownish black&lt;br /&gt;Long or short → Short. Rock on. x)&lt;br /&gt;Are you a health freak → Hah. you kidding me?&lt;br /&gt;Righty or lefty → Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS :&lt;br /&gt;First surgery → Never had.&lt;br /&gt;First piercing → When I was 6-7?&lt;br /&gt;First best friend → I totally forgot her name. :X&lt;br /&gt;First sport you joined → Swimming.&lt;br /&gt;First pet → A fish? Or was it a dog? Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;First vacation → Langkawi. to avoid Hand mouth disease. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTLY :&lt;br /&gt;Eating → nothing?&lt;br /&gt;Drinking → Saliva&lt;br /&gt;Wanting → EASTER CAMP! WOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE :&lt;br /&gt;Want kids? → Sure. :)&lt;br /&gt;Want to get married?→ Who doesnt?&lt;br /&gt;Careers in mind? → Vet. Sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;br /&gt;Kissed a stranger → No. haha. Well, sort of. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Drank Wine/Beer/alcohol → Ya think?&lt;br /&gt;Lost glasses/contacts → Contacts. I think they're still somewhere in me or something. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Ran away from home → Nah. Worse so-called 'problem solved' way.&lt;br /&gt;Broken someone's heart → Guess so.&lt;br /&gt;Been arrested → Maybe&lt;br /&gt;Cried when someone died → Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;Yourself → Yea.&lt;br /&gt;Miracles → Sure.&lt;br /&gt;Love at first sight → Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Heaven → 110%&lt;br /&gt;Kiss on the first date→ Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Angels → Yuppie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY :&lt;br /&gt;Is there one person you want to be with right now? → Yea.&lt;br /&gt;more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time? → nah.&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in God? → 210%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag: Anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-1724262548412129871?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/1724262548412129871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=1724262548412129871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/1724262548412129871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/1724262548412129871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/04/tagged-by-lester.html' title='Tagged by Lester.'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-5931129535247632728</id><published>2009-04-03T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T04:46:47.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma-li-cious.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SdX2TXDeCRI/AAAAAAAABHc/lLj_gO8SzH0/s1600-h/DSC00797%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320429347274623250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SdX2TXDeCRI/AAAAAAAABHc/lLj_gO8SzH0/s320/DSC00797%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's the Man, man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I totally don't want to think about the past. I declare myself officially SINGLE. You heard me, BOYS. xP Nah. I'm fine with or without. I've been so into my studies. I joined this essay competition and I wrote 7 pages. My title, If I were a Dancer. I could have wrote a longer version and it might turn out to be a book instead but, it was an essay competition afterall. And check this. Grand prize = &lt;u&gt;$&lt;/u&gt;150. GG. I still gotta type it out though. Compared to my ugly, messy, unreadable, small handwriting, it's gonna be at least 8-9 pages after printing. lolol. O well, I also joined this Aussie Science Quiz today. I know. OMG geek-o much. At least I didn't take the Aussie Maths Quiz ok. I did it for the certificates! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so freaking emo. Ever since what happened in my previous post, I cried all the time. Especially within this week. Cos of frustration and stress, I tried so hard not to shed tears. One thing I want to be like my mum, be strong. Like seriously, when my uncle came back, she was still standing! Not a tear. I envy her for that. Curses. I'm a weak bitch. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also declare myself, officially fat. I look so..... Pregnant whenever I change and all. Argh. I'm trying so hard not to eat and exercise more, but, unfortunately, my body isn't responding towards it. How annoying. So my only way to have what I had before, is starve. I can't believe I just said that. That will &lt;s&gt;be the last thing&lt;/s&gt; never appear on my to do list. Sigh. I'm pathetic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOO! My groove's on. And you! PMS. like a tuut... I would know. Haha. Cos you're hot and you're cold. You're yes then you're no! People in school would know what I mean. Especially Sheryl, Chels and Jamie. Haha. Omg. Jamie just told me her mum when for that 'stick-needles-on-your-back' therapy thingo which I don't know how to spell. Arc-q-puc-tu-wel? Whatev. And I'm eating right now? And she's like, "You know my mum did it and when the man hammered the needles in her back, BLOOD STARTED FLOWING OUTTT!!!" *face turns green with mouth full of food* Disgusting. She's gonna send me the pic so I can upload it later. Teehee. Puke all you want people. I am definitely gonna post it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I SO SO SO CAN'T WAIT FOR &lt;u&gt;EASTER CAMP&lt;/u&gt;! Mum totally got shocked when I was skipping to the kitchen singing 'I can't wait to go to EASTER CAMP~~' this morning before going to school. Cos at first, I begged her so I wouldn't need to go. But phew, Chels, probably Jamie, and Grace's GOING!! WOOOO~~ Put your hands up. Put your hands up. Heeyyy~~ Next week. Starting Thursday. So probably I won't be going to school. Teehee. Till Sunday. Lalalala~ Can't waitttt.... xPP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320429339700589778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SdX2S61rdNI/AAAAAAAABHM/mkuAhIAWKYU/s320/DSC00791%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My antidote from my previous post. Thanks Jac for accompanying me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320429345157268562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SdX2TPKpxFI/AAAAAAAABHU/sI3eSt33CP8/s320/DSC00793%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;Earth hour! ROCK ON!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320428263415121778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SdX1URXOh3I/AAAAAAAABHE/181UWQ-S_OI/s320/DSC03149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;SAY IT! SAY EWWWWW!! Haha. See the bloods in the cups? They're stored for the vamps. *nods*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-5931129535247632728?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/5931129535247632728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=5931129535247632728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/5931129535247632728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/5931129535247632728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/04/emma-li-cious.html' title='Emma-li-cious.'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SdX2TXDeCRI/AAAAAAAABHc/lLj_gO8SzH0/s72-c/DSC00797%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-6312998688008224017</id><published>2009-03-27T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T03:49:41.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys, guys. Why shall thou hurt thee so much?</title><content type='html'>I can't believe him.I can't believe him.I can't believe him.I can't believe him.I can't believe him.I can't believe him.I can't believe him.I can't believe him.I can't believe him.I can't believe him.I can't believe him.I can't believe him.I can't believe him.I can't believe him.I can't believe him.I can't believe him.I can't believe him.I can't believe him.I can't believe him.I can't believe him.I can't believe him.I can't believe him.I can't believe him.I can't believe him.I can't believe him.I can't believe him.I can't believe him.I can't believe him.I can't believe him.I can't believe him.I can't believe him.I can't believe him.I can't believe him.I can't believe him.I can't believe him.I can't believe him.I can't believe him.I can't believe him.I can't believe him.I can't believe him.I can't believe him.I can't believe him.I can't believe him.I can't believe him.I can't believe him.I can't believe him.I can't believe him.I can't believe him.I can't believe him.I can't believe him.I can't believe him.I can't believe him.I can't believe him.I can't believe him.I can't believe him.I can't believe him.I can't believe him.I can't believe him.I can't believe him.I can't believe him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took it as a funny joke. HAH! Yea, VERY FUNNY. I totally have no clue what's going through your head, &lt;s&gt;boy&lt;/s&gt; jerk. If only I could just shut myself in the freezer and never face reality again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt; want to talk to you again. And I mean it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-6312998688008224017?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/6312998688008224017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=6312998688008224017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/6312998688008224017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/6312998688008224017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/03/guys-guys-why-shall-thou-hurt-thee-so.html' title='Guys, guys. Why shall thou hurt thee so much?'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-5231195626760992431</id><published>2009-03-27T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T03:05:46.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rawr-a-li-cious.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ok, the title's just something random. I didn't know what to put. ANYWAY! I bailed school. Again! Haha. Hey, I did it for Jesus ok. I had to go confession in the morning and since I skipped school might as well go KB. x) Had japanese food and somehow. I liked this time's trip to KB. It's better than the rest. Went to Super Save to buy stuff, as usual. I can't they don't have marshmellow there. Tsk tsk. O well, I was buying some stuff for this potluck party I'm having on the 11th. So yea. xD I also learned that, if you want to have good life during your mid-20s, work in Brunei! Haha. I plan to work there though. :\ When I'm all-grown up that is. The salary's higher anyway. So yea. I felt so freaking fat after eating. *sticks tongue out like a dead frog* Hehe. So I reached home about 4 something. Around there~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finish reading Night World! hahaha. It makes me all bloodlust and craving for guys again. Argh. It's somehow annoying. And makes me feel desperate. But, eventually I'll forget about it. Well, that's what happened the last time I read a vampire-ish book. I guess. *shrug shoulders* Now, I'm waiting for second book requested by Jamie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I skipped piano too. Again. So, tomorrow will be 3 hours of piano. D: I don't hate piano, but 3 hours?! I'm gonna die. O well, I still have my dancing. Hope I won't suffer like last week. Ah crap, I forgot what I wanted to say. Screw this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SDO! WOOO! I l-o-v-e it. But I haven't played it since last Sunday...... And Sheryl said I'll become obesed. In the game, I mean. *claw my eyes out* This time I wouldn't pretend I clawed my eyes out. I don't have anything to sayyy.. Time to upload pics. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scyj6eKhqlI/AAAAAAAABF0/LUaAVQMqsts/s1600-h/DSC00784%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317805484942666322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scyj6eKhqlI/AAAAAAAABF0/LUaAVQMqsts/s320/DSC00784%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At marina bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scyj6cxJefI/AAAAAAAABF8/UErBzR1UVyo/s1600-h/DSC00785%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317805484567788018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scyj6cxJefI/AAAAAAAABF8/UErBzR1UVyo/s320/DSC00785%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Watch the err, brown seaaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scyj6ptd1vI/AAAAAAAABGE/FX8dFHv7avU/s1600-h/DSC00786%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317805488042006258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scyj6ptd1vI/AAAAAAAABGE/FX8dFHv7avU/s320/DSC00786%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scyj6u6Eb4I/AAAAAAAABGM/zCBPAmmX69A/s1600-h/DSC00787%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317805489437044610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scyj6u6Eb4I/AAAAAAAABGM/zCBPAmmX69A/s320/DSC00787%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scyj60cAiFI/AAAAAAAABGU/sUJGS78c-LM/s1600-h/DSC00788%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317805490921572434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scyj60cAiFI/AAAAAAAABGU/sUJGS78c-LM/s320/DSC00788%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&gt; So ganas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-5231195626760992431?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/5231195626760992431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=5231195626760992431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/5231195626760992431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/5231195626760992431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/03/rawr-li-cious.html' title='Rawr-a-li-cious.'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scyj6eKhqlI/AAAAAAAABF0/LUaAVQMqsts/s72-c/DSC00784%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-1050227795844135287</id><published>2009-03-21T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T06:02:08.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A pocketful of frustration.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;OMG.&lt;/u&gt; Did I have one of the worse day of my life today. Argh. First, I had to force myself to get up so I was practically dragged out of bed by my instincts. Then, when it was my last class of the day, I can't even do a prefect, nice, strong JUMP! I was so tired and worn out before my first class so yea. That's my pathetic reason. Plus, I was STARVING. Gosh. Plus plus, Jamie didn't come cos she totally went to Brunei for shopping and FOOD. So, I texted mum and told her I wanted that fried rice somewhere near Imperial Mall and I was so hoping she wouldn't say she made lunch already. *click* 1 new message. Mamii&lt;3 : ok dear. WOOHOO! First good thing of the day. Then after dancing, I got in the car and mummy was all, how was dancing? tired? hungry? And all those questions were the ones I was so hoping to avoid. So I had to force my mouth to say something and I nearly shed tears. Haha. Dumb right? Totally. Yea, I cry mostly whenever I'm totally frustrated. Mum also told me that brother wasn't at home and he's grounded from the pc. Which meansss.... Bring out the babes and let's party! WOO! The pc's all MIIINNNNEEEEEEEEEE........ GG. So I immediately turned on the pc and started jamming on the on/off button on the desktop cos something happened to it and whenever I gotta turn it on, I gotta act like a kid and try to spoil the desktop, but actually I'm trying to turn it on. So yea. *shrug shoulders* Then, 20 minutes later. Still jamming.... still jamming.... ARGH! Give up. Bangs on the CPU and turns it off. So went to read, then tried again. Still not working. Off, try again. Still not working. I got sleepy, so went to sleep. Then woke up, tried again. STILL NOT WORKINGGGGGG. And I started wanting to cry again. Then mummy came in and I'm like, crap. But I didn't look at her and I just kept nodding and shaking my head to every question. Lalala. Then after she left for work, I gave up and went to watch tv. I was so totally frustrated that I wanted Aunty Mitsy's banana cake. However, NO BANANA CAKE. Someone ate it. SCREW HIM! O well, then I went to eat the freaking pamelo instead. Then I watched tv until Jamie called and asked if I wanted to come over for dinner. Went to have a quick shower then started walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second OMG. Mei Ru(Jamie's youngest sis) &lt;u&gt;NEVER&lt;/u&gt; stop talking. NEVER. Ever since I got here. Gosh. Even I get tired after making so much noise please. No pics for today. Oh yea, I totally forgot to upload a few pics from the day I went out with Chels and the rest. We played with the webcam there. xD The pic's in Jamie's profile and her profile links are in my err, linking place thingo. Haha. I forgot what I named it. Jamie's making some ink thingo as my name and she told me to stick it in my room. She bought it from Brunei. How nice. :) THANKS! But it's not done yet. So yea. Early thanks la. x) Hmmm. Oh yea, remember I mentioned that I would be going out again in my previous post? Well mummy didn't let so I didn't. Another major dissapointment to Mr. Mysterious. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sorry, babe. I'll make it up to you. :)&lt;/span&gt; That's all for today. Oh yea. I so wanted to play SDO but couldn't. Another frustration. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-1050227795844135287?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/1050227795844135287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=1050227795844135287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/1050227795844135287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/1050227795844135287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/03/pocketful-of-frustration.html' title='A pocketful of frustration.'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-7639227592691862171</id><published>2009-03-19T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T03:59:55.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hide and Seek in Parkson?</title><content type='html'>GAHAHAHA! Today, me, Chels, Jamie and Sheryl were suppose to have our babes outing. But, sadly, Sheryl(as usual) couldn't come. And end up, SOMEONE changed the plan and invited more people(I have a feeling she didn't have any idea when I mentioned this plan in school). Anyway, Bel came along too. Axel too. But end up she went to pakto with her hubster. At first it was just Sean tagging along with us, then lama-lama jadi bukit, Paul and the rest came. But before the Paul and Axel thing happened, we played hide and seek in Parkson! LOL. In Parkson Grand nia la. Not the whole Parkson. Haha. Fun, you know. But people kept staring cos we were like, signaling each other where the seeker is and running around. Haha. We played at the kids' department again. Haha. Then we went to the bowling alley like, I don't know how many times. Haha. About 5 times? There were times where we played or just sit and watch or just cheered! Haha. Girls la, I mean. We also went to the Optimus place to play with the PCs and iPods. Haha. I totally didn't have any idea you could just bash in and play with the electronics. Teehee. Noob right? O well, then took pics. Lalala. Cam whored in the fitting room is a must. So we did! Haha. There was once with Sean again. Like, all girls then him one guy. Haha. Sweet, sweet day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was suppose to go watch brother and the others compete for football but Jamie didn't want to go so whatever, you know. I was pretty worn out anyway. Wanna SDO! Download finish d haven't start playing. Haha. Had some account problem-o, know. Teehee. Anyway, here's the pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/ScIdmniISoI/AAAAAAAABC0/0VMLQWlsNaM/s1600-h/IMG_0512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314843059534973570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/ScIdmniISoI/AAAAAAAABC0/0VMLQWlsNaM/s320/IMG_0512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314844569867717698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/ScIe-h9hDEI/AAAAAAAABDc/pZSRM_LFIOA/s320/IMG_0515(edit).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314844573284682738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/ScIe-usLy_I/AAAAAAAABDk/YNRsJTKmzeg/s320/IMG_0516(edit).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314843063631530530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/ScIdm2y0yiI/AAAAAAAABC8/qwgP4YWj1kQ/s320/IMG_0517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Gay-much. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/ScIdnFODA1I/AAAAAAAABDE/WVFpKrDdnHU/s1600-h/IMG_0518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314843067503805266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/ScIdnFODA1I/AAAAAAAABDE/WVFpKrDdnHU/s320/IMG_0518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314843068726666674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/ScIdnJxmZbI/AAAAAAAABDM/XMaNgiF3AWY/s320/IMG_0520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314843076950313346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/ScIdnoaRSYI/AAAAAAAABDU/-x6KW_vAFeY/s320/IMG_0523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/ScIe-1h153I/AAAAAAAABDs/wAVhcgCiC84/s1600-h/IMG_0525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314844575120353138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/ScIe-1h153I/AAAAAAAABDs/wAVhcgCiC84/s320/IMG_0525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/ScIe-0qeTHI/AAAAAAAABD0/l-SaBOZ0vIA/s1600-h/IMG_0526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314844574888119410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/ScIe-0qeTHI/AAAAAAAABD0/l-SaBOZ0vIA/s320/IMG_0526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/ScIe_FTS5mI/AAAAAAAABD8/lMVHl37aLaA/s1600-h/IMG_0530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314844579354306146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/ScIe_FTS5mI/AAAAAAAABD8/lMVHl37aLaA/s320/IMG_0530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/ScIkIWq8LFI/AAAAAAAABEk/MXXpWGvN8yM/s1600-h/IMG_0531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314850236193844306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/ScIkIWq8LFI/AAAAAAAABEk/MXXpWGvN8yM/s320/IMG_0531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/ScIkIunn7gI/AAAAAAAABEs/2rLlJpCbTLA/s1600-h/IMG_0532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314850242622385666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/ScIkIunn7gI/AAAAAAAABEs/2rLlJpCbTLA/s320/IMG_0532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/ScIkJO4ZjfI/AAAAAAAABE0/egBxKLK0LbU/s1600-h/IMG_0534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314850251282681330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/ScIkJO4ZjfI/AAAAAAAABE0/egBxKLK0LbU/s320/IMG_0534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/ScIkJd5AIzI/AAAAAAAABE8/JhfoCmA3bQ8/s1600-h/IMG_0538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314850255311741746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/ScIkJd5AIzI/AAAAAAAABE8/JhfoCmA3bQ8/s320/IMG_0538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/ScIkJSndCeI/AAAAAAAABFI/Bb7IU67sM0s/s1600-h/IMG_0540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314850252285348322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/ScIkJSndCeI/AAAAAAAABFI/Bb7IU67sM0s/s320/IMG_0540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; GAHAHAHAHA! Nice ass, Lorenzo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;-The END! Tomorrow I'll be going out again. So I might take pics. See la. x)-&lt;/p&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/7870357584542595814-7639227592691862171?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/7639227592691862171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=7639227592691862171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/7639227592691862171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/7639227592691862171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/03/hide-and-seek-in-parkson.html' title='Hide and Seek in Parkson?'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/ScIdmniISoI/AAAAAAAABC0/0VMLQWlsNaM/s72-c/IMG_0512.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-8452622471201484216</id><published>2009-03-19T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T03:07:30.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The horror.</title><content type='html'>On Tuesday, today's Thursday by the way, I had piano replacement for the 25th April since my teacher wouldn't be here. So yea. After that, went home got ready for my outing with Jac, Stef and Ana. End up I followed mummy out instead since we haven't had our lunch. We went to Pizza Hut to have lunch. It was ok, except that the pizza is getting smaller and smaller. And. Man this fact I'm about to say just blew my mind when I ate the pizza. Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THERE WEREN'T &lt;u&gt;ANY&lt;/u&gt; PINEAPPLES ON THE PIZZA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like, WTF IS THIS?! No pineapples on any pizza is the largest, most idiotic crime EVER. It's just so wrong and out of it's wonders, you know! Stupid, dumbass douge bags. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I joined Ana, Jac and Stef at McD. After that we wondered ourselves absent-minded around Parkson with no idea where to go. So, we decided to catch a movie! Ana went back already btw. Went all the way upstairs and sadly, there weren't any nice movie. -.- Actually we wanted to watch &lt;em&gt;tuts-&lt;/em&gt;drive, but end up we watched a horror movie, House. At first I thought it was the series House, you know. And to make things worse, we were the only 3 girls there. Like, WTF?! But yea. We sort of screamed a few times. Haha. Then they all went over to my place had Aunty Mitsy's make-people-happy-banana cake, then they went home. I had supper with mother after that with brother. THE END! Pics are below. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/ScIVj80aeqI/AAAAAAAABBk/1-ZP7csNsb8/s1600-h/IMG_0497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314834217616177826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/ScIVj80aeqI/AAAAAAAABBk/1-ZP7csNsb8/s320/IMG_0497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314835129924457266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/ScIWZDbqEzI/AAAAAAAABCM/_9EuJNnJ62s/s320/IMG_0498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314835129877569842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/ScIWZDQeoTI/AAAAAAAABCU/bjWC5h7Acgk/s320/IMG_0499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314834220665156738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/ScIVkILWNII/AAAAAAAABB8/IiqXVyu-1rQ/s320/IMG_0500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314834226206927698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/ScIVkc0m61I/AAAAAAAABCE/VyY7B7AK4xo/s320/IMG_0502.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314835129983175746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/ScIWZDpqDEI/AAAAAAAABCc/oyvgEPanUak/s320/IMG_0503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314835133466851570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/ScIWZQoOuPI/AAAAAAAABCk/J_UhB48dBtw/s320/IMG_0505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And behold... The last pic of the day.... Say hello toooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314835134597653666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/ScIWZU11ZKI/AAAAAAAABCs/duGyHGz1xyM/s320/IMG_0506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;STEF'S SMEXY LEGS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's post number one. This is the next day! Today's post I'll do it in another post. xP So, I decided to stay at home, since today and tomorrow I'll be going out again. But then, we had unexpected guest. Chels, Axel, Scott and Bran came over. Played with Chels' bubble machine then I called Sheryl so she came too. I tried calling Jamie but she wasn't at home so whatev. Then we watched Grudge 3 and man did we seriously screamed! OMG. When the kid's about to come out, there'll be a meowing then if it's the woman, it'll be that ahhhhh noise. Scary. Worse than House. Haha. Then we decided to watch more horror movies! We walked to BOUL! Me, Chels, Axel, Sheryl and to be safe, we dragged Scott along. Haha. So we bought The Unborn. I saw this thriller while watching House the day before and it was... Woah, you know. Haha. Then we also bought&lt;em&gt; tuts&lt;/em&gt;-drive since none of us have seen it and... For fun la. Haha. We watched tuts-drive first but since mum caught us, we changed it to Unborn and.. some screamed. Haha. Then after the movie, and also after mummy left, we watched tuts-drive again. Haha. Had dinner then Scott &amp;amp; Bran left. Followed by Chels, Axel and Sheryl. Fun! I don't think I took any pics.... So. TOODLES! I'll blog about my day in the next post.&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/7870357584542595814-8452622471201484216?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/8452622471201484216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=8452622471201484216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/8452622471201484216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/8452622471201484216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/03/horror.html' title='The horror.'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/ScIVj80aeqI/AAAAAAAABBk/1-ZP7csNsb8/s72-c/IMG_0497.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-7805102142108779761</id><published>2009-03-16T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T07:48:41.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The egomaniac has returned.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I had... an ok day, I guess. Yes, finally. A plan that actually happened. We went to Desserts!! WooHOO! I was so 'cite for it man. It was really hot but who cares right? Well I don't. Anyway, it was pretty embarrassing, cos once we got in Desserts, we were the loudest there and I had to drag a chair and that chair had to squeeze and sort of made an old man move his chair so our chair could move inside. LOL. Then three of us were all, sorry sorry sorry. Haha. I had 3 scoops of cookie and cream + cream + waffle stick! It was a 'create your own trio' ice-cream. I so totally missed their cookie and cream. It just has this, milky, rich flavour that jsut melts in your mouth. GOSH. Fabulous. Jamie had a scoop of mango ice-cream-that she didn't manage to finish, and Chels had cookie and cream blended and a something something marble cake. I didn't get to try it though. O well, there's always next time. We sat there for a while then left to buy my dearest Aunty May some more&lt;em&gt; sao rou&lt;/em&gt; for dinner for the children at home. But we went to I-don't-know-how-many-places-to-find-it and they were all out. Then we went to Moments. And omigosh. We totally saw the cutest, most awesome-st couple pillow ever. Well, to me that is. I was Nici brand and it was a munkeh! Gosh. Prettiest. EVER. Jamie took a pic of it. So I'll post it up later. Then we went to Belle's. I don't really our purpose of being there. But we sat at the Lego place to play. And we tried spelling our names with Lego's. I took a pic of mine. I didn't take the others. Haha. Then we also checked out the Lil Miss and Mr.'s corner! I tried looking for Mr. Trouble but they didn't had it. Darnity. After that, we saw this 'Making out in Japanese' book so Chels took one and I took the '&lt;u&gt;More&lt;/u&gt; Making out in Japanese' book. HAHA! Chels actually bought one. And man did we laughed our heads off reading it. There were in Tagalog, Korean, Chinese, English, Thai and if not mistaken, Vietnames? However you spell it. Funny la. Then Jamie bought a 'Making Cards' book for Mei Ru since she likes art so much. I bought nothing. Teehee. I didn't bring money ba. Yes, my ice-cream was paid by either Jamie or Chels. I'm not sure. lol. Went back, sit in the kitchen, waited for Jamie while she cooked. Although she was cooking for Chels. I was just chilling. Haha. Then went home, watched tv, ate dinner, shower. And now here. Hmm. Dull? Agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For once, we chatted online. Haha. Usually it's just texting and sometimes calls and seldom meets but yea. Haha. Somehow I've got nothing to say. Is it cos I'm blogging? or... not used to? I don't know. Doesn't matter! Hmm. Plan to go out tomorrow but where? Where oh where should I go? And who shall I go with... Hmm. If Lester was still around, he could drive me. HAHA! xP Hope you read this LESTER. Anyway, to the pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Sb5jo6s1TtI/AAAAAAAABAU/8ss6hVRg650/s1600-h/DSC00771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313794164946980562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Sb5jo6s1TtI/AAAAAAAABAU/8ss6hVRg650/s320/DSC00771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This. Is so not cool for our Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Sb5jp8Px0PI/AAAAAAAABAc/DqpW7WPhYzg/s1600-h/IMG_0488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313794182541857010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Sb5jp8Px0PI/AAAAAAAABAc/DqpW7WPhYzg/s320/IMG_0488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In Desserts. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Sb5jpy4FKPI/AAAAAAAABAk/qhy19oFQhwY/s1600-h/IMG_0490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313794180026542322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Sb5jpy4FKPI/AAAAAAAABAk/qhy19oFQhwY/s320/IMG_0490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Captionless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Sb5jqeOusAI/AAAAAAAABAs/mULA29Uuj8w/s1600-h/DSC00772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313794191664263170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Sb5jqeOusAI/AAAAAAAABAs/mULA29Uuj8w/s320/DSC00772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is good for Mr. Mysterious. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Sb5jqmyPzJI/AAAAAAAABA0/t60COox5vSE/s1600-h/IMG_0491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313794193960717458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Sb5jqmyPzJI/AAAAAAAABA0/t60COox5vSE/s320/IMG_0491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know, this morning I flipped through the channels in tv and one of the title said, 'Skunk Fu' LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Sb5lXPA5lhI/AAAAAAAABA8/HdYz6G5DpCI/s1600-h/IMG_0492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313796060185466386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Sb5lXPA5lhI/AAAAAAAABA8/HdYz6G5DpCI/s320/IMG_0492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I so love this. But even if I bought it, I wouldn't use it. So, yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Sb5lX27d99I/AAAAAAAABBE/59Gvu7jKhsM/s1600-h/IMG_0493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313796070900103122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Sb5lX27d99I/AAAAAAAABBE/59Gvu7jKhsM/s320/IMG_0493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; CHELSEA! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Sb5lYNTgfHI/AAAAAAAABBM/bxKNLaBLIQE/s1600-h/IMG_0494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313796076906511474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Sb5lYNTgfHI/AAAAAAAABBM/bxKNLaBLIQE/s320/IMG_0494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jamie! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Sb5lYmt9_qI/AAAAAAAABBU/eJ6FEHLAIgY/s1600-h/IMG_0495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313796083728383650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Sb5lYmt9_qI/AAAAAAAABBU/eJ6FEHLAIgY/s320/IMG_0495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't know her. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Sb5lYo6KXEI/AAAAAAAABBc/meIPi23Qixc/s1600-h/IMG_0496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313796084316396610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Sb5lYo6KXEI/AAAAAAAABBc/meIPi23Qixc/s320/IMG_0496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Read ma' name. xP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I'm not sure if I'll blog or not tomorrow. But whatever, you know. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-7805102142108779761?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/7805102142108779761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=7805102142108779761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/7805102142108779761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/7805102142108779761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/03/egomaniac-has-returned.html' title='The egomaniac has returned.'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Sb5jo6s1TtI/AAAAAAAABAU/8ss6hVRg650/s72-c/DSC00771.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-2901413281168175006</id><published>2009-03-15T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T21:48:26.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate this.</title><content type='html'>First of, I hated my day yesterday. Why? Well, the one place I wanted to be at, mummy didn't allowed, I didn't laugh the whole day, when I told Mr. Mysterious I couldn't be at the party, he got disappointed and I didn't really texted him the whole day except at night when I was upset! And I hated it that I got lazy to go to PBC with the others and also.. Remember that dinner I mentioned in my previous post? Yea, I ENDED UP AT HOME. &lt;u&gt;STARVING.&lt;/u&gt; That. Is not cool. Totally. NOT cool. But thanks to Aunty Mitsy's Hershey's chocolate chip banana cake, I totally felt way better. Sugar really does help. And mum knew I had a rough day so when I took my first piece of cake, she was eyeing me so hard that it felt freaking annoying. I tried so hard not to smile when I took my first bite of beauty but, unfortunately, failed. Then when she saw me smiling, she was insulted me!! ARGH. She was like, "yyyeeaaaa.. Finally yea? Something good happened! *laughs*" I SOOO wanted to do the 'wtf hand gesture' at her! Then I whispered shut up at her but I'm not sure if she heard 'cos she totally messed up my day. And. Yes, obviously, I started crying. While eating. And I laughed like a a egomaniac. Freak, right? &lt;em&gt;Damn straight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night when I went to sleep, Jac texted me and asked me out. I nearly jumped off my bed from excitment. But I was too sleepy and tired of everything so I just told her I'll comfirm with her today. So, this morning I woke up, feeling and thinking, "Hmmm. I think today I'll have a better, WAY better day than yesterday." And so, I went downstairs and was pretty shocked that brother woke up earlier than me. For once. Then, I asked mum if I could go out and warned her that she shouldn't negotiate with me cos I'm very, VERY looking forward to going out today. So she's like, ok ok. Go. Immediately, I texted Jac and told her I could go. FYI, that was at 9.00 AM something. And now I'm at Jamie's at 12.34 PM. Yea, I'm not going out. WOOHOO! &lt;s&gt;Fuck my day&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I got to Jamie, Chels' came to and I was so, so glad! Finally, FRIENDSSS! *sigh for relief* Yea, I'm actually laughing. Had bacon and eggs this morning and I felt like a &lt;u&gt;housewife&lt;/u&gt;. Why? Cos I did the bacons, toast, drinks, preparation and dishes! For once my brother didn't do a thing besides eat his own food! Mummy did the tomatoes and eggs. How housewife-ish right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie suggested we go to Dessert later! YAY! She totally read my mind. Cos after breakfast I wanted to have ice-cream and I didn't have any at home. So I wanted to go to Dessert! I love herrrr! She asked me to ask Mr. Mysterious to come too. Since I didn't see him yesterday. I guess. O well, I can't wait. :)) Luckily I brought my camera. But I didn't bring my money. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. I cannot stay at home tomorrow. NO WAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-2901413281168175006?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/2901413281168175006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=2901413281168175006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/2901413281168175006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/2901413281168175006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-hate-this.html' title='I hate this.'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-225976862349922277</id><published>2009-03-15T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T00:49:27.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ungrateful lil brat.</title><content type='html'>Fake Friends: Never ask for food&lt;br /&gt;Real Friends: are the reason you don't have  any food left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fake Friends: Bail you out of jail and tell you what you  did was wrong&lt;br /&gt;Real Friends: Would sit next to you saying "Damn. We're fucked  up, but that was FUN!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fake Friends: have never seen you cry&lt;br /&gt;Real  Friends: have cried with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fake Friends: Borrow your stuff for a few  days then give it back&lt;br /&gt;Real Friends: Keep your stuff so long they forget it's  yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fake Friends: Know a few things about you&lt;br /&gt;Real Friends: Could  write a book about you with direct quotations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fake Friends: Will leave  you behind if that is what the crowd is doing&lt;br /&gt;Real Friends: Will kick the  asses of the people who left you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fake Friends: Would knock on your front  door&lt;br /&gt;Real Friends: Walk right in and say "I'M HOME!