<?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-5390432355971111530</id><updated>2012-01-21T01:37:40.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>215</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-1850103503509873654</id><published>2009-06-07T19:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T19:18:59.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#215: You do, you don't.</title><content type='html'>Hello you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm I'm quite surprised that there are actually one or two of you who still visit this practically stagnant blog... Nonetheless, appreciate your eagerness to see my update! :b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, June holidays now. Busy busy me. I have so much shit going on, I don't even have the time to pangsai anymore. Pun intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I'll go slack off my day away, I really need to start studying by tomorrow or something! Common Tests after holidays... Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you people, enjoy your holidays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-1850103503509873654?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/1850103503509873654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=1850103503509873654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/1850103503509873654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/1850103503509873654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2009/06/215-you-do-you-dont.html' title='#215: You do, you don&apos;t.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-528685929891148972</id><published>2009-03-09T11:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T11:48:56.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#214: And you'd help me out of the dark.</title><content type='html'>Been about two months plus eh? I guess I'm still pretty much enjoying my life as a JC student. School's been really exhausting and hectic with lotsa tutorials to finish and upcoming tests, but well I'm pretty sure if I manage my time well enough it'd all be fine. Honestly, I think JC life is still pretty much awesome in DHS, not as bad as I thought it was. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orientation was really good, my CG is even better. There're only 20 people in my CG - 6 girls, 14 guys. Rather interesting, no? All of them are really fun people and really, I feel very lucky to be in this CG. Kirin is the most wonderful house of all, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering why I'm not in school? Woke up having a terrible headache and decided to stay home to rest and study for Chem lecture test which is on Wednesday. As I'm typing this, it's pouring outside. I don't like this kind of weather when I'm home alone... Tends to make me think too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, tutorials and revision here I come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy busy busyyyyy like a bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/britney+spears/track/womanizer" title="'Britney Spears - Womanizer' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Britney Spears - Womanizer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-528685929891148972?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/528685929891148972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=528685929891148972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/528685929891148972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/528685929891148972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2009/03/214-and-youd-help-me-out-of-dark.html' title='#214: And you&apos;d help me out of the dark.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-2440035172239861477</id><published>2008-12-28T23:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T23:11:20.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#213: You build me up just to let me down.</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone who still visits/links to this blog. Just a short notice, please &lt;u&gt;do not&lt;/u&gt; link me here anymore. I'm updating because I feel like it, but nonetheless this is not my official blog and this is to be neglected unless stated otherwise. It's no point checking on this blog all the time because my official one is down at Livejournal. I'm just keeping this for the sake of reminiscing purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou, Merry belated Christmas and a happy 2009 in a few days! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/the+maine/track/i+must+be+dreaming"&gt;The Maine - I Must Be Dreaming&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-2440035172239861477?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/2440035172239861477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=2440035172239861477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/2440035172239861477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/2440035172239861477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2008/12/213-you-build-me-up-just-to-let-me-down.html' title='#213: You build me up just to let me down.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-814254277886877952</id><published>2008-12-13T00:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:03:38.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#212: The damsel just left everything.</title><content type='html'>Woohoo I love this layout much don't you too? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everything I Ask For" by The Maine, featuring Hibari, Rokuko and Tsuna! The Maine and Katekyo Hitman Reborn ftw! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The layout is so tres classy and sleek I wanna code it for my LJ but unfortunately I still suck at LJ codes. Yes, for so long. Too used to Blogger codes lol makes me feel like coming back here sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still adore LJ much so k bye-bee!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/mayday+parade/track/black+cat"&gt;Mayday Parade - Black Cat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-814254277886877952?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/814254277886877952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=814254277886877952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/814254277886877952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/814254277886877952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2008/12/212-damsel-just-left-everything.html' title='#212: The damsel just left everything.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-521651757578919920</id><published>2008-12-02T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:43:22.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#211: Girls make boys cry.</title><content type='html'>Hi you! Been eons since I last updated here hm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I've been living a good life as for now, holidays are ultra boring now that Bookfest is over. No more jobs, and I really want the money. I've been cooping at home watching Katekyo Hitman Reborn hahaha. Oh well, I-Pin sure is cute, and Hibari sure is awesomely cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping trips have been rather fruitful but the happiness is rather short-lived. I'm broke now, as usual. Back to norm I suppose. But then again I still love my pink iPod Nano pretty much, you guys should get one cause it's really awesome. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I'm off to otaku now, I guess I'll see you in eons, then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-521651757578919920?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/521651757578919920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=521651757578919920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/521651757578919920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/521651757578919920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2008/12/211-girls-make-boys-cry.html' title='#211: Girls make boys cry.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-2852846142801221606</id><published>2008-10-05T18:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T18:29:56.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#210: Till we meet again.</title><content type='html'>I've decided to abandon this blog for good so goodbye dear readers, you can find me at my Livejournal instead I'll be residing over there totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I will still change the skin of this blog regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-2852846142801221606?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/2852846142801221606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=2852846142801221606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/2852846142801221606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/2852846142801221606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2008/10/210-till-we-meet-again.html' title='#210: Till we meet again.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-2150267532995148061</id><published>2008-09-30T18:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T18:42:34.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#209: You could take a chance on finding romance.</title><content type='html'>In case you wonder where I've vaporized to, I haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams have just been over, and I have a lot of free time to spare. Too much, in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I've been rather busy with my "free time", so I guess it's alright? Been otaku-ing at home, watching animes, designing layouts, doing vectors, illustrations, and also, writing stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need to start on all the drawings as well, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all I can tell you, just to let you know I'm still alive and kickin'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-2150267532995148061?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/2150267532995148061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=2150267532995148061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/2150267532995148061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/2150267532995148061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2008/09/209-you-could-take-chance-on-finding.html' title='#209: You could take a chance on finding romance.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-1833120444243324460</id><published>2008-07-27T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T21:58:58.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#208: Till you get to me on my morningside.</title><content type='html'>OHAYO DEAD BLOG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few weeks have been hectic buzzzzzzzzzy and whatnot, and I just realized I left this dead for two months plus already. I hope you guys had a great week? EOYs are like starting on 12Sept don't you feel the stress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am going to start being a cute nerd from now on and mug my way to the exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, an update for you guys who're locked out but yearning for my post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye, xoxo! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-1833120444243324460?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/1833120444243324460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=1833120444243324460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/1833120444243324460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/1833120444243324460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2008/07/208-till-you-get-to-me-on-my.html' title='#208: Till you get to me on my morningside.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-2429662301948865935</id><published>2008-05-17T19:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T19:38:17.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#207: Time stands still and two hearts catch fire.</title><content type='html'>Hello there you booboos! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time for all you who've been locked out from my eljay, huh. Well, there's actually nothin' much that I wanna say here, but I checked the date and was like "Oh, it's been two months since this was left dead", so I decided to write a post specially for those avid readers of my blog, but sadly locked out of my eljay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite an experience, these days. Friends all around have been really lovely and hey, I have to admit, I do love my class a lot a lot. The recent Level Camp I just had was fantabulous, it made me finally see the bond among my classmates and how happy we were during the camp. Those memories are, indeed, to be remember for the rest of my life. To think I was actually feelin' quite whatever at the mention of the adventure camp, it ended up with me feelin' glad that I had gone for it after all. How many times can you such experiences with your friends and classmates, and even schoolmates? I really enjoyed the camp a lot, and I miss our funny instructors and section leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is somethin' everyone'll definitely treasure, I'm sure of it. The fun times we had together, screaming and shouting and gettin' dirty. Although we all went home with sexy hoarse voices and being sunburnt, I'm sure everyone had a great time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those 4Falala-ians who still chance upon this rottin' blog, I LOVE 4F TO THE FULLEST WITH ALL MY HEART! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, boos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X.O.X.O,&lt;br /&gt;Yeling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-2429662301948865935?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/2429662301948865935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=2429662301948865935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/2429662301948865935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/2429662301948865935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2008/05/207-time-stands-still-and-two-hearts.html' title='#207: Time stands still and two hearts catch fire.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-2934439863041002396</id><published>2008-03-13T23:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T23:35:39.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#206: Shawty had them apple bottom jeans.</title><content type='html'>HEY THERE SHAKABOOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, don't be exhilarated just because I updated this gonna-be-dead blog. I r lovin' it @ Lj. No chance am I coming back. (Well, maybe, but hard.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just, spam or whatever you want, I don't really give a damn. For tags, won't reply unless necessary/you're a friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no too-friendly a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah bye, don't chu miss me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask for the link to my LJ if you really wanna know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Ye-oink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Something interesting: For Firefox users, try selecting the text. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-2934439863041002396?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/2934439863041002396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=2934439863041002396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/2934439863041002396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/2934439863041002396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2008/03/206-shawty-had-them-apple-bottom-jeans.html' title='#206: Shawty had them apple bottom jeans.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-8816861274916025913</id><published>2008-02-03T21:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T23:35:01.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#205: It's hard to think that you might not be real.</title><content type='html'>HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM MOVING OVER TO LJ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS TIME IT'S REAL~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I will still blog here sometimes when I'm not lazy though, I think.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who want to read those "Friends Only" posts, you gotta request for mutual friendship from me (LOL) and I gotta "friend" you so you can read those posts, so yeah. And please make sure I know who you are, because if I don't then too bad nyehnyeh go and die HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, if you guys change links, please tag and inform me because I will still try to update frequently. :D And I'll get access to all y'all blogs through this! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I will still need to use Blogger to do my skins and I'll come back to check on it like occasionally. And I have no intention of deleting this blog or whatsoever, because it really contains a lot of my memories. And maybe someday, I might move back again! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look forward to it guys, you know you love oh me me me! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-8816861274916025913?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/8816861274916025913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=8816861274916025913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/8816861274916025913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/8816861274916025913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2008/02/205-its-hard-to-think-that-you-might.html' title='#205: It&apos;s hard to think that you might not be real.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-942141887299612969</id><published>2008-02-03T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T17:13:15.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#204: Cause you're everywhere to me, when I close my eyes it's you I see.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;The human race has one really effective weapon, and that is laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Mark Twain&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI OMG HI I'M FEELING ALIENISH :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I didn't know my blog is so entertaining that Yvon can feel very high after reading. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unconditional love is in the Recent Top Rated Skins list #7! :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K uhm, I didn't go out with my mom anyway, realised it was pretty pointless going shopping with her since she probably won't buy anything for me. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been doing randomly stupid stuff since this morning! Created a LJ account, I might move over, well, just maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOGO TAKE A LOOK AT &lt;a href="http://leromantique.livejournal.com/"target="_blank"title="@ LJ!"&gt;leromantique@LJ&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND. Also a new blogskin account at &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/me/leromantique"target="_blank"title="@ Blogskins.com"&gt;Le.Romantique@Bloskins.com&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I'm not leaving the previous one, I'll most probably be toggling between the two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and have I mentioned about me and Yilin's joint account? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOGO! &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/me/doubleonezero-"target="_blank"title="Joint account"&gt;Doubleonezero-@Blogskins.com&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K hahaha have been very bored eh. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhowwww, am starting to love doing icons. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. MY. GOD. I'M SUPPOSED TO BE CHIONGING FOR MATHS TEST TOMORROW LA OMG GG AHHHHH HELP PLEASE SOMEONE PROBABILITY SUCKS I'M DOING BINOMIAL AND IT'S ALRIGHT TO ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my mom expects me to go Vivo alone to get that grey top tomorrow, after school. I'm supposed to chiong home to read Bio lor. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haisxz am going back to kampong on Wednesday morning, will be back on hmm Friday night. Sooo, you can try messaging me, it doesn't cost you money and is counted under the free sms part. BUT. Don't expect me to reply tee-why-vee-am. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Utterly don't know what to say.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm maybe I should get back to my Binomial, byeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Love - Understanding)^0 - 1 = 0.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-942141887299612969?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/942141887299612969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=942141887299612969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/942141887299612969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/942141887299612969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2008/02/204-cause-youre-everywhere-to-me-when-i.html' title='#204: Cause you&apos;re everywhere to me, when I close my eyes it&apos;s you I see.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-948882413383904814</id><published>2008-02-02T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T00:46:53.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#203: Sudden urge to make a very huge decision.</title><content type='html'>I suddenly feel like transferring over to VJ or TJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask why. Just that particular feeling. Just felt like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I bet my mom won't agree either so, no point actually. Don't get the wrong idea. I love DHS a lot and I'm a loyal Dunmanian true and true. It's just that. I don't know, just the sudden thought of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, a new school, a new life, new friends? You can get to forget all the unhappiness you had in DHS and make new friends and create a whole new image for yourself. (Maybe I can create that I-am-very-demure image for myself hehehe :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm too loyal to get my ass out of DHS. I can't bear to leave all my friends down here too. Besides, we're moving on to a new campus next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya, I don't know. I think the feeling will fade with time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-948882413383904814?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/948882413383904814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=948882413383904814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/948882413383904814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/948882413383904814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2008/02/203-sudden-urge-to-make-very-huge.html' title='#203: Sudden urge to make a very huge decision.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-4594822317554496414</id><published>2008-02-02T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T00:02:43.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#202: 'Cause I don't wanna waste another moment, in saying things we never meant to say.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;If you limit your choices only to what seems possible or reasonable, you disconnect yourself from what you truly want, and all that is left is a compromise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Robert Fritz&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel super sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sore throat is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a super ultra smexy voice now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say hello to smexy Ye-oink! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't bathe. Eh no, strike that. I bathed this morning and am super lazy, so not bathing anymore. LOL. Sooooo. The eyeliner is still on my eyes. YAY THAT MEANS TOMORROW DON'T NEED TO REAPPLY MUAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I haven't take out my contacts yettttttttttt. (Pokes eye)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAAAAAA K HI NICE TO SEE YOU AGAIN. 8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should sleep early because mom says she's bringing me to Vivo early in the morning tomorrow. Which means. SHOPPING! HEHEHEHEHEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time I wanna finish Bleach. Maybe I should watch Bleach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math and Lang Arts summary test on Monday, Biology test on Tuesday(not confirmed). HOW HOW HOW I HATE MEMORISING BIO SUCKS MY COCK LA OMG AND I TOTALLY FORGOT LAST YEAR'S BINOMIAL AND I CAN'T DO PROBABILITY FOR NUTS HOW!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slit myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jump down from a 30-storey building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, joking. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ye-oink says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping is good for health. 8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL HAIL YE-OINK THE VICE PRESIDENT OF FOOD SOCIETY!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course VP la, I can eat until no voice one leh, so pro right right RIGHT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND A VERY HAPPY NOTICE FOR YOU, TEENAGELOVEAFFAIR@BS.COM IS GOING PUBLIC AGAIN! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A round of applause)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO AVID READERS OF MY BLOG. 8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note: I submitted this skin for the Valentine's competition. If it qualifies. x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/info/177009" target="_blank"&gt;Click here to rate/comment/download/favourite teh fabulous skinnnnn!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If I just breathe&lt;br /&gt;Let it fill the space between&lt;br /&gt;I'll know everything is alright&lt;br /&gt;Breathe&lt;br /&gt;Every little piece of me&lt;br /&gt;You'll see&lt;br /&gt;Everything is alright&lt;br /&gt;If I just breathe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-4594822317554496414?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/4594822317554496414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=4594822317554496414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/4594822317554496414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/4594822317554496414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2008/02/202-cause-i-dont-wanna-waste-another.html' title='#202: &apos;Cause I don&apos;t wanna waste another moment, in saying things we never meant to say.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-9088963129487383368</id><published>2008-02-02T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T17:29:06.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#201: So you end up watching chances fade, and wondering what's real.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;The absence of flaw in beauty is itself a flaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Havelock Ellis&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEH HEH HEH I FEEL LIKE SUCH A PIG NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at VivoCity with Peixiannn hehehe. I was uhm, late for like half an hour. Sorry Pei! x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we had lunch at Secret Recipe, then had a walk around. Hahahaha so cool eh a lot of shops having sale! I saw this super nice plain grey long tee at Foever 21 and it was like 13bucks. So I came home and told my mom, and she asked me why I never buy. Then I say, "-_- I eat until no money liao. :O"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRR I WANT THAT TEE THE COLOUR IS SUPER NICE LA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and I saw this pair of Puma sneakers which I like and it's selling at 60! Omg, my mom say tomorrow might go Vivo YAY SHE MIGHT BUY FOR ME HEH HEH HEH. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, then we had dessert at &lt;b&gt;Shin Kushiya&lt;/b&gt;, this Japanese restaurant. Yaaaaaaaa the warabi mochi and the tofu cheesecake are super uber ultra delicious I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:default;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R6RYYQAmM0I/AAAAAAAAAJM/oCwNh73KNaw/s320/Image085.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162348246511006530" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the view of the restaurant WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:default;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R6RYnwAmM1I/AAAAAAAAAJU/_J5scRRg8xY/s320/Image086.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162348512798978898" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK AT MY WARABI MOCHI. DROOL PLEASE PEOPLE MUAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:default;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R6RZAgAmM2I/AAAAAAAAAJc/dmgo29OGFoM/s320/Image087.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162348938000741218" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, the tofu cheesecake is uber nice la, it melts in your mouth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please start drooling pools people, maybe you get to heal someone of their pain. (Sounds like Nel HAHAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I wanna watch &lt;b&gt;Jumper&lt;/b&gt;! It's in theatres on Valentine's. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should seriously get a life and stop eating. I KEEP EATING AND EATING NONSTOP OMG I'M GETTING SO BLOODY FAT AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K bye off to do skinning. Yeah, I skin people. Byeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-9088963129487383368?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/9088963129487383368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=9088963129487383368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/9088963129487383368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/9088963129487383368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2008/02/201-so-you-end-up-watching-chances-fade.html' title='#201: So you end up watching chances fade, and wondering what&apos;s real.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R6RYYQAmM0I/AAAAAAAAAJM/oCwNh73KNaw/s72-c/Image085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-3751010707707984167</id><published>2008-02-02T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T01:52:34.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#200: When you're gone, the pieces of my heart are missing you.</title><content type='html'>I seriously cannot be left at home alone. No, I can't. I'll start to think too much and going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am listening to When You're Gone by Avril and I already feel like crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everytime when you're online, I look at your contact and I stare. I move my mouse over but I just stare on and don't know what to do. I feel like clicking it, but I don't have the courage to do so. What do I say when I click it? "Hello!"? Or "Sorry!"? I don't know what to do, seriously. I feel like talking to you and yet I don't have the courage to do so. Or maybe it's my pride preventing me from doing so. All I can do is to keep waiting for the one day when you'll start talking to me. I feel like telling you how much I've missed you and no matter how much I laugh and smile in school, my heart still aches. I always feel confused whenever I see you in school, I always feel like a thorough retard. Whenever our eyes meet accidentally, even if it's for only a few seconds, my heart aches. Terribly. Whenever I see you in school, I wonder about how I should react. Should I smile? But you never did to me. Maybe I should pretend I don't know you. Back to times when we still didn't know each other, back to the times when we were still totally strangers to each other. But you never have the idea how much my heart twisted whenever I see you. Sometimes even in the canteen I find myself searching for your presence like a total retard. I still think of you so often I'm going nuts and no one knows. I know I should let go, I tried, but I couldn't. Is that how I should feel right now? You know, now I don't even know if you still read this blog.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I'm already crying like shit right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I miss you really badly, so much.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-3751010707707984167?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/3751010707707984167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=3751010707707984167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/3751010707707984167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/3751010707707984167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2008/02/200-when-youre-gone-pieces-of-my-heart.html' title='#200: When you&apos;re gone, the pieces of my heart are missing you.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-5394402955198214039</id><published>2008-02-02T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T00:56:54.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#199: You say I've been driving you crazy, and it's keeping you away.</title><content type='html'>YAY FINISHED EPISODE 155 ALREADY WOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left with a few more episodes, maybe I'll finished them altogether tomorrow. Nel is super uber ultra cute I'm going to kidnap her I swearrrrr. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realised this year got a lot of Year1s are blogskinners. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weijie just asked me if the skin he's using is done by me, cause some random Year1 tagged and said is done by someone from our school. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No la, the person used my basecodes, but the design is totally not my style, man. It's weird how come the Year1 can find his blog and tag just like that. So lame la. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K neverminddddd, it's still indirectly done by me anyway. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall go catch some sleep like seriously, tomorrow meeting Pei! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dang I feel like crying, like seriously.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KTHXBYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a last note: Fawn told me Mabel got the EP position. YAY SHE ROCKS LA SHE CAN REPRESENT OUR SCHOOL DAMN WELL I VOTED FOR HER LOR!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-5394402955198214039?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/5394402955198214039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=5394402955198214039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/5394402955198214039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/5394402955198214039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2008/02/199-you-say-ive-been-driving-you-crazy.html' title='#199: You say I&apos;ve been driving you crazy, and it&apos;s keeping you away.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-9189667072391492779</id><published>2008-02-01T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T21:17:29.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#198: And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Happiness is an imaginary condition, formerly attributed by the living to the dead, now usually attributed by adults to children, and by children to adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Thomas Szasz&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG HI MAN HI!!! :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;(I THINK MY BLOG IS ALSO VERY EXCITED TO SEE ME HAHAHAHA. :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am very excited too don't know why. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because I'm meeting Peixian tomorrow yayyyyy! I miss her a lot a lot k haven't seen her for quite some timeeeee! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiya ohno, no more gym tomorrow morning cause Alisa's not free. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was 30th on Wednesday. My mom suddenly said, "Today's the 30th already, so fast", and then I realised yes, it was the 30th. It was supposed to be our 9th... And yet we didn't make it. No, we didn't.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K hmm, today's Physics test almost killed me sighsxz. I don't know, maybe it already killed me! Z, sad laaa. But at least I got the last question correct hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm yeah hmm hahaha, during Lang Arts lesson the few of us were practically eating our way through hahaha. WOOOOOOOO WE TEH POP RINGS LOVER YO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we got this Food Society muahahaha (I came out with it sounds like Soul Society so cool :D) and Koink says he wants to be the President! Aiya bobian, I can only be VP lor! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission of Food Society: Eat food and get fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During lunch Steffi (The Year5 one -_-) suddenly came to ask me a very awkward and weird question which, well, I still managed to reply nonchalantly. I think I have to give myself a pat on the back for being so calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I THINK MY FRIENDS ARE RIGHT HOW ON EARTH CAN I STILL BE SO HYPER WHEN I ALWAYS SLEEP SO LATE AND GO TO SCHOOL SO EARLY!!! I THINK I'M WEIRD. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school had cee-cee-ayeee, and stupid Xiuli didn't wait for me la, she went off first lor wth right!!! Yeah sooo, I ended up going home with a junior from 1H. She's my mom's friend's daughter. Cool huh! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the train she suddenly tell me, "You're very pretty. :)".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I "O.O O.o o.o :O :/" all of a sudden and said, "Huh no la where got O.O".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, normally if Mayping they all say I sure "Of course la duh" then we laugh laugh laugh, but she seemed so serious I don't know how to react. As in seriously no, I'm not pretty la please. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO CUTE!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K uhmmm, yeah my mom just changed the bedsheet for me hehehe now my bed is full of that Hello Kitty staring at me LOL. And I don't know why she suddenly 手痒 go press my Pikachu's tummy then the "Pikachuuu, pikachuuu, pikachuuu" sound came out HAHAHA. Eh the Pikachu stuffed toy has been with me for don't know how long already, I think got like 5years la, still got sound leh!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and Koink was saying I should treat him Italian pizza on Valentine's, so in the end we decided that we should ask Mayping, Yilin and Amy they all to all go Sakae together!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's when I'm confirmed no date on that day laaa, and if they don't wanna go Sakae we shall all stay back and spend Valentine's with Vee my lovable boyfriend! :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was listening to all the songs, not only those favourites on my mp3, and realised that hey, they're all really nice even when I listen to them months, or even years later. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO WATCH &lt;b&gt;27 DRESSES&lt;/b&gt; AND &lt;b&gt;L CHANGE THE WORLD&lt;/b&gt; AND &lt;b&gt;KUNGFU DUNK&lt;/b&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, shall pull Pei with me to watch 27Dresses tomorrow. Hehehehehe. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realise I like to say hehe a lot omg. I keep "hehe"-ing people around me whenever I see them! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHALL GO OFF TO WATCH BLEACH OR MAYBE DO ANOTHER BLOGSKIN KTHXBYE. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-9189667072391492779?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/9189667072391492779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=9189667072391492779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/9189667072391492779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/9189667072391492779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2008/02/198-and-im-gonna-miss-you-like-child.html' title='#198: And I&apos;m gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-5098740694676744422</id><published>2008-01-29T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T23:13:37.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#197: No I can't be with you, cause I'm scared felt like I was falling when you left me.</title><content type='html'>1. Pick your birth month.&lt;br /&gt;2. Strike out anything that doesn't apply to you.&lt;br /&gt;3. Bold the five-ten that best apply to you.&lt;br /&gt;4. Copy to your own journal, with all twelve months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;JANUARY: &lt;b&gt;Stubborn&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;s&gt;hard-hearted&lt;/s&gt;. Ambitious and serious. Loves to teach and be taught. Always looking at people's flaws and weaknesses. Likes to criticize. &lt;b&gt;Hardworking&lt;/b&gt; and productive. &lt;b&gt;Smart, neat and organized.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;Sensitive and has deep thoughts.&lt;/b&gt; Knows how to make others happy. &lt;b&gt;Quiet unless excited or tensed.&lt;/b&gt; Rather reserved. Highly attentive. &lt;s&gt;Resistant to illnesses&lt;/s&gt; but prone to colds. &lt;b&gt;Romantic&lt;/b&gt; &lt;s&gt;but has difficulties expressing love&lt;/s&gt;. &lt;b&gt;Loves children.&lt;/b&gt; Loyal. Has great social abilities yet &lt;b&gt;easily jealous.&lt;/b&gt; Very stubborn and money cautious.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;JANUARY:&lt;/b&gt; Stubborn and hard-hearted. Ambitious and serious. Loves to teach and be taught. Always looking at people's flaws and weaknesses. Likes to criticize. Hardworking and productive. Smart, neat and organized. Sensitive and has deep thoughts. Knows how to make others happy. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Rather reserved. Highly attentive. Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds. Romantic but has difficulties expressing love. Loves children. Loyal. Has great social abilities yet easily jealous. Very stubborn and money cautious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FEBRUARY:&lt;/b&gt; Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. Sexy. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizes dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MARCH:&lt;/b&gt; Attractive personality. Sexy. Affectionate. Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Loves to serve others. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Observant and assesses others. Revengeful. Loves to dream and fantasize. Loves traveling. Loves attention. Hasty decisions in choosing partners. Loves home decors. Musically talented. Loves special things. Moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;APRIL:&lt;/b&gt; Active and dynamic. Decisive and hasty. but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people's problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Emotional. Aggressive. Hasty. Good memory. Moving. Motivates oneself and others. Sickness usually of the head and chest. Sexy in a way that only their lover can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAY:&lt;/b&gt; Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High spirited. Spendthrift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;JUNE:&lt;/b&gt; Thinks far with vision. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Talkative. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Able to show character. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Brand conscious. Executive. Stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;JULY:&lt;/b&gt; Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Likes to be quiet. Homely person. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Prone to having stomach and dieting problems. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AUGUST:&lt;/b&gt; Loves to joke. Attractive. Suave and caring. Brave and fearless. Firm and has leadership qualities. Knows how to console others. Too generous and egoistic. Takes high pride in oneself. Thirsty for praises. Extraordinary spirit. Easily angered. Angry when provoked. Easily jealous. Observant. Careful and cautious. Thinks quickly. Independent thoughts. Loves to lead and to be led. Loves to dream. Talented in the arts, music and defense. Sensitive but not petty. Poor resistance against illnesses. Learns to relax. Hasty and trusty. Romantic. Loving and caring. Loves to make friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SEPTEMBER:&lt;/b&gt; Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious and organized. Likes to point out people's mistakes. Likes to criticize. Stubborn. Quiet but able to talk well. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal but not always honest. Does work well. Very confident. Sensitive. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Must control oneself when criticizing. Able to motivate oneself. Understanding. Fun to be around. Secretive. Loves leisure and traveling. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Very choosy, especially in relationships. Systematic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;OCTOBER:&lt;/b&gt; Loves to chat. Loves those who loves them. Loves to take things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn't pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care of what others think. Emotional. Decisive. Strong clairvoyance. Loves to travel, the arts and literature. Touchy and easily jealous. Concerned. Loves outdoors. Just and fair. Spendthrift. Easily influenced. Easily loses confidence. Loves children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOVEMBER:&lt;/b&gt; Has a lot of ideas. Difficult to fathom. Thinks forward. Unique and brilliant. Extraordinary ideas. Sharp thinking. Fine and strong clairvoyance. Can become good doctors. Dynamic in personality. Secretive. Inquisitive. Knows how to dig secrets. Always thinking. Less talkative but amiable. Brave and generous. Patient. Stubborn and hard-hearted. If there is a will, there is a way. Determined. Never give up. Hardly becomes angry unless provoked. Loves to be alone. Thinks differently from others. Sharp-minded. Motivates oneself. Does not appreciate praises. High-spirited. Well-built and tough. Deep love and emotions. Romantic. Uncertain in relationships. Homely. Hardworking. High abilities. Trustworthy. Honest and keeps secrets. Not able to control emotions. Unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DECEMBER:&lt;/b&gt; Loyal and generous. Sexy. Patriotic. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Loves to socialize. Loves praises. Loves attention. Loves to be loved. Honest and trustworthy. Not pretending. Short tempered. Changing personality. Not egoistical. Take high pride in oneself. Hates restrictions. Loves to joke. Good sense of humor. Logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this from Anne's blog. Heh, was bored so decided to see if it applies. Well, the reason why I believe in horoscope is because most of the stuff that they say are really true about me. Yeah like, totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remembered that today I keep dropping my ruler cause I keep making weird sounds with it during Math lesson, then shoooom, fly out of my hand LOL. Oh then I tried to touch Siya on the other side of her shoulder, then she turned towards Yilin they all ask who call her, and when she finally asked a lot of people, I couldn't take it and laughed. Hahahaha she laughed and tried to whack my leg with her hand. Poor leg. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koink says I should change my blogskin because it's too pinky. Yeah okay, when another inspiration comes blasting into my mind and I feel like doing, I'll do up a new skin all for myself. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, this current one ain't getting good response from BS community. I'm like trying out a new style la, just that there're not enough comments for me to see if this is okayyyyy. Siansxz nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looooooong day ahead tomorrow sighsxz.Shall chiong home to take a nap and then start revising for Physics test on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am seriously feeling very very sick and sweating a lot, pleaseeeee get better and go to school tomorrow!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to be proud of is that I HAVEN'T BEEN CRYING! WOOOOOOOOOO :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighsxzsxzsxz I'm being elmo now goodbyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-5098740694676744422?