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fake Friends: Are  for awhile&lt;br /&gt;Real Friends: Are for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this in Eexin's blog and man. Some are just hilarious. Like, the jail one. LOL. and the I'M HOME! thingo. I wanted to make my own version! But.. Nah. I figured it was too harsh. So whatever, you know? And lately, I've been saying a lot of 'whatever, you know', you know? Hmm. And yes, this is actually my second blog of the day cos I'm freaking bored. I have nothing better to do. I tried to read my manga but it takes forever to load, so screw it. O well. Nothing much to say. Gonna watch tv now. There better be something to watch. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. SAVE OUR HOME, THE EARTH! *thumbs up*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-225976862349922277?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/225976862349922277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=225976862349922277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/225976862349922277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/225976862349922277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/03/ungrateful-lil-brat.html' title='Ungrateful lil brat.'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-1961555996012998340</id><published>2009-03-14T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T22:58:52.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sundays at Tiffany's.</title><content type='html'>I've just finished reading this book called, Sundays at Tiffany's by James Patterson. Man. So, so, touching! *sniffles* I wanted to cry like when I was reading Vampire Academy? But I couldn't. Curses. Yes, it feels good crying. :D Anyway, I adore that book. Although it has 2 pages consist of lustful actions but whatever, you know. It's ok for me. But since I got the book from Jamie, she wrote a note to self thingo at the corner of the page. Something about don't read this page. I forgot. Haha. It was nice. From imaginary friend to love of her(the main character) life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I finally, in a very long time, went to morning mass at Lutong and I was sitting at the choir with Joan and Jac. It feels.. Right being there but I was a lil shy too. Haha. Then Jac wanted to go out so plan plan, then end up not going out. And I bailed the plan to Boat Club with Chels, Jamie and the footballers. Sorry guys! And I was suppose to go to Keith's birthday tonight but I can't? Cos mother said "Night time go all the way to lutong to some guy's house? NO" So yea. I was a lil.. Err, 'black-faced' when she said that but yea. Whatever la. I just didn't want to stay at home. But end up, I'm at home and only tonight I'm going dinner with Jac and the others. I feel kinda bad cos Mr. Mysterious wanted me to be at the party and I said I couldn't go and I can go dinner instead? I think he's a lil upset but just didn't want to admit or something. Sorry too! I really hope I have fun tonight. I was pretty much looking forward to the party since I had challenged Mr. Mysterious to a drinking-showdown, and I was thinking.. Hmm. What happens if I vomitted at him? OMG. HAHA. Never gonna happen. And us talking all night like before, all that. But. Yea, CURSES! Mother got in the way. Sheesh. I just wanna have fun. Like, c'mon. It's the holidays. It's just the beginning and she's already saying no to this and that. Party pooper right? *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe everyone's saying I'm promoting dirty stuff in my blog. T.T How heartache-ful. I was &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WEARING A SPAGHETTI TEE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, for God's sakes. I wouldn't take a pic of me naked and actually posting it in PUBLIC ok. &lt;s&gt;Especially when Lester's viewing my blog.&lt;/s&gt; Well, mummy's asking me to help her out in the kitchen so gotta go. I might upload pics from tonight's dinner. Total cam whore. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-1961555996012998340?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/1961555996012998340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=1961555996012998340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/1961555996012998340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/1961555996012998340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/03/sundays-at-tiffanys.html' title='Sundays at Tiffany&apos;s.'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-2549811064962855666</id><published>2009-03-13T05:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T06:31:10.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture blow out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SbpfCOL3gnI/AAAAAAAAA_4/GS40fG0XEbU/s1600-h/DSC00770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312663202209170034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SbpfCOL3gnI/AAAAAAAAA_4/GS40fG0XEbU/s320/DSC00770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Double rainbow! :)) Spotted by Chels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SbpfB1-ry0I/AAAAAAAAA_w/HuUDG8QZu1c/s1600-h/DSC00769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312663195711425346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SbpfB1-ry0I/AAAAAAAAA_w/HuUDG8QZu1c/s320/DSC00769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chelsea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SbpfBw7_RUI/AAAAAAAAA_o/ry6LuT2RrxU/s1600-h/DSC00762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312663194357941570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SbpfBw7_RUI/AAAAAAAAA_o/ry6LuT2RrxU/s320/DSC00762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I look like a dork. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SbpfBs9Rx9I/AAAAAAAAA_g/LkMi5vmdKgU/s1600-h/DSC00756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312663193289607122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SbpfBs9Rx9I/AAAAAAAAA_g/LkMi5vmdKgU/s320/DSC00756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok, I'm so lazy to drag it all the way down so continue up back here. The YMCA dance! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, I did this before and I totally have no clue what I pressed and EVERYTHING dissapeared. And when I went to look in my 'edit post', there was no draft. So.... I have to redo EVERYTHING. First of, I got all the pics and I'm gonna post them all! Went to pusat beliat with Chels and Jamie again. For fun and for a while. Song of the week! : Kelsey(original &amp;amp; acoustic) - Metro Station(intro-ed by Mr. Mysterious), Right Round - Flo Rida(intro-ed by Chels) and Give you Hell - All-American Rejects(intro-ed by ME! &lt;s&gt;Found on the tv.&lt;/s&gt;) xD To the pics! *Elvis Presley style*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312648674563902754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SbpR0mfUzSI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/y_62dCNcquw/s320/DSC02563.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Long ago, Chels' open house. :) Yea, I love eating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312648672898595970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SbpR0gSSPII/AAAAAAAAA7Y/ttq-vaRBIVk/s320/DSC02564.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Pass it on, babe. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312648680230241170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SbpR07mSQ5I/AAAAAAAAA7g/rXZeGCac17M/s320/DSC02792.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Watching the guys start the charcoal. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312654303540256642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SbpW8QD3n4I/AAAAAAAAA9A/MbFeiNZlksk/s320/DSC02797.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I was pointing at Sabrina btw. I totally didn't know that was her. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312648683375889922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SbpR1HURDgI/AAAAAAAAA7w/BcId4zs78Cg/s320/DSC02813.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I'm the one under the umbrella! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312649972664778018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SbpTAKSsPSI/AAAAAAAAA74/ZFVg6lS8x0Y/s320/DSC02822.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Deciding what to do next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312649976482031746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SbpTAYgy6II/AAAAAAAAA8A/pn2sSUagJio/s320/DSC07268.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Although Grace wasn't with us at pusat beliat, Jamie wrote her name. Lol. Ena's and ty's too. Somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312649974311076530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SbpTAQbMwrI/AAAAAAAAA8I/lCGbPQoGBhQ/s320/DSC07272.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It was raining baaa.. Yea, me and pink towel! Rock on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312649980450014834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SbpTAnS1hnI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/Z4eWlLIDeNs/s320/DSC00695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Random pic. Was spying on brother bathing Mango. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312649986999035762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SbpTA_sPp3I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/Any5OGiN_P0/s320/DSC00697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Spying on mummy folding clothes. But she caught me in the end. xP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312654313408371970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SbpW800nHQI/AAAAAAAAA9I/COaB3mI1l4M/s320/DSC00696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took everyone's pic, why not my own? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312652674753672994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SbpVdcW4tyI/AAAAAAAAA8o/U_Y52TQGc9M/s320/DSC00701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Whatever, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312652676436284642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SbpVdioDVOI/AAAAAAAAA8w/cA3vDAzXeRk/s320/DSC00703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Purdy skyy.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312652680066665090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SbpVdwJmioI/AAAAAAAAA84/R5FSfh_FLnM/s320/DSC00704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Fooling around during tuition. Do you see &lt;s&gt;a ghost&lt;/s&gt; anything? hmmm?!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312654313024562514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SbpW8zZGpVI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/TNgEohbhD-I/s320/DSC00705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a boutiqe too! If that's how you spell it. If you can see, at the end of the room is a mirror and you'll, might not see me and Chels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312654319545197554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SbpW9Lrvo_I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/7pikDBQQ2cA/s320/DSC00706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sheryl's youngest sis. Don't know how to spell her name. Haha. At Rainforest Cafe after that 'fun' day at GCM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312654322358981682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SbpW9WKmlDI/AAAAAAAAA9g/xiBo8-3vKAA/s320/DSC00711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Making of Welcome Home banner for Uncle Thomas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312656527042177570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SbpY9rQCaiI/AAAAAAAAA9o/J3F5Eby8QbY/s320/DSC00713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Rock n Roll Mei Ru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312656533575218834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SbpY-DlotpI/AAAAAAAAA9w/lN70yx-MqGY/s320/DSC00714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;That rescue 999 came in with 2 fainted Bakong athelets. And as you can see, the people crowded there are all FAMILY! :) Dropping and checking uncle Thomas in at GH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312656540031977442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SbpY-bpDB-I/AAAAAAAAA94/aCglxArKLVs/s320/DSC00717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The bouquet that we, kids, were suppose to pay for. I don't know if mum paid for me or not. O well. *walks away, whistling* If I could whistle. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312656537541029682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SbpY-SXKLzI/AAAAAAAAA-A/bmbx_9-1RII/s320/DSC00720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Can you see ju-on up front? Yea... Dangerous so me and Sheryl stayed at the back. haha. During tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312656539537283602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SbpY-ZzGmhI/AAAAAAAAA-I/MkAkv_NJ2fE/s320/DSC00726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last time we were at pusat beliat. "We're trapped!!" - Chels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312658799027236802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SbpbB7DfL8I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/cG9Fugr-X68/s320/DSC00735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Meet my new best friend! Mr. Trash bin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312658808894189970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SbpbCfz88ZI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/8D2J3kejWPs/s320/DSC00738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Chels! FLY! Flap your wings babeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312658816642152242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SbpbC8rNdzI/AAAAAAAAA-g/m3EVO2OJUuw/s320/DSC00739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Her tree. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312658815271907410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SbpbC3khMFI/AAAAAAAAA-o/IEI_zeldgoM/s320/DSC00742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We stayed till dark and saw, well, I saw some hunk-a-burnin-love. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312658818360183106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SbpbDDE0iUI/AAAAAAAAA-w/ksP80WMUdFk/s320/DSC00744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Some more pics from the BBQ. Starting the charcoal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312660920642013458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Sbpc9ar3iRI/AAAAAAAAA-4/3qr8pqc7SUE/s320/DSC00746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is just round one and half of it is gone. Haha. Sheryl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312660923563669122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Sbpc9lkcdoI/AAAAAAAAA_A/zxYxq1rxibY/s320/DSC00748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't trust me. Haha. Chels' tee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312660924081211842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Sbpc9nf1icI/AAAAAAAAA_I/ZKA4n-JsggM/s320/DSC00749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's twister, piano, massaging, looking for songs to sing going on. And me. Taking pics!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312660928118474370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Sbpc92iZRoI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/2ABY96TmsWs/s320/DSC00751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;They're dueting. haha. Forgot what was the song. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312660926644765666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Sbpc9xDCQ-I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/lXaEk5vIoTo/s320/DSC00753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Twister! Err, sorry Grace. Lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. I'm never doing this again. -.- It's utterly exhausting. You better enjoy it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/7870357584542595814-2549811064962855666?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/2549811064962855666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=2549811064962855666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/2549811064962855666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/2549811064962855666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/03/picture-blow-out.html' title='Picture blow out.'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SbpfCOL3gnI/AAAAAAAAA_4/GS40fG0XEbU/s72-c/DSC00770.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-8321242662545156610</id><published>2009-03-09T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:07:08.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it for fun. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Here are the rules - post this list on your profile replacing my answers with yours.&lt;br /&gt;Tag 5 people to do the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;If I tagged you, it’s because I want to know more about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?&lt;br /&gt;Mother said I was named after some China actress?&lt;br /&gt;2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?&lt;br /&gt;Err, I think it was Sunday night? Yea lately I've been crying a lot.&lt;br /&gt;3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?&lt;br /&gt;I don't really hate it but I don't really like it either. Ok ok la.&lt;br /&gt;4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE LUNCH MEAT?&lt;br /&gt;Any meat would do. I like all meat!&lt;br /&gt;5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS?&lt;br /&gt;D: Are you saying I look fat?! Well, no I DO NOT. I'm only 13 going on 14!&lt;br /&gt;6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Err, I guess so. I don't know? I don't see any good in me though.&lt;br /&gt;7. DO YOU USE SARCASM?&lt;br /&gt;To does I wanna get rid of, yea.&lt;br /&gt;8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS?&lt;br /&gt;o.o What's that?? If it has to do with anything with my body no. Cos I've never been in surgery.&lt;br /&gt;9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP?&lt;br /&gt;SUREE! Definitely!&lt;br /&gt;10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE CEREAL?&lt;br /&gt;Currently, honey stars!&lt;br /&gt;11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?&lt;br /&gt;Nah, what's the point?&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE ICE CREAM?&lt;br /&gt;I don't exactly have a favourite ice cream. Mango, vanilla, choco, cookies and cream, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;15. RED OR PINK?&lt;br /&gt;RED. pink? no way.&lt;br /&gt;16. WHAT IS YOUR LEAST FAVOURITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF?&lt;br /&gt;The worst? My face. -.-&lt;br /&gt;17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST ?&lt;br /&gt;Currently? the old maid that used to come. (This maid is well dumb)&lt;br /&gt;18. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO COMPLETE THIS LIST?&lt;br /&gt;Who would stop half way right?&lt;br /&gt;19. WHAT COLOUR OF PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING?&lt;br /&gt;No shoes allowed inside. And my pants are brown?&lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?                                                                            If I ever see your face again - Maroon 5 ft. Rihana&lt;br /&gt;22. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOUR WOULD YOU BE?                                                  Hmmm. I don't know. Purple's kinda out.. Green?&lt;br /&gt;23. FAVOURITE SMELLS?&lt;br /&gt;The smell of my kiddy blanket in the closet. :)&lt;br /&gt;24. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?&lt;br /&gt;Mum.&lt;br /&gt;25. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I took it. *innocent smile* But yea, why not? :)&lt;br /&gt;26. FAVOURITE SPORTS TO WATCH?&lt;br /&gt;Badminton.&lt;br /&gt;27. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS?&lt;br /&gt;Yea.&lt;br /&gt;30 FAVOURITE FOOD?&lt;br /&gt;That's a pretty stupid question. I like most food so.. any?&lt;br /&gt;31. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?&lt;br /&gt;Depends.&lt;br /&gt;32. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED?&lt;br /&gt;What movie did I watched last night?? Err, I think it was Hitman. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;33. WHAT COLOUR OF SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING?&lt;br /&gt;Red.&lt;br /&gt;34. SUMMER OR WINTER?&lt;br /&gt;Winter would do. :)&lt;br /&gt;35. HUGS OR KISSES?&lt;br /&gt;Both are comforting. x)&lt;br /&gt;36. FAVOURITE DESSERT?&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;37. MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND?                                                                                                       To what?&lt;br /&gt;38. LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND?&lt;br /&gt;To what??