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/5098740694676744422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=5098740694676744422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/5098740694676744422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/5098740694676744422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2008/01/197-no-i-cant-be-with-you-cause-im.html' title='#197: No I can&apos;t be with you, cause I&apos;m scared felt like I was falling when you left me.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-6904383904920881209</id><published>2008-01-29T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T22:07:38.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#196: I made a promise never to settle, why didn't I keep it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of yourself. What isn't part of ourselves doesn't disturb us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Hermann Hesse&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I realise I still think about you often when I shouldn't. I feel like slapping myself. I feel like such a bitch.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, I'm having severe flu and sore throat. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, it's hurting so much and I bet even if you come and stand beside me and let out a super smelly fart I also can't really smell it. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT THE POINT IS. I'm still eating stuff like tidbits etc. Shit man, I so don't know how to take care of myself. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my voice sound super duper ultra smexy. The 鼻音 super strong la. I totally don't sound like Ye-oink now. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind I'm going to make Amy and Koink keep sniffing with me HAHAHAHAHA. OH AND TOMORROW I'M BRINGING TWO PACKETS OF THE TIDBITS GOGO TOMORROW = TIDBITS DAY!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday's Maths Probability spring test = Zero. Shit, man. I totally suck at Probability la, or maybe it sucks so I don't understand. Grah, I think Trigo is like so much better than Probability. Yuckkkkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yesterday, I GOT MY VOLLEYBALL FROM LEONARD SOH SOH SOH!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shared with Jian nan la, so TEEWHY BOTH OF YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY KOR!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Marina Square with Alisa, she wanted to get Leo his birthday present. Sooo, she got him a Nike basketball! And then we went to Sakae to chiong lunch + dinner. Horrible I tell you, I ate like more than what I ate last time la. I was practically stuffing myself like fuck zzz. Oh then there was one time when the waiter was serving us the stuff we ordered, and I realised it's the same guy as when the last time we went anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya sooo, I was eating and talking to Alisa, when he served I just said "Teewhy!". Then Alisa started laughing, I also don't know why then I laugh. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the guy was gone, she said after I said "Teewhy", the guy had an amused yet confused look on his face, so she laughed, which made me laugh too. And tada, we laughed about that for quite a few minutes. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What lor, I'm used to saying teewhy to people whaaaaaat, what's wrong with that that also means thankyou. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayaya and I so totally looked like a volleyballer yesterday right right right I WAS CARRYING A VOLLEYBALL!!! K, lameeeeeee. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's PE was hahaha, cause the 2.4km run, me and Amy was practically walking and lagged by two rounds. LOL. Sorry la, I couldn't run what, want me to suffocate is it!!! I got severe flu leh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's amazing how Eustance is related to so many teachers in our school. His mother is Mr Ang's sister so Mr Ang is his uncle you know you know!! And his brother came to help out during our PE lesson LOL. And I also don't know how he is related to Mrs Janet Tan she was saying something like ask Eustance. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and today 4F has been greeting all the teachers in Chinese. LOL. I think Miss Koh's super cute, she still reply, "好的坐下，拿出你们的课本来". Hahaha super funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, Valentine's Day. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's on a Thursday which means... Classes end at 1.45. And I don't really know if I'll have any Valentine (which probably ain't the case), so if I don't have one, my volleyball can be my Valentine on VeeeDay. I LOVE MY VOLLEYBALL OKAY HE'S MY BOYFRIEND!!! (Is it a he or a she :S)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and for History we're supposed to do some propaganda thing to get others to come into our country, and JIAYI'S GROUP STOLE OUR FRANCE FROM US AND NOW WE GOT ITALY THE SUPPOSEDLY NEUTRAL COUNTRY!!! SOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITALY RULES ALLIED POWERS YOU ALL GO AND DIE WE WILL NEVER JOIN YOU MUAHAHAHAHA!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a nap just now, but now a probing headache is on a killing spree. I think I'm gonna fall sick like real soon, please don't let it be tomorrow, I know all Wednesdays are my cursed days! (Because last year I always fall sick on Wednesdays and I always miss Wednesdays' lessons. -_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and just now me and Koink were talking, then I think this part is super cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ye-oink    ,     teenage love affair.             says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ye-oink    ,     teenage love affair.             says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME TO THE DARK SIDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ye-oink    ,     teenage love affair.             says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE HAVE COOKIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ye-oink    ,     teenage love affair.             says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[heibaipei]  http://www.heeheehoohoohahahoho.blogspot.com i love my dog I (L) BON JOVI! says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come over to the FUN SIDE WE HAVE POPPOPPOPPOP RINGS!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[heibaipei]  http://www.heeheehoohoohahahoho.blogspot.com i love my dog I (L) BON JOVI! says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heeheeheeheehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ye-oink    ,     teenage love affair.             says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ye-oink    ,     teenage love affair.             says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POP RINGS LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[heibaipei]  http://www.heeheehoohoohahahoho.blogspot.com i love my dog I (L) BON JOVI! says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ye-oink    ,     teenage love affair.             says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL HEH HEH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[heibaipei]  http://www.heeheehoohoohahahoho.blogspot.com i love my dog I (L) BON JOVI! says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pop rings shall take over pringles some day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[heibaipei]  http://www.heeheehoohoohahahoho.blogspot.com i love my dog I (L) BON JOVI! says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously think people around me are going to grow fat with me, we keep talking about food all the time omg. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and everyone thinks my bag looks nice. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OF COURSE LA, I CHOOSE ONE LEH!!! And it's not bimbo hor DON'T TRY TO IMPLY THAT I'M A BIMBO IDIOTS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ye-oink says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very sick. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K anywayyyyy, tests are coming and I think I should start mugging already. Me a cute super smart nerd. 8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WATCH OUT I'M GOING TO BRING MY BOYFRIEND TO SCHOOL ON THURSDAY I'M GOING TO HUG HIM TO SCHOOL MUAHAHAHAHA ENVY ME GIRLS I HAVE A VOLLEYBALL AS A BOYFRIEND!!! :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chilling out this Saturday, anyone? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Goodbye halcyon days."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-6904383904920881209?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/6904383904920881209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=6904383904920881209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/6904383904920881209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/6904383904920881209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2008/01/196-i-made-promise-never-to-settle-why.html' title='#196: I made a promise never to settle, why didn&apos;t I keep it?'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-5054052542646759753</id><published>2008-01-27T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T23:50:25.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#195: There's something different in the way you smile</title><content type='html'>GOGOGO STILL GOT 7 MORE EPISODES THEN I CAN STOP ALREADY WAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASHIDO IS HOT SHIT, BY THE WAY. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M GONNA KIDNAP NEL NOW, TATA! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-5054052542646759753?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/5054052542646759753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=5054052542646759753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/5054052542646759753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/5054052542646759753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2008/01/195-theres-something-different-in-way.html' title='#195: There&apos;s something different in the way you smile'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-6327220679944090919</id><published>2008-01-27T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T23:01:58.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#194: But I just can't let you go, and I hate that I love you so.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Perhaps the feelings that we experience when we are in love represent a normal state. Being in love shows a person who he should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Anton Chekhov&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am ultra sian-ded. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crampppppppppppppppppppp. D: (hugs abdomen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 好朋友 came last night which was utterly irritating. Now I have difficulty walking with a straight back because the cramps are so totally horrible they're on a killing spree, to murder me. Even when I'm sitting down I can feel the horrible gushing of my bestfriend out of me. Help-zzzzzzzzzzz!!! (Note: Bestfriend doesn't really = best friend.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's more, I have a totally horrible sore throat! I sound so much like a guy now, when I already have quite a low-pitched voice for a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haisxz what a smexy voice I have now. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Mayping ah, I don't know how come I ended up in the "waiting list" for your FC LOL. Why are we your fans!!! Hahaha. And I think Wx's tag very funny. Weixun! You can be called "Koink"! It sounds cute hahaha. (Sounds like the King Koil thing :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ye-oink says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm cool. 8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K anyway, this afternoon my mom came to ask me when I was doing homework, "You two break already huh, why what happened?" Then I "Ya one day before my birthday" and turned around and cried. Wtf now I feel so stupid and embarrassed. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember she said something about, "Aiya, what kind of guy is that, I bet is because don't want to buy you birthday present lor" before leaving me alone. Well I didn't have the chance to tell her what actually happened, and I think she wouldn't understand anyway, no one does. So I just left it at there, and besides, I wasn't in a really stable mood to talk about it, neither do I wish to hear anything else from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You know what, please kindly remember, you bitch, that this is the second time you made me feel so screwed up, and I don't think you'll ever get the chance to, no not anymore. Because till now, I don't really know the reason to this break up as well. So yeah, like you said, I guess it's pretty hard for me to completely cool down.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I really appreciate the fact that my mom left me alone after she realised something isn't right with me. Maybe you all should just ignore the previous post then. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh is it hot here or is it just meeeeeeeeeee! I always feel hot for no reason whenever my 好朋友 visits me. Sigh, maybe because I'm too hot that's why. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia for CNY, sighsxz. Will be off at night on the 6th, back on 8th, most probably. (Because me and my brother requested to just get all the red packets and zoom back home asap, that place is boring sai.) I will miss so many people on that two and a half days because I CAN'T COMMUNICATE WITH ANYONE WHEN I'M THERE!!! Horrible ah, I can't message cause I'm overseas, and I also can't go online cause there's not a single computer down there. Haisxz, horrible place, horrible kampong. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND I JUST STARTED WATCHING THE PART WHERE NEL PLAYS ENDLESS TAG WITH ICHIGO AND GANG! Omg, I want to kidnap Nel she's so uber kawaii. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound super smexy now with my (clears throat) wunnerful voice. And my throat feels so dry all the time I keep thinking I'm dehydrating, when I'm like gulping down so much water. Yaaaaaaaa I know, it's not right to only drink so much water when I fall sick officially, I must continue to drink more water everyday right right right you nannies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY TOMORROW CARRYING ZINC BAG TO SCHOOL! (GRINS WIDELY) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And PLEASE REMEMBER TO BRING YOUR TIES TOMORROW PEOPLE, IT'S A GREAT BIG MONDAY MORNING, PLEASE BE ORANGE INSTEAD OF BLUE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya k bye Chinese test tomorrow hateeeeeeeee Chinese.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-6327220679944090919?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/6327220679944090919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=6327220679944090919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/6327220679944090919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/6327220679944090919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2008/01/194-but-i-just-cant-let-you-go-and-i.html' title='#194: But I just can&apos;t let you go, and I hate that I love you so.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-7704666809158072386</id><published>2008-01-26T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T23:01:52.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#193: Utterly pissed off.</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone. This post is particularly dedicated to my dearest (Yeah, like fuck) mom who hasn't particularly failed to ruin my day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear (PUI) mom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love (Like shit) you so much that I hope you die soon so I won't have to suffer from you ruining my day ever again. I have been trying to hold back all my tears since this morning and there, just one whole string of words from you they came rolling down like no one's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have to shout at me? Do you have to ruin my day even more? Do you? No and fuck you, you don't have the right to. You know I seriously would rather be an orphan than to have a mother like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why do you have to be so extreme as to scream at me when I said me and my brother are planning to get a new computer. Very fun is it? To think I always feel guilty after giving you bad attitude when I wake up from the wrong side of the bed. I guess I don't even need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's more, you knew I wasn't really in a good mood because of my dead relationship and tada, you love making me feel depressed. You're a fucking lousy mom who is bloody insensitive to your own daughter's feelings. And I would like to once again remind you that I'm not the one who forfeited my chance to study and end up taking up lousy jobs, you are. You're the failure in life and now you're trying to make my life go down with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like so god-damned pissed off and typing this whole fucking post with strings of tears rolling down my face that you know what,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你去死吧，死了我也不会想你。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to hate my face because it looks like you. Maybe I should probably disfigure myself. But why make myself suffer when you're the one who deserves to suffer more than I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, please do believe me when I say i'm gonna start making your life like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your most filial (Of course duh) daughter,&lt;br /&gt;Ye-oink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I'm sorry if I seem a lil extreme, but if you don't mind, you can swap mothers with me for one day and you'll get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-7704666809158072386?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/7704666809158072386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=7704666809158072386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/7704666809158072386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/7704666809158072386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2008/01/193-utterly-pissed-off.html' title='#193: Utterly pissed off.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-8546156962555980091</id><published>2008-01-26T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T21:57:37.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#192: Do you know what it feels like, loving someone that's in a rush to throw you away?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Events in the past may be roughly divided into those which probably never happened and those which do not matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;William Ralph Inge&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks to Hui en, her blog gave me inspiration and somehow I managed to come out with this skin. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is very pinky but well!!! It isn't my fault I swear! And then yay, I submitted! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/info/176368"target="_blank"title="Second spring"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and go take a look! :D&lt;br /&gt;(Actually what's the point you've already seen it here. :O well if you're a blogskinner, you might wanna comment then. Heh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I still think I suck at using brushes. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I spent like 4hours doing this skin. It's like, brushes, then coding. And hell I love coding, I don't mind spending time doing that. (Grins widely)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I just finished the whole box of Meiji Meltykiss on my own! THANKS ALISA! :D&lt;br /&gt;(And I predict that a sore throat is on its way to murder me, I can feel it. :x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stains still on hands, just that they're lighter compared to yesterday already. Stupid zig marker, so difficult to wash off, whereas Yilin's permanent black marker went off right after a second wash. Grrrrr :@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blogskinners are talking about Valentine's on the forums. Whatever happened to mine? I guess mine's screwed since the day my relationship died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ye-oink says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The box of Ferrero Rocher in the fridge looks so tempting I'm seeing stars and growing fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh speaking of stars, did you guys realised the big round moon during the last two nights? It was bee-you-tiful, I caught a glimpse of it when I was on my way to the bus stop to school on the last two mornings. Alright, maybe more than just a glimpse, and it wasn't even morning yet anyway, it was still nearing dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bright cold silver moon&lt;br /&gt;Tonight alone in my room&lt;br /&gt;You were here just yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Slight turn of the head&lt;br /&gt;Eyes down when you said&lt;br /&gt;I guess I need my life to change&lt;br /&gt;Seems like something's just aren't the same&lt;br /&gt;What could I say?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh heh reminds me of the song &lt;i&gt;Tongue Tied by Faber Drive&lt;/i&gt;. But seriously, the moon looked ultra sweet, it just felt so soothing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And then it came across my mind, maybe we were both looking up at the same sky at the same time, looking at the same bright moon.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Utterly no comments.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall get back to Bleach, stopped it halfway to submit this skin and now I should probably continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's hard for me to not be angry at you, go stare at all your eyecandies like a pervert and go and die for all I care. Besides, we're already through, you're not tied down, so go on, court them if you like.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-8546156962555980091?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/8546156962555980091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=8546156962555980091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/8546156962555980091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/8546156962555980091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2008/01/192-do-you-know-what-it-feels-like.html' title='#192: Do you know what it feels like, loving someone that&apos;s in a rush to throw you away?'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-4981728437323782985</id><published>2008-01-26T11:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T12:01:06.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#191: Smash the mirror and break the palm reader's hand.