&lt;br /&gt;39.WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING?&lt;br /&gt;I finished it actually. waiting for my next. Err, Loves me, Loves me not.&lt;br /&gt;40. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD?&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a mouse pad?&lt;br /&gt;42. FAVOURITE SOUND(S)?&lt;br /&gt;BATMAN'S THEME SONG!&lt;br /&gt;43.ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES ?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I don't listen to them.&lt;br /&gt;44. WHAT IS THE FURTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME?&lt;br /&gt;aussie.&lt;br /&gt;45. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT?&lt;br /&gt;Err, nothing?&lt;br /&gt;46. WHERE WERE YOU BORN?&lt;br /&gt;Miri.&lt;br /&gt;47. WHOSE ANSWERS ARE YOU LOOKING FORWARD TO GETTING BACK?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. anyone?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-8321242662545156610?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/8321242662545156610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=8321242662545156610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/8321242662545156610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/8321242662545156610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-did-it-for-fun.html' title='I did it for fun. :)'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-7194349535853810222</id><published>2009-03-09T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T20:29:52.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a good thing.</title><content type='html'>I bailed school. Again! Nge. I have my reasons, alright. First, I didn't do my chinese project. Shh. Second, I don't to see idiotic faces. Third, I'm lazy! :D See. I gave 3 reasons. 3! I'm just gonna crash at home today since there's a maid and she's new. So I like, gotta keep watch on her, you know. Yea. So I've decided to update my Friendster, blog and my phone. All the songs in my phone are so dull so I'm uploading new ones. But then, I don't have much pics to upload in my Friendster. Gah. Nevermind. I'll cam whore during the weekends. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Guess the last time I was 'depressed' I missed out one mr. What should I name you.... OH YEA! I did give you a name. Mr. Mysterious. Right. Haha. Yea he's back. :) It's a good thing alright. And I can't believe I challenge him on a Drinking competition. Drinking as in you-know-what. Alcohol. Like come on, he's been drinking for I don't know how long and I seldom drink. I'm gonna lose. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Dom and Augustine chatting with me from the school library. I wonder if they spread that I'm online. :\ and TCY misses me... AWW. Haha. xP O well, sorry people. I needed more time out from school. Ah crap, Mr. Tang saw that I told Augustine I was lazy. No more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, a few friends and the footballers went over to Chels' place for BBQ. It was fun. But during CNY's open house was better, I gotta say. We played water balloon, twister, karoake(however you spell it), and a lil of uno. It took them forever to get the charcoals burning but it was ok. The chicken was nice but it was exactly cooked. But whatever, you know. It's not like I'm sick. Well, not from the chicken that is. Anyway, the karoake part was funny. My brother was practically singing the whole time. Haha. Changing the lyrics to some dirty ones, doing the Y.M.C.A, rapping. Classic. Then, played Twister. I end up being in a sort of, obsence position but whatever, you know. It's not like the guy was 'on' me or whatever. o.o What the hell am I saying? ANYWAY! haha. Yea, then before we left we played a lil of UNO. It was complicated. But ok la. Bel's sherperd pie was nice. And as usual, Chels' spaghetti rocked my world. I didn't get to eat the jelly I brought. But whatever la. AND! OMG. I can't believe I didn't get to eat Bran's banana cake! ARGH. Beautiful, tasty banana cakeeee!! T.T I have a few pics But some more are with Jamie so I'll upload them after I get them from Jamie. and Chels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was the editor of People magazine, I would vote Timothy Olyphant as sexiest man alive. I saw Hitman on Sunday night and man was he hot-a-li-cious. Then I would vote Jason Statham from The Transporter. Wait, he isn't that hot. But whatever. Haha. So I'm gonna end here. Toodles! :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-7194349535853810222?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/7194349535853810222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=7194349535853810222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/7194349535853810222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/7194349535853810222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-good-thing.html' title='It&apos;s a good thing.'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-4846181714255426493</id><published>2009-03-07T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T04:11:06.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag.</title><content type='html'>First tag tagged by Lester and Joan. 2 in one. Special right? (:&lt;br /&gt;100 truths, tag 10 people to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to tag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last beverage → Water.&lt;br /&gt;Last phone call → err, oh right. mum.&lt;br /&gt;Last text message → Josh.&lt;br /&gt;Last song you listened to → currently ; Love hurts. o.o KARMA! *lost  soul*&lt;br /&gt;Last time you cried→ Last night from Georgia Rule. curses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;Dated someone twice → Err, yea? wait, what? lol.&lt;br /&gt;Been cheated on → Nah.&lt;br /&gt;Kissed someone &amp;amp; regretted it → No. I don't regret kissing him.&lt;br /&gt;Lost someone special→ all the time. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN THE PAST MONTH HAVE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;Fallen out of love → wish I didnt.&lt;br /&gt;Laughed until you cried → YEA. almost everyday in school!&lt;br /&gt;Met someone who changed your life → err, think so?&lt;br /&gt;Found out someone was talking about you → guess so? my friends talk about me too, you know.&lt;br /&gt;How many people on your top friends do you know in real life? → err, all? lol.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any pets → yea. MANGO!&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to change your name → not anymore?&lt;br /&gt;What time did you wake up today → 6am. Then went back to sleep till 9am.&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at midnight last night → Sleeping. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Name something you cannot wait for → The guy.&lt;br /&gt;The last time you saw your father→ Before CNY.&lt;br /&gt;What's one thing you wish you could change→ That I've never met certain people.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever talked to a person named Tom → no? lol.&lt;br /&gt;What's getting on your nerves right now → The thought of those people.&lt;br /&gt;What's your name → Emma.&lt;br /&gt;Elementary/Primary School→ Chung Hua Krokop, SRSM, ST Jo.&lt;br /&gt;Middle/Secondary School → RRSS.&lt;br /&gt;High School → RRSS, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Hair color → Brownish black?&lt;br /&gt;Long or short → Short.&lt;br /&gt;Are you a health freak → no. I'm an opposite.&lt;br /&gt;Righty or lefty → Righty! :)&lt;br /&gt; FIRSTS :&lt;br /&gt;First surgery → never.&lt;br /&gt;First piercing → 7 i think?&lt;br /&gt;First best friend → honestly, I don't remember. :\&lt;br /&gt;First sport you joined → Swimming.&lt;br /&gt;First pet → Fish!&lt;br /&gt;First vacation → can't recall. to Langkawi to prevent Hand mouth watever disease?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTLY :&lt;br /&gt;Eating → nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Drinking → my saliva.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting → for me to finish this so I can go to the bathroom. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE :&lt;br /&gt;Want kids? → Yea. i guess.&lt;br /&gt;Want to get married?→ If Mr. Right actually exists.&lt;br /&gt;Careers in mind? → Veterinary, Dancer.&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;br /&gt;Kissed a stranger → is he hot? I don't mind. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Drank Wine/Beer/alcohol → why not?&lt;br /&gt;Lost glasses/contacts → contacts.&lt;br /&gt;Ran away from home → Nah.&lt;br /&gt;Broken someone's heart → dun even talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;Been arrested → almost. haha. just kidding. nah&lt;br /&gt;Cried when someone died → nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;Yourself → sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Miracles → maybe?&lt;br /&gt;Love at first sight → sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Heaven → Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss on the first date→ depends who.&lt;br /&gt;Angels → sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY :&lt;br /&gt;Is there one person you want to be with right now? → I don't need anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time? → no.&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in God? → Sure. If not I wouldn't be here right?&lt;br /&gt; Tag: anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-4846181714255426493?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/4846181714255426493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=4846181714255426493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/4846181714255426493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/4846181714255426493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/03/tag.html' title='Tag.'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-6144063424965651675</id><published>2009-03-07T03:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T03:35:45.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know, I won't bite. Right?</title><content type='html'>One of my friend. Texted me, right. And guess what he asked? *chuckles* He asked if he could talk to me in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji ben yi sia de lo this friend. Yea, I had that same look on my face when he asked me. Like, WTH? O well, yesterday, me, Chels, Jamie went to watch the footballers strut their stuff and I had a good time. :) It was around St. Co. At first it was just a group of babes practicing softball and man did they suck in push-ups. Anyway, then a whole big gang of 18-20+ guys came and raid the field! Gosh. And one of them was from our school. In school, he's.. from-school-point-of-veiw, a totally nerd. But yesterday, he sort of like, picked the edge of his shirt and wiped his face. MAN. Hot-a-li-cious. At the same time, I looked at his direction so I 'accidently' saw 6 woo-so-licious packs. Haha. Yes, I adore guys with packs. Anyway, we did some silly stuff too. Like, chels' best friend was the tree, and sean's was.. err, I forgot. And I have one too! The trash can which has socks in 'em! I took a pic of it. *nods with :D* I took a few pics and some I gotta grab from Chels' blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, on the way home after my woo-so-funky day, I passed by SK North right? and it was what, 1900+? And there were still kids hanging around. And I was thinking, what the hell are the parents thinking leaving they're tiny, puny kids out at this hour?! Especially after a long day of school. If it was me, I would definitely cry and scream. I would even walk home than wait there, thinking and hoping, "Oh mum's coming soon la. She must be in traffic or something." Pish-posh! It hurts just thinking about it. Like, there's this one time. In kindi. My mum was only 1 hour late and I cried like when a kid doens't win in a challenge or whatever. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the first day I washed my own A/C. xP Yea, although some service people did it before CNY but mum wanted me and brother to do it again. *sigh* Fyi, it WASN'T dirty. She such really be in the Cleanaholics show. Anyway, Mango's sick again!! T.T Well, slightly. Poor mango. He was all moody and not jumpy when I went out of the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a whole month of not dancing, today. The first Saturday of March. Me and Jamie started class again. And our class was 11 AM? But we went at 9.30 instead to warm-up. HAHA! Well, as usual teacher would ask to help the earlier class so what the heck, you know? Sometimes it's really fun to teach them. The kiddos, I mean. 4 hours of dancing is.. something I don't always do but looking forward to do every weekend. :) Yea, I love dancing. It's in the blood alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, I watched Georgia Rule last night. And it made me break into tears like, 3 times man! It is annoying. It's as annoying watching people cry and you'll eventually cry too. But it is touching. :) Ah. man. I'm getting lazy to post pics. again. Sorry. Not today. I have 2 tags to do man. Pics post will be... sometime soon. I hope. Haha. Good day. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-6144063424965651675?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/6144063424965651675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=6144063424965651675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/6144063424965651675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/6144063424965651675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-know-i-wont-bite-right.html' title='You know, I won&apos;t bite. Right?'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-3069410375446357794</id><published>2009-03-04T03:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T03:40:55.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Home, Uncle Thomas.</title><content type='html'>Uncle Thomas, who has suffered from stroke last month and was sent to Kuching's hospital for surgery and treatment, is finally back home in Miri! He's currently staying at G.H. Hope after school we get to visit him. I didn't get a chance to talk to him or even really look at him. When he and his wife got out from the baggage lounge place, my gosh, the once super fat uncle was now so.. skinny. But still kinda plum but still, considered skinny for him. First impression was that he looked scary and stiff. But once he got out, my aunty just hugged him and she started sobbing and that made my uncle cried too. And there went Amy Jie Jie-daughter of my uncle, cry too. Then me. -.- Jamie nearly but she held it in. I couldn't stand looking at others cry! Argh. It's annoying. Then he went straight in the ambulance then hospital. When we left, he didn't get a room yet and mum said we should go home first. So yea. I didn't get to take a pic of him while we were at the airport cos I freaking left my phone in the car. Sheesh. But I did take some pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Jamie, Bao Wen, and Mei Ru totally drew him a Welcome Home banner! Didi did some too but mostly was Jamie and Mei Ru. I guess, I just traced the words with marker. :\ Aunty May ordered a bouquet of flowers for him too! But we kids gotta pay up. RM 9 each. *grumbles* But what the heck, once in a while, you know? When we were waiting for te ambulance to set the wheeled-bed thingo up, my mum stood in front of my uncle and hold the banner right in front of him like a kid and told him to look at it and read it. She was like, "*holds it up* NAH! Lu bo kua tiok ho? (you didnt see it right?) WELCOME HOME! Yay!" Yea, she totally said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, I wonder if this post will cover up my project. :\ Cos Mr. Tang said that my group will be presenting and I freaked when I heard it! Cos I didn't really get what I was typing down in my project? So yea. And I just noted down every detail from that project post. I so hope-if Mr. Tang reads this, he won't evily pop questions for me. *pretend to claw my eyes out* gosh. Well, math homework? became as tall as the laundry at home. And we have A LOT of laundry. *nods* Well, I wanna go do some Wiki-ing. So later! Finger crossed for tomorrows presentation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. Pics... as usual, delayed. Sorry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-3069410375446357794?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/3069410375446357794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=3069410375446357794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/3069410375446357794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/3069410375446357794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/03/welcome-home-uncle-thomas.html' title='Welcome Home, Uncle Thomas.'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-1246093268423137519</id><published>2009-03-02T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T19:40:50.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Science project by Emma, Brandon, Sheryl and Hillary! x)</title><content type='html'>We present to you, The &lt;s&gt;Plants&lt;/s&gt; Greens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SaylDvThreI/AAAAAAAAA5A/Nprv_VtCq-M/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308799544419528162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SaylDvThreI/AAAAAAAAA5A/Nprv_VtCq-M/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The cycad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SaylDjmONtI/AAAAAAAAA44/G5oEFkWKf04/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308799541276718802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SaylDjmONtI/AAAAAAAAA44/G5oEFkWKf04/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Gingko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SaylDbSdDaI/AAAAAAAAA4w/SWP836Be4HI/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308799539046321570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SaylDbSdDaI/AAAAAAAAA4w/SWP836Be4HI/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The cupresses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SaylDSIzi4I/AAAAAAAAA4o/nA9x05YxjF8/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308799536589933442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SaylDSIzi4I/AAAAAAAAA4o/nA9x05YxjF8/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The female cones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SaylDY9ztxI/AAAAAAAAA4g/wl1IzN5gm3w/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308799538422855442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SaylDY9ztxI/AAAAAAAAA4g/wl1IzN5gm3w/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The male cones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308800742128574770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SaymJdHnYTI/AAAAAAAAA5I/z3hMvzlcBxY/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The cunninghamia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308800745397943202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SaymJpTF-6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/RwWjnB2HNxQ/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Lastly, THE GYMNOSPERMS. Ke-cao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ladies and Mr. Tang, we present to you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gymnosperms.&lt;/span&gt; *dum dum.. DUMMMM.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, since we have a science project, we're required to talk about &lt;u&gt;GYMNOSPERMS!&lt;/u&gt; For what we've researched on, gymnosperms is a group of spermatophyte seed-bearing plants with ovules on scales, which are usually arranged in cone-like structures. The term 'gymnosperms' comes from a Greek word &lt;em&gt;gumnospermos, &lt;/em&gt;meaning 'naked seeds' and referring to the unenclosed condition of the seeds. When they are produced they are found naked on the scales of a cone or similar structure. The main reproductive organ of gymnosperms is called &lt;u&gt;scaly cone&lt;/u&gt;. There are two types of scaly cones : male cones and female cones. After fertilization, the ovules develop into winged seeds that can be dispersed by wind. The examples of gymnosperms are pines, cupressus, ginkgo, cycad, cunninghamia and so on. Cypresses and cunninghamia have needle-like leaves which are known as &lt;strong&gt;conifers&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides that, gymnosperms produce microspores from microsporangia that develop into pollen grains and megaspores from megasporangia that are retained in an ovule. The seed consists of an embryo, the remains of the female gametophyte, which serve as a food supply, and the seed coat or integument. Reproduction in gymnosperms varies greatly. Cycads and gingko have motile sperms that swim directly to the egg inside the ovule, while conifers and gnetophytes have sperm with no flagella that are conveyed to the egg along a pollen tube which grows through the micropyle which is a microscopic gap in the integument of the ovule tissue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before we end this assignment, pictures are available some where up there. I hope this 'topic' has been very helpful to whoever's reading this! TY. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. Brandon's smexy.&lt;/span&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/7870357584542595814-1246093268423137519?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/1246093268423137519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=1246093268423137519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/1246093268423137519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/1246093268423137519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/03/science-project-by-emma-brandon-sheryl.html' title='Science project by Emma, Brandon, Sheryl and Hillary! x)'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SaylDvThreI/AAAAAAAAA5A/Nprv_VtCq-M/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-7092111053896848809</id><published>2009-03-02T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T02:56:38.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy-schmeezy, you say?</title><content type='html'>I have the weirdest assignment I gotta do for Science. I have to find info on one of the sub-topics in Chapter 3 in my Science text book, which we're(my group) doing about something that has to do with sperms. I think? I know the word ends with that word. The front I have no idea. So, later I'm just gonna do some early research and MAYBE. If it's even allowed, save some stuff in my pendrive and bring it to school. xD Save time man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was so frustrated last night that I couldn't go to sleep cos I wanted so badly to tell mother I didn't want to continue my tuition as it burdens me. -.- So I got up and went downstairs and asked her. At first she protested, of course, then she said ok. THEN. This morning she was all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to school...&lt;br /&gt;Mum : Ah mei ar,&lt;br /&gt;Me : Yea?&lt;br /&gt;Mum : about the tuition thing, I don't think it's a good idea. What happens if you fail?&lt;br /&gt;Me : *pretending to claw my eyes out* I won't la... And it's only for a month until I get my periodic 2 results! I dont waaaannnnnntttttt....... *whines like some spoil brat*&lt;br /&gt;Mum : I still don't think it's a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;Me : aaaaaaahhhhh... I donttttt wwwwaaaannnnttttttt.... *whines even more*&lt;br /&gt;Mum : *silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school I asked mum if I had to go tuition and I started whining again. Haha. I just realized that I was acting like a total spoiled, annoying, stubborn brat. But seriously, I rather wash dishes everyday-which I do, than go to stupid tuition! *frowns* Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've finished This Lullaby and Lock and Key by Sarah Dessen. It's a book by the way. I think I wanna talk about Lock and Key for my second english oral. It's so saddening. First, Ruby's dad left them, then her sis-Cora, then her own mum just dissapeared! And then Ruby found out the truth about her mum's hidden secret. Then her bf-Nate, has an abusive dad! Gosh. Some messed up story. It's a really nice story though. Happy ending. :) Now reading some book that I can't believe I would read named, Love me, Love me not. Gosh. It's such.. like, typical teen girls book. Ugh. I so can't wait for Blue Bloods second and third book to come and Vampire Academy's third book. My.. err, what's that word? eager-ness? Ah, screw it. All I'm saying is that, I can't wait to continue reading vampire books. They're always soo... Blood lust. Nge. Yea, I prefer that typo lust than normal lust. Say whatever you want. That's ME! x))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I downloaded Lucky by Jason Mraz ft. Colbie Calliat since last weekend and now, it's still searching. ARGH. Stupid Ares. Best song of the week! I'd Hate To Be You When People Find Out What This Song Is About - Mayday Parade. Yea, title's long huh. Love the song. Lyric's down there. ENJOY while I go do that research. Toddles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we both go down together&lt;br /&gt;we'd stay there forever&lt;br /&gt;just try to get up&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;this wasn't easy&lt;br /&gt;when i asked you, believe me&lt;br /&gt;and never let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i'm thinking of the worst things&lt;br /&gt;that i could say to you&lt;br /&gt;but a promise doesn't mean a thing anymore&lt;br /&gt;and this never will be right with me&lt;br /&gt;and now you're trying to desperately&lt;br /&gt;but i'm tongue tied and terrified of what i'll say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we both go down together&lt;br /&gt;we may stay there forever&lt;br /&gt;i'll just try to get up&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;this wasn't easy&lt;br /&gt;when i asked you, believe meyou never let go&lt;br /&gt;but i let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could only sing you sad songs&lt;br /&gt;and you could sing along&lt;br /&gt;and you could see the melody&lt;br /&gt;that's been calling out your wrongs&lt;br /&gt;and this never will be right with me&lt;br /&gt;and now you're trying to desperately&lt;br /&gt;but i'm tongue tied and terrified of what i'll say&lt;br /&gt;but i never told you everything&lt;br /&gt;i'm losing hope and fading dreams&lt;br /&gt;and every single memory along the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we both go down together&lt;br /&gt;we may stay there forever&lt;br /&gt;i'll just try to get up&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;this wasn't easy&lt;br /&gt;when i asked you, believe me&lt;br /&gt;you never let go&lt;br /&gt;but i let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we both go down together&lt;br /&gt;and stay there forever&lt;br /&gt;just try to get up&lt;br /&gt;and then we both go down together&lt;br /&gt;we may stay there forever&lt;br /&gt;i'll just try to get up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;this wasn't easy&lt;br /&gt;when i asked you, believe me&lt;br /&gt;you never let go&lt;br /&gt;but i let go. - Mayday Parade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-7092111053896848809?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/7092111053896848809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=7092111053896848809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/7092111053896848809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/7092111053896848809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/03/easy-schmeezy-you-say.html' title='Easy-schmeezy, you say?'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-6053936093842107909</id><published>2009-02-27T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T03:13:13.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why just listen when you can play?</title><content type='html'>Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you. Emma Lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that was just something I thought of. Nothing big. So, today's a Friday. Yesterday our school A/C started working but from Mr. Tang and my friends, they said it started on Wed instead. But anyway, I didn't really study much besides for more insane math and some.. disgusting and not so disgusting info on dentition. &gt;.&gt; Scrapping off plague off your teeth is disgusting. And I can't believe it that when Mr. Tang said it most of the guys started scratching their teeth! *face turns green* Ew. Moving on, one day of skipping school = missing out a lot. Like, math! Man, one day missing 2 periods of math and the next day, I didn't get a thing what Mdm. Menike was saying! Well, a lil but not completely like how I'm suppose to. :\ But I did catch up. Which took me a period of busy-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides school, on Wed, about 1600+ something? I was on the pc and I was on wikiHow? Somehow. Asking dumb questions. Huh. Anyway, I ain't gonna ask what I asked. :) Anyway, then suddenly, loud screams and shouting "mummy mummy mummy" can be heard outside my gate. And mango was barking, not so viciously but he did bark. Then my mum went out and started going all, "HI!" in her squeaky voice. Then guess who. JAMIE'S FAMILY! besides her dad, of course. They rode their bikes over and I wanted to join them. Got changed and jogged while they all cycle. -.- But I didn't mind. Over to their house to get the other bike. Yea, they have lots of bikes. They even have a two-sitted one. Jamie's mum in front while the youngest brother at the back. Then cycled like, I-don't-know-how-many-rounds around Jamie's house. Then I stayed till about 2100+? Then walked back home. Yadiya. Then showered. Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came over too today! So obviously I'm blogging at her place now. I didn't jog though today. Yes, I feel shy if people stared. Anyway, cycled too. And I tried to use the two-sitted bike! It's ok. I rode with didi(Jamie's youngest brother). Teehee. Ok la, I tried doing my regular sit-ups? But my stupid pants hurt my butt/back. So I couldn't do it. I said I wanted to do it on the sofa, but didn't. Nge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I'm chatting with Lester about dieting stuff again. He's saying some stuff about getting his packs back and I'm telling him some stuff of my own which, of course, I ain't gonna publish it here. xP And once again, I'm so lazy to upload pics. So gotta wait. :) GOOD DAY PEOPLE! Going GCM with Dom, Sheryl and some other guys tomorrow. Definitely will blog about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-6053936093842107909?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/6053936093842107909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=6053936093842107909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/6053936093842107909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/6053936093842107909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-just-listen-when-you-can-play.html' title='Why just listen when you can play?'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-8716328339564890650</id><published>2009-02-24T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T23:08:21.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You want Britney and Taylor to duet? Buy one of their CDs and play them together.</title><content type='html'>001. Real name → Emma Lee Chin Er&lt;br /&gt;002. Nickname(s)→ Ching/Ah ching.&lt;br /&gt;004. Zodiac sign → Libra.&lt;br /&gt;005. Male or female → Well, exhibit A: I've got 2 bumps growing in front of my chest and I don't have anything that'll stand in my pants, now do I?&lt;br /&gt;006. Elementary → SJK Chung Hua, Sri Mawar, St jo.&lt;br /&gt;007. Middle School → RRSS.&lt;br /&gt;008. High School → I'm not even there yet. But I'll say RRSS.&lt;br /&gt;009. College School → Hmm. I have no idea. :\&lt;br /&gt;010. Hair color → Blackish brown?&lt;br /&gt;011. Long or short → SHORT! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;012. Loud or Quiet → Loud i guess. But sometimes I'm quiet?&lt;br /&gt;013. Sweats or Jeans → Jeans.&lt;br /&gt;014. Phone or Camera → well my phone has a camera so I'll say phone? Camera's ok too.&lt;br /&gt;015. Health freak → no. But I do take care of myself.&lt;br /&gt;016. Drink or Smoke? → Drink. I dun wanna have smelly smoky breath ok.&lt;br /&gt;017. Do you have a crush on someone? → did. yea, not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;018. Eat or Drink → both. -.- how can i taste if i have a dry mouth, u tell me?&lt;br /&gt;019. Piercings → 4. Planning my fifth one.&lt;br /&gt;020. Tattoos → not yet. haha. I'll get one when im in a legal status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS:&lt;br /&gt;023. First piercing → hmm. when I was 7? I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;024. First best friend → I forgot. xP&lt;br /&gt;025. First award → Kindi graduation. haha.&lt;br /&gt;026. First crush - real crush? haha. shh.&lt;br /&gt;027. First pet → 2 fish. dunno wat fish was it.&lt;br /&gt;028. First big vacation → August 2007. I went to aus for the first time. :))&lt;br /&gt;030. First big birthday → when I was 5 i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTLY:&lt;br /&gt;049. Eating → Kompia with Sibu sausages. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;050. Drinking → Nothing. But going to after I finish my kompia. :)&lt;br /&gt;052. I'm about to → finish swallowing my food?&lt;br /&gt;053. Listening to → The sound of me typing, and the cpu running.&lt;br /&gt;054. Plans for today → Hmm. watch tv, homework? eat sleep.&lt;br /&gt;055. Waiting for → i hopes and dreams to come through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE:&lt;br /&gt;058. Want kids? → Guess so. See la.&lt;br /&gt;059. Want to get married? → Sure. :)&lt;br /&gt;060. Careers in mind → Vet. Or something to do with medical. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER IN THE BOY/GIRL YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;068. Lips or eyes →Lips la. But eyes are sexy too. rawr.&lt;br /&gt;070. Shorter or taller? → tall. I don't want to kneel down just to kiss my bf ok. or make him stand on my feet so we can dance.&lt;br /&gt;072. Romantic or spontaneous → Both?&lt;br /&gt;073. Nice stomach or nice arms → I dun wan nice. I wan sexy and hot. but not too muscular la. :))&lt;br /&gt;074. Sensitive or loud → a lil of both I guess.&lt;br /&gt;075. Hook-up or relationship → Hmm. long relationships. But I dont think I can keep one unless im so super crazy for the guy.&lt;br /&gt;076. Trouble maker or hesitant → I prefer. Trouble maker than hesitant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;080. Lost glasses/contacts → Contacts. not glasses.&lt;br /&gt;081. Ran away from home → Nah, no where to go anyway.&lt;br /&gt;082. Held a gun/knife for self defense → no. But I was pretending to kill the air with a knife! :D&lt;br /&gt;083. Killed somebody → read question 82 please.&lt;br /&gt;084. Broken someone's heart → guess so. I was really cold before.&lt;br /&gt;085. Been arrested → nah. I'm a good girl. xP&lt;br /&gt;087. Cried when someone died → yea. i hate it when tht happens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;089. Yourself → sure. :)&lt;br /&gt;090. Miracles → some. yes.&lt;br /&gt;091. Love at first sight → hmm. sort of. not fully though.&lt;br /&gt;092. Heaven → 110%!&lt;br /&gt;093. Santa Claus → go to hell.&lt;br /&gt;094 Tooth Fairy → used to. :)&lt;br /&gt;095. Kiss on the first date → Hmm. depends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;097. Is there one person you want to be with right now → no. not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;098. Are you seriously happy with where you are in life → Yea. I mean, come on. I get kompia AND sibu sausages! rock on man.&lt;br /&gt;099. Do you believe in God → 120%!&lt;br /&gt;100. Post as 100 truths and tag 10 people → Hmm. I wasn't exactly tagged to do this but I was bored. So I took it. Anyway, so whoever wants to do it, dun hesitate. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-8716328339564890650?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/8716328339564890650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=8716328339564890650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/8716328339564890650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/8716328339564890650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-want-britney-and-taylor-to-duet-buy.html' title='You want Britney and Taylor to duet? Buy one of their CDs and play them together.'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-2195494572664583687</id><published>2009-02-24T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T17:51:28.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll paint you with my hands.</title><content type='html'>I totally bailed school. For my dear BROTHER. See, I'm such a good sister. Sacrificing for him. Well, cos today's Ash Wednesday which requires us(Christians) to go to church for that occasion, to get a cross made of ash + Holy water(I think) marked on our foreheads! Yea, mine's still there. But my hair's covering it. So yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to get up at 5.30 &lt;u&gt;AM&lt;/u&gt;. Gosh. Was it tiring. Well, not exactly. I didn't expect myself to actually get up. Got dressed, used the Roxy bag mum bought for me. :) And also the Padini belt. Love it. Anyway, during Ash Wednesday, all the hymns are not sung. For some reason I have no idea. Somehow, this isn't my first time by the way, but it's so dull. So quiet. Not jolly and.. no melody, you know? Hmm, then brother went to meet up with Paul and Sean while mother and I had breakfast at some cafe at Pujut 5. Then mum went to show me the house she actually considered buying somewhere on the way to Riam. I'll tell the story later. Anyway, then went to pick up a maid to do the cleaning then home. Boring? I know. Sucks. Especially when you skipped school and expect to go out and party but instead you stayed at home? Utter bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So about that house, cos mum said that our house now. Is a total burden so she's looking for a cheaper house. But I don't see how is that other house cheaper than ours now. Cos, ours' double-storey while the other one is the same. So the electricity and water and all that crap used, are gonna be the same! Right? And I totally h-a-t-e moving. I've experienced it once and I ain't gonna experience it again until I'm married. It's a total mess! Clean this, clean that. Move this, move that. Geez. But grandma said it's too far so she didn't allow. So we're not moving. Or even considering. I didn't get to see the inside though. Mum did. She said it's a not-bad house. So yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's.. raining. Just now at Riam area was hell sunny and now at my place it's raining. I wonder if Riam's area's raining too. Hmmm. I'm gonna continue reading my manga later. Since I won't be going to school during recess. Yes, I planned to go. But since I've missed 4 periods of classes, no point of going. Since my whole attendance is absent for the rest of the day. 1 period absent, whole day absent. - Mr. Richard and Fong's motto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. I took a pic of the sky which is sort of pretty, but I'm so lazy to upload it. I'll wait till my cable's out of the hospital then I'll upload it. Good day! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-2195494572664583687?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/2195494572664583687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=2195494572664583687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/2195494572664583687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/2195494572664583687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/02/ill-paint-you-with-my-hands.html' title='I&apos;ll paint you with my hands.'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-539867018835012613</id><published>2009-02-20T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T22:50:37.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Button mushroom Vs. Black mushroom</title><content type='html'>Mum decided to cook her home-made mushroom soup today so I was all excited about it? She bought some button and black mushroom and I helped cube-a-fied them. Just so you know, the feeling of touching button mushroom's are... nice. Haha. While for black mushroom, not so nice. It's all soaked with water and the skin's all slimy. Like, if a kid comes in and sees it, he/she/it'll go all, "EEEE! Se me lai de?!" *points at it and face's expression dramatically shocked* Gek. She went to send Brother off to tuition so I get to online while she's away. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough about mushrooms! Today are Saturday. I haven't been to dancing class for ages! I have totally no clue why in the world did Teacher MeiLing stopped class this month. &lt;strong&gt;No wonder I'm fat. Ugh. &lt;/strong&gt;I feel all jelly-like again. No muscles on duty. Although me typing can make at least 27 muscles work. But that doesn't matter! I feel utterly weak and lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what have I done this morning? Well, this morning, me, Jamie and Brother had piano so we went. They played like freaking forever and I only played one song while teacher demo-ed 3 and it's the end for me. Like, DD: WTF?! I just sat there doing totally nothing and absent-mindly staring at the wall in front of me. Argh. Anyway, after that, I needed a hair cut, Jamie wanted to make her &lt;em&gt;tutu &lt;/em&gt;so we did do all that stuff! Went to buy Mango's dog food too. At his vetenerian's place. &lt;strong&gt;That's how you spell it right?&lt;/strong&gt; Anyway, they had a few dogs for sell too. So of course, I totally got all, "I WANNA SEE!" and I followed some woman who was standing behind the counter so she could open The Gate of Super Adorably Finger Licking Pups! Once I stepped in, OMG! I was so.. speechless. DOGS! *screams like a crazy celeb fan*I patted every single dogs' head and let them lick my hand. Haha. Yea, they don't mind licking someone else's saliva of my hand. Then went inside and I told mum there was a Rottweiler there and she was all, "WHERE?!" so we made another trip in and they even showed the INSIDE of the doggy-house. I saw a Golden Retriever which I think, was a female? Too skinny. But when I said that aloud, the guy who let us in was all, "Skinny? No la." Uh huh. And we also saw a scrutched-up face dog! SOOOO OMG! HUGABLE-LOOKINNGGG! RAWR! Unfornutely, it wasn't for sell. Darnity. I am so totally officially IN LOVEE with dogs. I have decided. I, Emma Lee, shall be a VETENERIAN! I can't keep my hands off the dogs. Gosh. Then went to trim my hair, get Jamie's dress measured out, went lunch, went Belle's for a while. Jamie said later wanna walk there again. But I'm feeling utterly lazy. I wanna stay at home. :\ Read manga. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, I went to Jamie's and was somehow, frustrated. I don't know is it that the pc is so freaking slow or is it all the screaming and crying. But man, was I moody. But I'm fine now. It took forever for the page to load using their pc. O well, anyway, I haven't done my homework yet. So prolly later I'll do it. Got Histroy &amp;amp; BM corrections, Math homework (again) and... Prolly do some revision on Science? Or I'll just do some practicing on my piano since I barely even put my whole soul to the piano this morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh crut, it's finally raining. And mum is totally gonna kill me. Cos she told me to take the laundry in before, and I said it wouldn't rain? And it really is raining. :\ I'm dead. She's gonna definitely complain. O well, at least it's raining. I wanna play under the rain later! xP Drag Jamie with me later. We shall rock under the rain! *head banging gesture*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, I was on the phone just now. And guess who? IT WAS MOTHER. Great. Here's the convo.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : *timid voice* h-h-helloo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum : Eh, it's raining here le. Go take the laundry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : eh heh. It's funny cos it's raining too. Here I mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum : WAT?! And you're still sitting there?! GO TAKE IN THE LAUNDRY. hiyo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : ok ok. Byyyeee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh. And when I taking it in, the rain poured for a while and when I was practically half way done, it stopped. Sigh. I'm. Fucking. Pissed. I had to go under the rain when I wasn't ready to and it was acid rain again. And it stopped. Hah. IT FUCKING STOPPED! ARGH. I don't care. I aint putting it out again. &lt;em&gt;You so are gonna do it&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Eventually.&lt;/em&gt; Make me. &lt;em&gt;You'll see&lt;/em&gt;. Lalala. To the pics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh before I officially go, she just called again and told me to put in the car pourch! Yay! -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305138035264780434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SZ-i72xe-JI/AAAAAAAAA34/6KAkHlNTjKA/s320/DSC00686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305138039234931026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SZ-i8FkCqVI/AAAAAAAAA4A/IgqbFMkIkLc/s320/DSC00692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;After! no difference except my front hair before was so long that I could tuck it behind my ear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-539867018835012613?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/539867018835012613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=539867018835012613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/539867018835012613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/539867018835012613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/02/button-mushroom-vs-black-mushroom.html' title='Button mushroom Vs. Black mushroom'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SZ-i72xe-JI/AAAAAAAAA34/6KAkHlNTjKA/s72-c/DSC00686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-798388356868725953</id><published>2009-02-20T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T02:13:09.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roxy vs. Crocs.</title><content type='html'>I totally forgot to mention that Motherkins went to K.K for some dancing lessons and she also went... SHOPPING! She bought me a Roxy bag &amp;amp; purse, some tribe-ish accessories, and some PJs! Haha. But only the pants. They didn't have the top to go with it. Anyway, I so deeply and crazily am in love with the bag! It's so pretty. Unfornately, since my cable broke down and couldn't online at home, I didn't bother taking a pic. But then, I didn't think that I would be coming to Jamie's either. To check out some Roxy stuff online. And Mother wanted to check some more Crocs. She bought herself a pair of Crocs slippers. And guess what's the colour. BARNEY COLOUR. Like, omg? Uber cute. I can wear it too! And from her previous trip, she bought this, cat-in-the-hat like slippers which of course, adorably! It's white and red stripped. But I kept forgetting about it, so I didn't use it. Anyway, she bought Brother a pair of Crocs too and some Giordano boxers. Haha. So out of all, Mother bought me the most stuff! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School, I done my oral. Unexpectedly, I did it on &lt;u&gt;SERIAL KILLERS&lt;/u&gt;! DD: I thought it was awesome and all but I wonder if anyone even listened. Haha. Yea, I purposely picked an omg topic to get their attention. My next oral would prolly be about ALCOHOL. GG. Or. something that would catch the audience again. xP  I actually had to sacrifice the idea of alcohol for Sheryl's emergency-last-minute-oral. But she still forgot do to it. &gt;.&gt; Anyway, she told me, she wanted to do it on Gay's and something else. Oh, prostitutes. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent a comment to Mr. Wild and still no reply. Seems like he really barely goes online. :\ O well, just gotta wait. *moment of silence* Man, I can't wait to get my hair trimmed. It's so freaking long and so out of shape and so thick and so UUUGGHHHLLLEEEHHHH. Besides my hair, OMG. After a few days of eating till I'm really full, I became &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;F-A-T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;...... I need to get back to my work-out routines. I &lt;u&gt;cannot&lt;/u&gt; tolerate with the fact that I am fat again! I was so close to having a close-to-Fergie's-sexy-abs until THIS. *points at my stomach* HAPPENED. Not funny. *shakes head* NOT funny. Gonna go Wiki on some mutant animal Mr. Johnne told us that day. The Ghost Fish which has nothing to do with a ghost nor a fish. Hmm. Hope I can find it. Neways, Sheryl said that if me and Mr. Wild were together, the song 'Our Song' by Taylor Swift would be such a prefect song for us but I still don't see how it will be- after listening to it over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Oxford. I wanna quit at the end February. I so can do my damn Math homework without your stinking help. Kiss my beautiful, shiny ass! - Ryan S.'s motto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-798388356868725953?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/798388356868725953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=798388356868725953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/798388356868725953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/798388356868725953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/02/roxy-vs-crocs.html' title='Roxy vs. Crocs.'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-638854792578683319</id><published>2009-02-18T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T01:11:36.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How contagious you are.</title><content type='html'>Hallelujah. I can turn on the pc without to have my brother using it first. *applause* Haha. Man, school's such a drag. I'm dying from the heat, homework, stupid colossal textbooks, my constant dizzyness AND Mr. Beautiful. Which reminds me, Mr. Beautiful is no longer beautiful. He shall be nick named after.... &lt;u&gt;Mr. Wild&lt;/u&gt;. Yes, cos I noticed he does crazy stuff in school. :) As I was saying about heat, Gollie. Does it burn my internal AND external? Gosh. As for my internal, it'll make me sick(which I've manage to keep away for the time being) and my dizzyness will return, it'll make me so uber uncomfortable in class and dries my skin out. That's terrible. For external, I'll get all stinky and sweaty! That's it for external but it's bad enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for school... Hmm. We finally, went to the lab for some digestion system vids. Food test will be this Friday, if not mistaken. Today's last period was Math and Mdm. Menike had to be at some place so Mr. Johnne sat in and man did I laughed my ass off. I haven't laughed like that since ages. But somehow, after laughing that much, my dizzyness came back to haunt me. *frowns* Math homework? Still as Mount. Everest as ever. I think I'm gonna do a lil today and slack for the rest of the day. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Mr. Wild, Haha. I wanted to talk to him so badly today but obviously, I couldn't. My shyness took over. *slaps self* Yes, I hate being shy. It's sort of me, but from my friend's point of view, totally not. Even a smile didn't appear on my face! Gosh. Kill me. This is how contagious he is. He kills me.... *play dead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really planning to get myself a laptop. But since it costs like, $$$$$$$$ instead of $$$, I decided to get a psp instead. Since I can go online on that thingo. Yea, obviously I don't know how to use the thing. So I'm sort of, earning money to get myself one. Which means, starvation is carried out. Yay..... NUUUU!!! I &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MUST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; eaaaattttt! But since my dear Sheryl's so super uber nice to me, today she chia-ed me! :) THANKS BABE! I wanna get a purple one! And it MUST have at least, ONE Bomberman game in it. GG. BOMBERMANNN! *place both hands on hips*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum said this coming March's holiday, we might go down to Brunei. Like, literally in Brunei. Not KB. I'm sort of looking forward to it. Although I've been there like, how many times? So yea. I'm gonna go eat my dinner now. So enjoy and live the fullest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. Keep booggie-ing! x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-638854792578683319?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/638854792578683319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=638854792578683319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/638854792578683319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/638854792578683319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-contagious-you-are.html' title='How contagious you are.'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-687874456799274781</id><published>2009-02-14T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T23:39:30.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is karma hating me?</title><content type='html'>Hello my hotties &amp;amp; babes. I hate karma. It's always out to get me. Like on the 13th! I tried to turn on the pc &lt;u&gt;twice&lt;/u&gt; but it wouldn't till one of my friend tried and it worked?! AND. When I had my alone time, I wanted myself to cry my eyes out like the another night before I went to KB? But. I just had to cry while reading Vampire Academy(cos the main character was sorta facing the same problem as me) and when it was morning, mum caught me moody and she asked whats wrong and I nearly cried. AGAIN. Argh. I can't let her know that her daughter's going crazy and depress over some bastard. Gollie. I'm really crazy now. Stab me like how they kill vampires in Vampire Academy. *hands over a silver stake* By the way, stab here. *points at my heart*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm once again, feeling utterly dizzy. Hell, what's wrong with me? I just napped! I ain't gonna sleep again. Ugh. I hate this. It makes me feel like gravity doesn't exist anymore. Anyway, I don't wanna talk about that. Neither about guys too. Although, teehee. Mr. Beautiful accepted my friend request. That's definitely &lt;s&gt;good&lt;/s&gt; the best thing that has happened to me. After what happened lately. I wanted to drag Jamie to Dessert with me to have a lil girly talk but she's got homework. We used to go to Coffee Bean to do that. But since I don't wanna bother my mum and her mum, Dessert is the best choice cos we both live close to Pelita area. And guess what, I don't even think she's doing it. Cos she's freaking online. Let's see what excuse she's giving now. I bet it's lazy. And the magic ball saysss......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akito.        Emma.     says:&lt;br /&gt;hey dun u have homework?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie. says:&lt;br /&gt;haha in a while i'll do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie. says:&lt;br /&gt;xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akito.        Emma.     says:&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih. That girl. I bet she'll be copying it from some friend of hers tomorrow. PMR year girl. Put your head into it. Anyway, I also don't wanna complain about her la. Tomorrow. Finally. SCHOOL. Yea, I'm glad that school's starting. I can't wait to get down with homeworks again. Coming home feeling exhausted and not have to think about G.U.Y.S. &lt;strong&gt;That &lt;/strong&gt;is a freak ass brain wash right there. Mmhmm. I hope that stupid REAL bastard doesn't join us for breakfast/lunch tomorrow or I swear I'm gonna yell at him and kick him in the guts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, seems like I said I didn't want to talk about guys? But ended up still talking about it.&lt;em&gt; Damn straight. &lt;/em&gt;Sorry la, I can't help it. It's my nature. xP Anyways, I'm lazy to say anything else. I'm just gonna go read my babes' blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TOODLES.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-687874456799274781?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/687874456799274781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=687874456799274781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/687874456799274781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/687874456799274781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/02/is-karma-hating-me.html' title='Is karma hating me?'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-2145283678809476555</id><published>2009-02-14T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T04:58:24.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind that sly smile is a cut. A big deep cut.</title><content type='html'>[ Hearing people screaming your name,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I couldn't continue writing. My mind is totally black now. Sorry. I'll eventually continue it,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-2145283678809476555?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/2145283678809476555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=2145283678809476555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/2145283678809476555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/2145283678809476555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/02/behind-that-sly-smile-is-cut-big-deep.html' title='Behind that sly smile is a cut. A big deep cut.'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-6629291093068210578</id><published>2009-02-14T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T04:04:21.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extra details from "I hoped and...."</title><content type='html'>I forgot to mention...&lt;br /&gt;Although I had a fun day, couples made me sick especially if I'm not the one doing the mushy stuff and it makes me think back and makes me have a bad day. Some people just won't stop huh. This is why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; 2009's VALETINE'S DAY. But eventhough I hate it, I still wanna say Happy Valentine's Day to Sheryl, Jamie, Mr. Beautiful, Chels and more of the people I care. I wish you. Happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good. Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-6629291093068210578?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/6629291093068210578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=6629291093068210578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/6629291093068210578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/6629291093068210578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/02/extra-details-from-i-hoped-and.html' title='Extra details from &quot;I hoped and....&quot;'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-3351197498944732970</id><published>2009-02-14T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T03:49:19.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hoped and hoped but it never came through.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SZavcKVVYJI/AAAAAAAAA20/0vPQoE1HvIo/s1600-h/DSC02643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302618509620371602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SZavcKVVYJI/AAAAAAAAA20/0vPQoE1HvIo/s320/DSC02643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yea. I stripped that dress in front of Grace and Ena and Chels. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SZau5UB4PpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/so-rAo_gzp0/s1600-h/DSC02642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302617910927703698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SZau5UB4PpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/so-rAo_gzp0/s320/DSC02642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With &lt;u&gt;THE CLOWN.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SZau5DTOoUI/AAAAAAAAA2k/RUXzw9XsNSM/s1600-h/DSC02630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302617906437071170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SZau5DTOoUI/AAAAAAAAA2k/RUXzw9XsNSM/s320/DSC02630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In coffee bean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SZau42skoTI/AAAAAAAAA2c/nw_p3RzD0k4/s1600-h/DSC02624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302617903053709618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SZau42skoTI/AAAAAAAAA2c/nw_p3RzD0k4/s320/DSC02624.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SZau4qtBWgI/AAAAAAAAA2U/HcQTBaSE3jo/s1600-h/DSC02620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302617899834366466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SZau4qtBWgI/AAAAAAAAA2U/HcQTBaSE3jo/s320/DSC02620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Looking for the perfect blouse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SZau4bCqUgI/AAAAAAAAA2M/k8hKccCUBvs/s1600-h/DSC00683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302617895630164482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SZau4bCqUgI/AAAAAAAAA2M/k8hKccCUBvs/s320/DSC00683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Teehee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SZat6X_2ySI/AAAAAAAAA2E/1dJn4afOYm4/s1600-h/DSC00681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302616829661202722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SZat6X_2ySI/AAAAAAAAA2E/1dJn4afOYm4/s320/DSC00681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It says we rock by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SZat6LG6OtI/AAAAAAAAA18/nZkfdThxICE/s1600-h/DSC00679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302616826201127634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SZat6LG6OtI/AAAAAAAAA18/nZkfdThxICE/s320/DSC00679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; GWACE! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SZat6KK_tII/AAAAAAAAA10/oE4RUuemNOY/s1600-h/DSC00678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302616825949828226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SZat6KK_tII/AAAAAAAAA10/oE4RUuemNOY/s320/DSC00678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jamie. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SZat5zS2DPI/AAAAAAAAA1s/fFFBQLttS30/s1600-h/DSC00677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302616819808734450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SZat5zS2DPI/AAAAAAAAA1s/fFFBQLttS30/s320/DSC00677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; CHELS! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SZat5ljcNQI/AAAAAAAAA1k/Woakgbzt4uA/s1600-h/DSC00676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302616816120247554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SZat5ljcNQI/AAAAAAAAA1k/Woakgbzt4uA/s320/DSC00676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And MEEE! xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today. ISH. &lt;u&gt;VALENTINE'S DAY.&lt;/u&gt; DD: No dates for me. I are &lt;u&gt;single&lt;/u&gt; this V day. But I did went to parkson to check out the couples. I was expecting to see Mr. Selfish but I didn't. Thank God. I think if I met him face to face, I would run. Chels, Ena, Larry and Jamie, Bran went with me! Sabrina was with us in the beginning but then she ended up joining her friends. I saw Mr. Tang too. Suprised! :) He was wearing a purple tee and I was wearing a purple skirt! What a coincidence. Haha. He was with his 2 sis. I think? Anyway, they all look kind alike. We came across this big white board? Where we write whatever crap we want on it? And lots of people wrote I Love You stuff and Chels suggested we go buy a aerosol can and spray on it! And we did! haha. We each wrote our names. Except Bran. And Chels added a 'We Rock &lt;3'&gt;THE CLOWN.&lt;/u&gt; Yea, there was a clown there but it wasn't the one I saw that dddaaayyy. *whines like a lil kid* Man. Then we also went bowling with Sean, Azizi and Adrian! I was so close to winning. And I wore a skirt! :O Haha. The ball I was using was purple too. xP How purplicious. There was this 'band' playing on the groundfloor and one of the member had a REAL MOHAWK! Like, wtf. There's a pic in Jamie's blog who is in my link. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm feeling kinda dizzy now.... Like last night when I wanted to play the piano but couldn't concentrate cos of this stupid dizzyness. Oh. I bought a new blouse too! Cos mum said the blouse I wore there was utterly ugly. -.- And credit goes to Jamie. Since she helped me pay AND chose it. haha. Thanks babeh. Oh. Did I mention I stripped in front of Chels, Grace, and Ena? Yea. I was in one fitting room with Jamie. Then they came in and I took of the dress I tried on. Haha. Yea, it's sorta normal for Jamie to see me sort of naked. I had my bra and panties on ok. Fyi. Haha. Free show for the ladies. Once in the life time know. xO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna go shower and do more onlining. :) Mr. Beautiful hasn't accpeted my friend request and the pending whatever-you-call-it in MSN. T.T Seems like he barely goes online. OH! And last time I lost one of my earrings? I bought another side of it. Cos that day I bought only one side? And I can't believe when I went to the store the brother was still there! Lol. Yea. RM 21 on that. I wanted to get another pierce too? But Jamie said it wouldn't be nice. But... Awwww. I wanted it so badlyyy... O well, maybe next time. After PMR or something. x) NOW! TO THE PICS! (Go back up)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-3351197498944732970?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/3351197498944732970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=3351197498944732970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/3351197498944732970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/3351197498944732970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-hoped-and-hoped-but-it-never-came.html' title='I hoped and hoped but it never came through.'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SZavcKVVYJI/AAAAAAAAA20/0vPQoE1HvIo/s72-c/DSC02643.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-4596045903395884851</id><published>2009-02-13T02:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T03:17:37.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are the flavor in my food.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SZVTAJ54J8I/AAAAAAAAA08/oXV_Yhulq38/s1600-h/DSC00659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302235398422407106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SZVTAJ54J8I/AAAAAAAAA08/oXV_Yhulq38/s320/DSC00659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The buffet table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SZVTAJ599TI/AAAAAAAAA00/HdLgPw94plg/s1600-h/DSC00658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302235398422787378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SZVTAJ599TI/AAAAAAAAA00/HdLgPw94plg/s320/DSC00658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See the black label? Yea.. Lester &amp;amp; Sheryl. Miss Bad tee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SZVS_-OJHDI/AAAAAAAAA0s/21tM6HQXTx0/s1600-h/twister3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302235395286178866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SZVS_-OJHDI/AAAAAAAAA0s/21tM6HQXTx0/s320/twister3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beginning of Twister. I'm at the very left by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SZVS_t_GPhI/AAAAAAAAA0c/z43u0SYO8Co/s1600-h/twister1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302235390928109074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SZVS_t_GPhI/AAAAAAAAA0c/z43u0SYO8Co/s320/twister1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Half way playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SZVVM0g-OfI/AAAAAAAAA1c/ECepxkk3BM0/s1600-h/twister2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302237815042357746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SZVVM0g-OfI/AAAAAAAAA1c/ECepxkk3BM0/s320/twister2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, I'm totally *beep*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SZVVMj8Oq9I/AAAAAAAAA1E/mwQO6s3hF5k/s1600-h/DSC00664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302237810593278930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SZVVMj8Oq9I/AAAAAAAAA1E/mwQO6s3hF5k/s320/DSC00664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lil miss bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SZVVM3kVinI/AAAAAAAAA1M/p_W1NIHA9DE/s1600-h/DSC00665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302237815861774962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SZVVM3kVinI/AAAAAAAAA1M/p_W1NIHA9DE/s320/DSC00665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SZVVM-xrD5I/AAAAAAAAA1U/ZIICgQdEZiQ/s1600-h/DSC00672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302237817796759442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SZVVM-xrD5I/AAAAAAAAA1U/ZIICgQdEZiQ/s320/DSC00672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And she's.. err, no comment. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, this is my third post of the day. And I just realized I haven't blog about Chels' open house! I'm currently still, what Chels would call it, emo sessioning. I just grabbed a few pics from Bel's blog from the party and it was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I had 5 full, thick glasses of Black label plus 7up/coke! &lt;/span&gt;My first glass was made by Lester. And second was Sheryl. Starting from the third I got Lester to teach me. Haha. And did he poured a lot. I end up getting a thinsy winsy drunk but I was hanging in there. :) First we ate 'dinner' outside with Kok Chee catering. And some food brought by the guests. It was nice. Then, I forgot who suggested the whoever-loses-drinks game. But we played Mafia? With UNO cards. &gt;.&gt; In the end no one drank but I drank as in for fun but not that I lost the game. :) Chels was always the police/mafia and she had a camcorder in her hands so she didn't pay &lt;s&gt;much&lt;/s&gt; any attention to the game. And end up, nothing was recorded cos it was on stand-by. Like, wth. Anyway, then we went inside to play twister! Before we went out for 'dinner', my bro and his friends played but now it was our turn. Heh heh. &lt;s&gt;I was officially exposed.&lt;/s&gt; First round was me, Sheryl, Scott and Lester. And I named Lester, Mr. Big Butt cos he kept pushing me and once he even sat on my feet as my feet was right under his enormous ass. Then I kept playing la. I'm not even sure how many rounds I played. But there was once I played with Bel, Scott and who else? OH! Chels! And I was pretty much thinsy winsy drunk? So I sorta used my ballet skills and was totally unaware of it till Paul said, "Wa, ballet skills o." And Sheryl was all, "She is one!" Then I sort of blushed a little? SHH.. :P Yea, Mr. Big Butt and his wussy brother left when I was almost thinsy winsy drunk. HAHA. They didn't get to see me perform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one by one everyone started to leave and obviously, me &amp;amp; brother and Bran &amp;amp; Scott was the last! While waiting for Aunty Mitsy and also Bel's car, we were waving to passers-by and there was this Kenari that actually reversed and asked what. Like, ZOMG? Some ah-bengx. So freaking funny. Even Chels' super active aunty got freaked out. Yea, she was outside with us. :) I had a great day. And while we were playing Twister, I was on my break la. Then our school's lion dancers came. Sheryl told me that Mr. Beautiful was across the street and man did I rushed outside to check. I didn't go all the way out that is. Just outside the main door? Too crowded. &lt;s&gt;He didn't get to see me in that outfit I wore. Although it was a lil boyish said Mr. Wussy pants.&lt;/s&gt; After that, went home, showered, and wrote about my day and tuck myself in bed! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the week : My life would suck without you - Kelly Clarkson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.s. I can't upload the freaking song in here. So very sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-4596045903395884851?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/4596045903395884851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=4596045903395884851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/4596045903395884851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/4596045903395884851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-are-flavor-in-my-food.html' title='You are the flavor in my food.'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SZVTAJ54J8I/AAAAAAAAA08/oXV_Yhulq38/s72-c/DSC00659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-366630524213571816</id><published>2009-02-12T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T23:25:53.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When will this torture end? *crap*</title><content type='html'>Love birds in the sky, everywhere...&lt;br /&gt;Man, I'm so sick of it. I've said that so many times but I can't seem to just forget it. I wanna get Mr. beautiful out of my insane skull so badly. But, he's so.. I-can't-ditch-him material. I blame it on Mr. flirty. I was so close to forget that the world had guys in 'em and he came along. Obviously, by his name. He flirted. And I can't forget about guys now. Now, Mr. selfish's taken. Mr. I-treasured-most doesn't care about me. And if it wasn't for Mr. flirty, I WOULDN'T SUFFER! Especially with this bullshit. If only I could be just like Jamie. &lt;u&gt;I hate guys that I wanna kill them ALL&lt;/u&gt;. - her motto. And. Tomorrow's V day. WHY TOMORROW?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, this particular guy from my previous post. = Mr. beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, I didn't had the chance to pass it to him.&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, it's going in the trash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-366630524213571816?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/366630524213571816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=366630524213571816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/366630524213571816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/366630524213571816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-will-this-torture-end-crap.html' title='When will this torture end? *crap*'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-5559936432202093435</id><published>2009-02-12T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T19:57:50.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, 13th...</title><content type='html'>TODAY! DUM dum DUMMM. Is. FRIDAY THE 13TH! Be afraid. Be &lt;u&gt;very&lt;/u&gt; afraid. I'm blogging in school! :D I tried to turn on 2 pcs and it didn't start. And when one of my classmate tried, it turned on. Like wtf. During recess, Bran was teaching Sheryl &amp;amp; Jamie to fold heart shaped paper. And I was dared to write my number on it and show it off to people who passed by. &lt;em&gt;SHE DID NOT!! =D&lt;/em&gt; -.- That was Sheryl. Yes, she's beside me. And. I wanted this particular guy to see it. But I put it down on the table for a while, and he walked passed. So, ha.. He didn't see it. CURSES! So. I'm gonna try to do a 'dare' later at the bus stop. I'm gonna pass that freaking paper to him! Don't you try to stop meh! *points finger in the sky* I wanted to take a pic of it when I get home and post it? But since I MIGHT give it to him... I cant. Pity. Haha. So later I'm gonna go see Mr. Tang's blog. Don't know what other fancy dancy stuff he posted up. Sheryl also announced that she'll &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DELETE HER BLOG&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;em&gt;I HAVE NO INTEREST DY BAHH I RATHER GO READ THAN TO WRITE BAHH. &lt;/em&gt;Now, I'm gonna leave. Oh. And one of my classmate is actually in my blog now. HI DOM!! :D I know you're reading..... I've got my eyes on you.. *does that 'I've got my eyes on you' gesture*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WISH ME LUCK! :) And. Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-5559936432202093435?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/5559936432202093435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=5559936432202093435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/5559936432202093435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/5559936432202093435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-13th.html' title='Friday, 13th...'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-6299144830144390449</id><published>2009-02-06T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T21:15:10.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got all the honey-s in the club excited.</title><content type='html'>Sorry for not updating in a.. quite long. Been busy with school and all that crap. Started tuition on Thursday. Today's Saturday by the way. Went to piano and got good news! :) My teacher said I could take my grade 1 test this coming August. And it hasn't been a year since I've started playing. Guess I need to put more effort to pass.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You better. That stupid exam cost almost 200 bucks! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I know la. I'm still considering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been utterly exhausted of school! I'm so glad it's the weekend and tomorrow Chels' will be having an open house and I'm gonna &lt;u&gt;try&lt;/u&gt; to party till I drop! I plan to go to Sheryl's house too. Since she suggested. If you're reading this, Sheryl, text me right away. Ty. :D And I also will definitely blog about that. And yes I know what to wear. Haha. I went to see Dr. Wong today. And I am so not happy with the results. It's not my face this time. Something else. Yes, Jamie. &lt;u&gt;THAT.&lt;/u&gt; *goosebumps* Disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've got some rockin' songs these few days. Well, for me la. Don't know about you.&lt;br /&gt;Batman's theme song. That's not my name - The ting ting's. I kissed a boy - cobra lala. (no, I don't know the second name) AND! lala - Ashlee Simpson. No, they're not my favourite but they're rockin'! Batman theme song it's cos me, Chels, Jamie and Sheryl has been doing it a lot in school. That's not my name too. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I'm parctically &lt;u&gt;bored.&lt;/u&gt; But I wanted to blog so badly. Tonight mum said something about bringing us to eat some really nice fish? -.- ok, that's it for today. No pics. Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-6299144830144390449?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/6299144830144390449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=6299144830144390449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/6299144830144390449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/6299144830144390449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/02/got-all-honey-s-in-club-excited.html' title='Got all the honey-s in the club excited.'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-1642280139196193412</id><published>2009-02-02T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T19:12:47.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I admitted, but you didn't heard it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SYe2ENgqhbI/AAAAAAAAA0U/VNJNleVZX58/s1600-h/DSC00650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298403670087075250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SYe2ENgqhbI/AAAAAAAAA0U/VNJNleVZX58/s320/DSC00650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taddaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SYe1Q5jMxII/AAAAAAAAA0E/z0FTiYG47Xk/s1600-h/DSC00652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298402788555670658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SYe1Q5jMxII/AAAAAAAAA0E/z0FTiYG47Xk/s320/DSC00652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; BUBBLES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SYe1Q0Z009I/AAAAAAAAAz8/FZY_RevuoNQ/s1600-h/DSC00651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298402787174175698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SYe1Q0Z009I/AAAAAAAAAz8/FZY_RevuoNQ/s320/DSC00651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yea, we sat on the stage. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SYe1Qk5AwSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/xMMfnoCgcAU/s1600-h/DSC00648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298402783010013474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SYe1Qk5AwSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/xMMfnoCgcAU/s320/DSC00648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Riamers raid the bowling alley alright! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SYe1Qj0tJOI/AAAAAAAAAzs/abNTw0i9onQ/s1600-h/DSC00647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298402782723515618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SYe1Qj0tJOI/AAAAAAAAAzs/abNTw0i9onQ/s320/DSC00647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Aunty Dolly(one of my mum's friend) gave us FORTUNE COOKIES! They taste goooodd. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night me and Jamie were like before in Coffee Bean. Sitting there, drinking whatever and talking. Except it was at her place. And as usual too, we talked about guys and all that. Suddenly I thought of him. The only one I truly heart. So I texted him since Jamie encourage me too. It was ok. I was glad he replied in such a short time. I thought he'll take an hour or so. Yea, I &lt;u&gt;regret&lt;/u&gt; dumping you. But hey, you can't hear me right? So huh. I miss you. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Parkson too yesterday. Ladies-day-out. Went to bowl. I suck big time. Somehow, my hips are aching. Not my arms. Huh. Chels played with her bubbles. Me &amp;amp; Jamie blowed on our bubble-gum. I took a pic. And.. I GOT NERDY GLASSES! Well, technically, it's Sheryl's but we're sharing. Teehee. Yea, he asked for my pic too and I gave him the pic of me in the nerd glasses. :) Anyway, we didn't watch any movie since it was pretty late after we finish bowling. Walked around, went to Coffee Bean for a while, went to Jamie's dentist to pick up her stuff while I checked some stuff. Haha. Yea Jamie, you know what I mean. Cookie Crumbs. Then went back to Parkson. Hang around. Then Chels' mum came to pick us up. Went to Jamie's. Ya-di-ya. Then home. Mum caught me crying my eyes out and she forced me to talk to her or she'll drive all the way to Jamie's to ask what's wrong with me. So, she threatens me with lamb AND waking up my cousin from her beauty sleep! GOSH. It wasn't about him la. Something else. So obviously, I look like some goldfish. And I'm going to KB today! People there can't see me like this! omg. But o well, screw them. &lt;u&gt;I'm sick of guys.&lt;/u&gt; All I want now is my guy back. &lt;em&gt;Dream on. &lt;/em&gt;I get it, Imaginary Friend. -.- And my cable broke down. D: Luckily I got some pendrive-only-for-my-phone-memory-card thingo. Haha. To the pics.... *claps*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298402789342696114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SYe1Q8e10rI/AAAAAAAAA0M/HEQegYaJxpk/s320/DSC00656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;THE HORROR!!! DD:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-1642280139196193412?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/1642280139196193412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=1642280139196193412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/1642280139196193412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/1642280139196193412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-admitted-but-you-didnt-heard-it.html' title='I admitted, but you didn&apos;t heard it.'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SYe2ENgqhbI/AAAAAAAAA0U/VNJNleVZX58/s72-c/DSC00650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-789195170327519124</id><published>2009-01-31T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T18:33:20.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope you don't mind that I put down in words,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SYUHtwPKtmI/AAAAAAAAAzk/OhzEE6kVgx0/s1600-h/DSC00645%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297649019295282786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SYUHtwPKtmI/AAAAAAAAAzk/OhzEE6kVgx0/s320/DSC00645%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And their pillow has a face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SYUHtc_t87I/AAAAAAAAAzc/SHYks4kuKXw/s1600-h/DSC00644%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297649014130209714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SYUHtc_t87I/AAAAAAAAAzc/SHYks4kuKXw/s320/DSC00644%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another part of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SYUHtJP6R4I/AAAAAAAAAzU/DfH4Q1xnzNA/s1600-h/DSC00643%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297649008829417346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SYUHtJP6R4I/AAAAAAAAAzU/DfH4Q1xnzNA/s320/DSC00643%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In WEE Jiet's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SYUGos_NO8I/AAAAAAAAAzE/TqBSNFge6hQ/s1600-h/DSC00641%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297647833012059074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SYUGos_NO8I/AAAAAAAAAzE/TqBSNFge6hQ/s320/DSC00641%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Teehee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SYUGoll6lnI/AAAAAAAAAy8/fncI58VhaQQ/s1600-h/DSC00639%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297647831026931314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SYUGoll6lnI/AAAAAAAAAy8/fncI58VhaQQ/s320/DSC00639%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At Jamie's open house. Mei Ru &amp;amp; Jamie. And my legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SYUGoongSiI/AAAAAAAAAy0/NrS0KBaeM3U/s1600-h/DSC01671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297647831838902818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SYUGoongSiI/AAAAAAAAAy0/NrS0KBaeM3U/s320/DSC01671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Joan &amp;amp; me at SOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SYUGoF99rUI/AAAAAAAAAys/1xv3HJlHVNk/s1600-h/DSC01661(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297647822537862466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SYUGoF99rUI/AAAAAAAAAys/1xv3HJlHVNk/s320/DSC01661(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SOHO's Eve answer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SYUGn0QIr9I/AAAAAAAAAyk/rhoDhcKH2s8/s1600-h/DSC01627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297647817782243282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SYUGn0QIr9I/AAAAAAAAAyk/rhoDhcKH2s8/s320/DSC01627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While waiting for Arvin at my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SYUFIZnUxkI/AAAAAAAAAyc/FsIwsxp5uWc/s1600-h/DSC01670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297646178544174658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SYUFIZnUxkI/AAAAAAAAAyc/FsIwsxp5uWc/s320/DSC01670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In SOHO toilet. Blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SYUFH_Xjf9I/AAAAAAAAAyM/TPTqcfi4sAE/s1600-h/DSC01641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297646171498708946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SYUFH_Xjf9I/AAAAAAAAAyM/TPTqcfi4sAE/s320/DSC01641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jac &amp;amp; me. George behind. Gaming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SYUFHoOA-oI/AAAAAAAAAyE/DXxwsnvVM3Y/s1600-h/DSC01637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297646165284682370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SYUFHoOA-oI/AAAAAAAAAyE/DXxwsnvVM3Y/s320/DSC01637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me &amp;amp; Stef at Wei Jiet's house. Not WEE Jiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, I was watching Moulin Rouge and man was it crazy. I never knew. Although when I was young I saw it a couple of times. But hey, what do kids know right? It's so colourful and singing everywhere. No wonder Satine's(main actress) sick. She's always acting high and giving men pleasure. It's nice though. The song. That's why I title's that. I got it from Moulin Rouge. The name's pretty fancy too. It's pronounce mou-lounge ra-ouch. Haha. I'm serious. That's what Christian(main actor) said. He was a writer and he can just make pretty quotes/poems anytime. Now that's, sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jamie's open house was ok. Lots of unknowns too. And omg. Ji soi yi sia. 2 of ex's came as lion dance. GOSH. And they're the, well, best ones! If it was Fiondi or Larry(which will never happen cos he's not in the lion dance), it'll be WAY better. Hai.. Anyway, we spent quite a lot of time there. From lunch time till evening. Haha. So, me &amp;amp; Chels left first since she was going visiting with us later. Got home, showered, crashed on the coach. And man was I lazy. Then about 2000? We went to bald Wee Jiet's house. No, I don't know how to spell his name. The house.. Pack with people and I saaw one of my ex again. -.- But I don't think he saw me. There were couple of hotties though. Rawr. But nah. They did say bye when we left. Lol. Got home about 2200? Then watched Enchanted with mother and Mou-lounge Ra-ouch. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. I got some of the pics from the previous post, 28/1/09 so I'll post it with this post too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-789195170327519124?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/789195170327519124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=789195170327519124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/789195170327519124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/789195170327519124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-hope-you-dont-mind-that-i-put-down-in.html' title='I hope you don&apos;t mind that I put down in words,'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SYUHtwPKtmI/AAAAAAAAAzk/OhzEE6kVgx0/s72-c/DSC00645%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-5394203304463752498</id><published>2009-01-30T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T16:44:37.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once upon the blue blue sky,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SYOekjifWXI/AAAAAAAAAx0/ltm_wu8CuQE/s1600-h/DSC00635%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297251937570216306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SYOekjifWXI/AAAAAAAAAx0/ltm_wu8CuQE/s320/DSC00635%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our 'friendship hang-on-phone-thingos'! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SYOekU6SV3I/AAAAAAAAAxs/_ZBZQSZDkz4/s1600-h/DSC02061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297251933643495282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SYOekU6SV3I/AAAAAAAAAxs/_ZBZQSZDkz4/s320/DSC02061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Teehee. Time to play dress up! I love my back fringe. Yea babeh. Taken by Sheryl. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SYOd2cCCXnI/AAAAAAAAAxk/mERExmtmmS0/s1600-h/DSC00631(edit).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297251145281068658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SYOd2cCCXnI/AAAAAAAAAxk/mERExmtmmS0/s320/DSC00631(edit).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's the As. The words are pretty small so the one on the left said, Ignore her. Right's blocked. Mid's HOT. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SYOd2ZdKcVI/AAAAAAAAAxc/B8VR1u70wwY/s1600-h/DSC00630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297251144589537618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SYOd2ZdKcVI/AAAAAAAAAxc/B8VR1u70wwY/s320/DSC00630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SYOd2JowQ5I/AAAAAAAAAxU/BJTvYxs1BVE/s1600-h/DSC00629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297251140343186322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SYOd2JowQ5I/AAAAAAAAAxU/BJTvYxs1BVE/s320/DSC00629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bruther.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SYOd2H9BekI/AAAAAAAAAxM/HvfxFPt2hGI/s1600-h/DSC00626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297251139891329602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SYOd2H9BekI/AAAAAAAAAxM/HvfxFPt2hGI/s320/DSC00626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sean. I didn't get a shot of Azizi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SYOd17DjEeI/AAAAAAAAAxE/JwUmOXMit0Y/s1600-h/DSC00623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297251136429036002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SYOd17DjEeI/AAAAAAAAAxE/JwUmOXMit0Y/s320/DSC00623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To the left, to the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SYOcaziA7WI/AAAAAAAAAw8/C0PXI8uwHW8/s1600-h/DSC00624%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297249571041242466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SYOcaziA7WI/AAAAAAAAAw8/C0PXI8uwHW8/s320/DSC00624%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I jsut realised I took their ass-es.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SYOca3686lI/AAAAAAAAAw0/Gz_eZZYKFAg/s1600-h/DSC00622%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297249572219578962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SYOca3686lI/AAAAAAAAAw0/Gz_eZZYKFAg/s320/DSC00622%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FAKEEE!!! JAMIEE!! LOOOOKKKKK. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SYOcah7MHHI/AAAAAAAAAws/bFKICdPqeEQ/s1600-h/DSC00615%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297249566314994802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SYOcah7MHHI/AAAAAAAAAws/bFKICdPqeEQ/s320/DSC00615%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While waiting for daddy-o to pick cousin LJ up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SYOcaqZtBJI/AAAAAAAAAwk/m_eoJHDjN_g/s1600-h/DSC00613%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297249568590464146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SYOcaqZtBJI/AAAAAAAAAwk/m_eoJHDjN_g/s320/DSC00613%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's obvious la please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was &lt;s&gt;a castle&lt;/s&gt; Fairy World! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday me, Sheryl, Paul, ma' bruther, Sean and Azizi went out! To Parkson. We were just walking around and we played bowling. Well, they actually. But I wanted to play. Just &lt;u&gt;someone&lt;/u&gt; don't want. And it'll look so awkward if I played alone. I ate a lot too yesterday. Had &lt;em&gt;ban mian &lt;/em&gt;with dad in the morning, reach parkson had McD, then walk around for a while then the guys went to McD to eat so I ordered a banana pie (and Paul paid. THANKS! :)) then had DeliFrance after the guys left for futsal. Then actually I was suppose to go Maxim eat again. But since I ate DeliFrance at 1600+? so no need lo. Then about 2000+? Mum brought us to Thompson's corner for supper. HAHA. &lt;em&gt;Don't worry. She hasn't gain weight yet&lt;/em&gt;. Of course la! That's just one day please. Anyway, guess who we saw at the bowling alley. That's right. A bunch of &lt;u&gt;A-Q-U-Asssss&lt;/u&gt;. OMG. Were they smokin' hot. Better than girls. But of course cannot beat Sheryl &amp;amp; me la! Hoho. &lt;s&gt;Joking.&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;We&lt;/s&gt; I sawa somebody unexpected too. NATALIE! Haha. And Gay boy &amp;amp; Russel. Kan dao you jiu pao diao de. Wo dong ps la! Don't like this mo. xP So, I bought a phone cover. Since my old one crack into pieces. That's about it. Then I paid for my own McD besides the pie. Then I got pay a bit in DeliFrance. Cos Sheryl's suppose to chia me. But I keluar Rm12.10. Haha. Then we made our 'friendship hang-on-phone-thingos'. Haha. Rm 43 man! Total la. I keluar Rm 5. HAHA. She wanted to make ba. Not me. Then.... Err, OH! We went to check out some &lt;u&gt;nerd&lt;/u&gt; glasses at my optician. Rm 224 total. No degree lens. I was suppose to pay half since we're sharing. But while I was in Thompson eat, Sheryl texted me and told me I didn't need to pay since I don't get monthly allowance but I still borrow it. Gan dong daoooo..... Omg. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I so hearts Sheryl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'll have you know, even my &lt;u&gt;EXs&lt;/u&gt; didn't treat me this good la please. So, we're gonna pick it up on Tues. Since we're gonna have a ladies-day-out. If Sheryl can make it. Hope you can babeh. I took some pics too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later in the afternoon mum's going to some of her dancing friend's house? So she ask my and bruther if we wanted to go. So ok lo. Fyi, I go red envelops only. :) Today's Jamie's open house too! It's gonna be night though. So no problem-o. I still don't know what to wear. Hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-5394203304463752498?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/5394203304463752498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=5394203304463752498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/5394203304463752498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/5394203304463752498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/01/once-upon-blue-blue-sky.html' title='Once upon the blue blue sky,'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/SYOekjifWXI/AAAAAAAAAx0/ltm_wu8CuQE/s72-c/DSC00635%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-8866983997900966855</id><published>2009-01-28T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T23:34:26.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need my life back.</title><content type='html'>I just realise. I woke up feeling depress again. Because of you. Again. You blamed me for ruining things? Excuse me, Mr. I said goodbye first and I'm blaming the chic. But as your name said. You said goodbye. Leave me &lt;u&gt;alone&lt;/u&gt;. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you so fking much! I need my life back. I need to stop thinking that it's my fault. I need to have fun once more. With all my babes. I don't need a guy to make me feel happy and thinking, "gosh. there is someone out there who cares about me" cos guess what. People do care. Stay out and never come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're poisoning my brain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. this post is just for me to release anger gas. Don't bother reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-8866983997900966855?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/8866983997900966855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=8866983997900966855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/8866983997900966855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/8866983997900966855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-need-my-life-back.html' title='I need my life back.'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-6922127235843627089</id><published>2009-01-28T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T18:24:25.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>28th January 2009,</title><content type='html'>A day to remember. OMG! I love yesterday! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOVE IT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fourth day of CNY, I followed Jac &amp;amp; Arvin go visiting. And Joan &amp;amp; Stef came too. We went to George's house then Wei Jiet's. It was so so very fun there! And hot. Haha. Delicious babeh. Then we went to SOHO for dinner. The pizza was o-so-yummy. Took a pic with Ah Yang. Wanted one with Ah Hong but didn't. Pity. Just waiting for Stef to send me the pics. And some other pics from Joan too. After SOHO we were suppose to go to Arvin's house? But if I go, no transport back. So yea. Pity. AGAIN! Cos I can't get more that 'delicious babeh' again. T.T And now, my mum's all, "faster go dust your bed! Sweep the floor! LALALALA!" OMG. I WANNA GO OUT! I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE FROM THIS!!! Me &amp;amp; chels are chatting now. Planning when to party. Yea babeh! Choi la this Jamie. Say what, Thursday or Friday go out. Yesterday go out pula. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love staying in Miri for CNY. LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. Pictures will be uploading after Stef and Joan sends them to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S.S. PARTY ALL DAY BABEH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-6922127235843627089?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/6922127235843627089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=6922127235843627089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/6922127235843627089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/6922127235843627089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/01/28th-january-2009.html' title='28th January 2009,'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7870357584542595814.post-5252856000226263078</id><published>2009-01-26T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T16:22:24.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Victory babeh.</title><content type='html'>That's right! Yesterday was first day of CNY and man! Did I get some big bucks. Haha. &lt;u&gt;Note to self&lt;/u&gt; : Never EVER go to Mariott even for tea! It's so terrible there. Like, come on man. Whose mango smoothies are &lt;s&gt;sweet&lt;/s&gt; SOUR?! Gosh. And. My bro ordered this spaghetti? And all you can taste is olive oil. I'm not even sure if it's olive oil! It's just oil and pasta, that's it. We went there cos my uncle wanted to watch the lion dance. Speaking of lion dance, when I came home for lunch, mum said that the lion dance from I don't know where came! D: &lt;em&gt;Why? I didn't know you were interested. &lt;/em&gt;How long have you known me, imaginary friend? &lt;em&gt;Err, not long? &lt;/em&gt;-.- Right. Anyway, I go for the boys ok? lol. &lt;em&gt;RRRIIIGGGHHHTTT. &lt;/em&gt;Yea, it's been ages since I put what imaginary friend says in here. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we went to MENG CHUAN'S house and it was ok. I think I got 10 bucks. Then went next door which was my aunty's good friends place? Got 10 too I think. Then another of my aunty's good friend was there and she gave &lt;s&gt;us&lt;/s&gt; me, 40 babeh! While my bro got 30 and Jamie &amp;amp; kids got 10. HAHAHAHAHAHA! Victory alright. Victory. Jamie was like, DD: That's unfair! There must be a mistake! HAHA. Then, came home had MEE SSUUUAAA~ Yea. It was really nice. &lt;em&gt;Of course la, the mee came from Sibu? &lt;/em&gt;-.- uh huh. Anyway, it really has been forever since I stayed for CNY in Miri. Usually I'll go back to Sibu. So, after lunch. Jac called and asked if I wanted to go over to Jo's place. And yes, it's a last minute thing. Then I had to beg mother to let me go. And drive me. HAHA. I was suprised she said ok. Then we stayed for a while and left for Jac's house. &lt;s&gt;I didn't get my ang pao from Jac yet.&lt;/s&gt; Anyway, then some of her friends came and we all went visiting again! They're really funny. Later I'm going with them again. :) Till I don't know when. Tee-hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, I didn't cam whore yesterday. But after lunch Jamie took a pic of me. I haven't got it yet. Today I'll prolly cam whore. Wearing my new dress. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7870357584542595814-5252856000226263078?l=nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/feeds/5252856000226263078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7870357584542595814&amp;postID=5252856000226263078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/5252856000226263078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7870357584542595814/posts/default/5252856000226263078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolish-galore.blogspot.com/2009/01/victory-babeh.html' title='Victory babeh.'/><author><name>Akito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067117776974806292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQbY9spGtyE/Scym9QAnnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/kDDztc5p4Jg/S220/DSC00787%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