</title><content type='html'>My heart ached. It twisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I still cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;Katharine McPhee - Everywhere I go&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's funny how you think you really know yourself&lt;br /&gt;Like you would never lose yourself to someone else&lt;br /&gt;And I was up to thinking it was all about you and me&lt;br /&gt;Silly silly me&lt;br /&gt;I should have never listened to a word you said&lt;br /&gt;But I was always giving in to promises&lt;br /&gt;I never should have gone for&lt;br /&gt;I should never long for you no matter how hard it gets&lt;br /&gt;And I want this to be over&lt;br /&gt;I so want this to be through&lt;br /&gt;In the end somehow it always comes back to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause everywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I do boy&lt;br /&gt;I just can't get you out of my head&lt;br /&gt;So it annoys me&lt;br /&gt;(You wasn't man enough)&lt;br /&gt;To come and tell me&lt;br /&gt;(That I was never the one)&lt;br /&gt;Like you said I was&lt;br /&gt;(You could have told someone)&lt;br /&gt;You knew you didn't love me anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had only told me how you really felt&lt;br /&gt;I could have put my feelings into someone else&lt;br /&gt;But I was busy thinkin' I was where I was supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;Silly silly me&lt;br /&gt;But there was something 'bout you that I couldn't resist&lt;br /&gt;Can't put my finger on it but whatever it is&lt;br /&gt;I never should have stood for it&lt;br /&gt;I know you're no good for me&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want it to be over&lt;br /&gt;I so want it to be through&lt;br /&gt;In the end somehow it always comes back to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause everywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I do boy&lt;br /&gt;I just can't get you out of my head&lt;br /&gt;So it annoys me&lt;br /&gt;(You wasn't man enough)&lt;br /&gt;To come and tell me&lt;br /&gt;(That I was never the one)&lt;br /&gt;Like you said I was&lt;br /&gt;(You could have told someone)&lt;br /&gt;You knew you didn't love me anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself&lt;br /&gt;Get over you&lt;br /&gt;It's over right&lt;br /&gt;Right thing to do&lt;br /&gt;And just when I thought I was done&lt;br /&gt;You pull me in for another run&lt;br /&gt;I can't take this&lt;br /&gt;I won't take this&lt;br /&gt;I can't do this&lt;br /&gt;I Won't do it&lt;br /&gt;Even if I know in the end somehow it always comes back to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause everywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I do boy&lt;br /&gt;I just can't get you out of my head&lt;br /&gt;So it annoys me&lt;br /&gt;(You wasn't man enough)&lt;br /&gt;To come and tell me&lt;br /&gt;(That I was never the one)&lt;br /&gt;Like you said I was&lt;br /&gt;(You could have told someone)&lt;br /&gt;You knew you didn't love me anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause everywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I do boy&lt;br /&gt;I just can't get you out of my head&lt;br /&gt;So it annoys me&lt;br /&gt;(You wasn't man enough)&lt;br /&gt;To come and tell me&lt;br /&gt;(That I was never the one)&lt;br /&gt;Like you said I was&lt;br /&gt;(You could have told someone)&lt;br /&gt;You knew you didn't love me anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause everywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I do boy&lt;br /&gt;I just can't get you out of my head&lt;br /&gt;So it annoys me&lt;br /&gt;(You wasn't man enough)&lt;br /&gt;To come and tell me&lt;br /&gt;(That I was never the one)&lt;br /&gt;Like you said I was&lt;br /&gt;(You could have told someone)&lt;br /&gt;You knew you didn't love me anymore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I still reverted back to listening to this same, old, song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I miss you bad.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-4981728437323782985?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/4981728437323782985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=4981728437323782985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/4981728437323782985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/4981728437323782985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2008/01/191-smash-mirror-and-break-palm-readers.html' title='#191: Smash the mirror and break the palm reader&apos;s hand.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-5770318896292670314</id><published>2008-01-26T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T00:36:05.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#190: I shouldn't love you, but I want to, I just can't turn away.</title><content type='html'>I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO I AM NOT EMO &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 40pt; line-height: 100%;"&gt;I AM NOT EMO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like designing skin now, but need pikchureeeeeeeees! Z, hate the search-for-pikchure part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiya in the end I don't know what I was doing and forgot to watch Bleach. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I go out tomorrow SHOULD I!!! I feel like going out but at the same time like kind of siansxz. Haisxz see how then confirm again la. I think I'll at most wake up at around er, later than 11, confirm plus double guarantee chop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K LA NEVERMIND I SHALL GO SLEEP ALREADY DEAD TIRED AFTER BEING HIGH FOR LIKE ONE WHOLE DAY ZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STILL CAN SEE A BIT OF THE WORDS ON MY HANDS LOR, CAN'T TOTALLY WASH OFF Z!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the very very last time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT EMO I DON'T FEEL LIKE CRYING!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah actually I just feel so tired I wanna piak into bed and sleep immediately, don't need to think so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;That's when it all falls apart.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-5770318896292670314?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/5770318896292670314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=5770318896292670314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/5770318896292670314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/5770318896292670314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2008/01/190-i-shouldnt-love-you-but-i-want-to-i.html' title='#190: I shouldn&apos;t love you, but I want to, I just can&apos;t turn away.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-9188554216763476815</id><published>2008-01-25T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T23:29:46.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#189: Thought you should know, I tried my best to let go of you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Friendship is certainly the finest balm for the pangs of disappointed love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Jane Austen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think all my friends are very cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the...? What kind of guy is he la, one day before your birthday leh!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the universal response I got when they asked me and after I replied. Jiayi is the cutest she said she wanted to help me slap the guy. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was so cute of them la, and thankyou Rachel for that hug you gave me when we met! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls are always awemazing, they always manage to make my day the whole time. With 4F,you can never think too much. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But that doesn't mean anything, no.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does do me good to rant, and god, I feel so good after ranting to the girls. It's like, girls are girls afterall, they will always side girls and always complain about guys together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I think I'm going to seriously grow fatter omg. There's still a box of Ferrero Rocher and a box of Meiji Meltykiss and more than 5 big packets of tidbits waiting for my mouth to open up then swallow them. OMGOMG HOW I CANNOT GAIN WEIGHT I'LL LOOK SO FAT OMG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going to change bag on Monday yay can't wait you guys can totally wait for me to appear like a pregnant woman once more HAHA. So cool right haisxz can't help it I'm too cool. 8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really hot here or is it just me? Oh man I'm so hot am emitting so much heat I think I'm gonna burn the place down. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY SHHHHHHHH SHUT UP STOP BEING NARCISSISTIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Sunday my mom going bank I think. This computer still sucks la me and my brother should just go take money from bank on Sunday and go buy a new desktop straight away, the earlier the better man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Quote from Eustance]&lt;br /&gt;For the betterment of mankind!!!&lt;br /&gt;[/Quote]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like going for teatime Sakae tomorrow, anyone? Everyone I've asked are either not free or no money. Holy shit, that's like bloody sad can. AHHH I WANNA EAT SAKAE!!!!!! (Whines)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I can have a new name now HI EVERYONE MY NAME IS YE-OINK!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeling + Pig = Ye-oink 8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K BYE SHALL GO WATCH BLEACH HEHEHE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-9188554216763476815?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/9188554216763476815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=9188554216763476815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/9188554216763476815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/9188554216763476815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2008/01/189-though-you-should-know-i-tried-my.html' title='#189: Thought you should know, I tried my best to let go of you.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-8995799803059667051</id><published>2008-01-25T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T21:27:26.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#188: Most memorable birthday of my life.</title><content type='html'>First of all, I would like to say, I had a really awesome day today and I enjoyed it really very much. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on I'm going to update you on the happenings of today. (Grins sheepishly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to school in a very excited manner looking like a Primary school kid feeling happy that she is finally going to school. (Apparently I couldn't really sleep last night la so excited!!! :O) K and when I opened the door and stepped into class, I gave my signature grin to those who were already in class and people started wishing me "Happy Birthday". ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer my favourite came to our class and gave me a box of Ferrero Rocher, while I got my Zinc backpack from Tinghui at the foyer. Yilin came into class with a big plastic bag full of tidbits and me and Shuting were wondering what they were for, so before going for flag-raising we tried to go kaypoh a bit. How I know Yilin immediately shoo-ed me away and only Shuting was allowed to stand there. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After flag-raising Yilin lured me to go to the toilet with her, knowing well I'd sure say "okay". When we opened the back door...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YELING, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg 4F started singing birthday song for me! And when I got to my seat I saw this slice of pink birthday cake on my table and lots of presents on my chair and the one behind mine. I was so super touched by this lovely surprise that I cried! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I cry on my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah man, and my arms were full of birthday wishes and signatures that when I went for flag-raising, recess and lunch everyone's eyes are like staring at me. Omg feel so cute all of a sudden lol. I think it'll become a new trend later you see everyone becoming walking birthday cards woooooooo hahaha! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah man, after cca Renee came and gave me a Starbucks tiramisu! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay time to thank people now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For birthday wishes, before exact day:&lt;br /&gt;Unique, Anne, Caasandra and sister Claris, Michelle, Deborah, Sanpeng, Wayne, Peixian, Pingteck and Keith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On exact day:&lt;br /&gt;Weixun, Jennifer, Iimelda, L, Samuel, Gordon, Renee, Tinghui, whole of 4F, Kiat Leong, Ruixiang, Rachel, Junhao, Yuhong, Hongkai, Yuanhao, Tingxu, Ray, Shu en, Chak, Yvon, Hui en, Huaimin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For presents:&lt;br /&gt;1) Jennifer for the box of Ferrero Rocher;&lt;br /&gt;2) Tinghui for the Zinc backpack;&lt;br /&gt;3) Alisa for the Meiji Meltykiss;&lt;br /&gt;4) Iimelda for the glass and cute coin pouch;&lt;br /&gt;5) My 4F Angel for the cake which I accidentally dropped :( ;&lt;br /&gt;6) Zina for the 3 Ferrero Rocher;&lt;br /&gt;7) Renee for the delicious tiramisu;&lt;br /&gt;8) And last but not least, Mayping, Rachel, Yilin and Weixun for the truckloads of tidbits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY, THANKYOU 4F FOR THIS AWEMAZINGLY LOVELY SURPRISE AND BIRTHDAY SONG! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very funny, they got me one whole lot of tidbits that i had to lug home just now haha! Basically today I lugged home the Zinc bag and all the food. Luckily Kor forgot to bring the volleyball ah, if not I have to lug one more ball home. Z! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's birthday is the most memorable birthday ever, to me. Today was a fun day and I swear I'll never ever forget about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again thankyou to all of you! Especially 4F, you do know how much I love you don't you! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best birthday of my life, ever, and I can finally catch NC16 movies. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat-my-tiramisu time! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet sixteenth birthday is almost over. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-8995799803059667051?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/8995799803059667051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=8995799803059667051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/8995799803059667051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/8995799803059667051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2008/01/188-most-memorable-birthday-of-my-life.html' title='#188: Most memorable birthday of my life.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-5533848042358556294</id><published>2008-01-25T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T00:09:23.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#187: 16th Birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:45pt; line-height:100%"&gt;HAPPY 16TH BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK 25TH JANUARY IS A SUPER NICE DATE :D :D :D :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-5533848042358556294?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/5533848042358556294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=5533848042358556294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/5533848042358556294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/5533848042358556294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2008/01/187-16th-birthday.html' title='#187: 16th Birthday.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-1347478422634441788</id><published>2008-01-24T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T22:38:01.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#186: And still you said your love was gone and that I had to leave.</title><content type='html'>We're through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like crying but I don't. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe will cry at night, but maybe won't. Actually I'm still excited about tomorrow. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thanks a million, you almost ruined my birthday.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is by far the most memorable birthday I'm going to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I'm just being sarcastic. Ha, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start deleting all the messages that you sent me in my inbox, though not the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes for your information, yes I'm ignoring you. Or maybe should even start to block you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should I suffer when I don't think it's entirely my fault?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, I've had enough. You never did try and you will never change. Go join your friends. Go out with other girls too. Go and die for all I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should even unlock this blog right now and let all of them read this post, since it doesn't matter anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're as selfish as you can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah go on, flame me now, tell me how lousy a girlfriend I was. I knew that and now I don't give a fuck about it anymore. You always make decisions and expect me to accommodate you without questions. Who am I? Your dog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A relationship is about giving and receiving. I feel like I've been giving so much you're just plain receiving. Did you even give a damn about me? Do you know how much it hurts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you don't even give a fuck about my feelings. Yes, go ahead and count how many "fuck"s I've said in this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, FUCK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT WAS FUCKING NICE OF YOU TO SAY THIS JUST ONE DAY BEFORE MY BIRTHDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for ruining my birthday, a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, you're fucking heartless and bloody insensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not the only one with problems, and you make it seem as if your problems are like on top of the world. You know what, I don't even understand why the hell did I patch up with you in the first place when I already knew how you are like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of guy would say this just right before the girl's birthday to ruin her day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think that I was actually looking forward to spending Valentine's with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this irritates you, then I'm very sorry because currently I'm very pissed. Maybe I might apologize in my posts later. Just maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, the last goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING FOREVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I think I need hugs tomorrow.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-1347478422634441788?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/1347478422634441788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=1347478422634441788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/1347478422634441788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/1347478422634441788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2008/01/186-and-still-you-said-your-love-was.html' title='#186: And still you said your love was gone and that I had to leave.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-769315777499618022</id><published>2008-01-24T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T20:47:32.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#185</title><content type='html'>OMG MY SKIN GOT 6TH IN RECENT TOP RATED OMG OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D :D :D :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-769315777499618022?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/769315777499618022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=769315777499618022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/769315777499618022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/769315777499618022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2008/01/185.html' title='#185'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-1193618895963809101</id><published>2008-01-24T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T20:12:41.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#184: Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;To be brave is to love someone unconditionally, without expecting anything in return. To just give. That takes courage, because we don't want to fall on our faces or leave ourselves open to hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Madonna&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's time to let it go.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I would like to say that I'M NOT MOVING TO WORDPRESS ANYMORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I shall start on a brief update on these few days. Lessons and lessons and lessons. History test was !@#$%^ cause all of us just copied etc. Oh and by the way, I GOT THE "SICK MAN OF EUROPE" QUESTION RIGHT LEH I PUT OTTOMAN EMPIRE!!! :D (Actually is tyco one LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and me and Weixun were writing like "Right hand :D" on our left hands and "Left hand :D" on our right hands. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, yeah okay. Got back quite late cause was playing volleyball after school with Amy, Yilin, Shuting and Eugene and two year5 guys, until it started raining. And went home with Yilin, Shuting, Mayping, Hanyin and Liqin LOL. It was laughing time HAHAHA. Although I was actually having a pretty bad headache. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Yilin, Shuting and I are going for EDS NIGHT. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, TOMORROW IS MY BIRTHDAY!!!! :D :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, I don't know why I always have a habit of wishing myself Happy Birthday on my blog as the first thing. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOOOOOO PEOPLE START COMING AND WISHING ME HAPPY BIRTHDAY HEHEHEHEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh and I suddenly have an idea!!! PEOPLE PLEASE WRITE HAPPY BIRTHDAY AND SIGN YOUR NAMES ON MY HANDS AND ARMS TOMORROW OKAY!!! EH I THINK IT'S LIKE DAMN COOL LA I DON'T MIND DIRTYING MY HANDS TOMORROW! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I still feel a bit sick. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K NEVERMIND I SHALL BE STRONG AND UHM TOMORROW IS MY BIG DAY I'M LUGGING A BAG FROM TINGHUI AND A VOLLEYBALL FROM KOR HOME!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI I'M 15 YEARS AND 365 DAYS OLD TODAY. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW I'LL OFFICIALLY BE 16!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so uhm, old and matured all of a sudden. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY ANGEL IS A VERY NICE PERSON SHE GAVE ME CHOCOLATES LOR!!! AND SHE SAYS SHE'S GONNA GET ME BIRTHDAY PRESENT WOOOOOOOO. AND I SUSPECT IT'S GUIJU CAUSE HER NOTE SAID "NO SWEAT" AND IT SOUNDS VERY MUCH LIKE UG PEOPLE WOULD SAY THAT. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Eustance got pissed with my note to him he tore it up sobs he piang my heart. :(&lt;br /&gt;(Cause I keep writing mushy stuff to diss him HAHAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG 公主小妹 TODAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K HEHEHE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-1193618895963809101?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/1193618895963809101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=1193618895963809101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/1193618895963809101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/1193618895963809101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2008/01/184-why-cant-i-speak-whenever-i-talk.html' title='#184: Why can&apos;t I speak whenever I talk about you.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-8022085942489207223</id><published>2008-01-22T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T01:12:18.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#183: Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you.</title><content type='html'>Bear with me. Lazy to design a new skin for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be right back at ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-8022085942489207223?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/8022085942489207223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=8022085942489207223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/8022085942489207223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/8022085942489207223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2008/01/183-why-cant-i-breathe-whenever-i-think.html' title='#183: Why can&apos;t I breathe whenever I think about you.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-5038171551922213116</id><published>2008-01-21T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T22:57:49.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#182: Hey baby, you say you wanna fly around the world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Scandal is gossip made tedious by morality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Oscar Wilde&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, today's Math lesson was uber funny. I think either Sean or don't know who said something like, "Screw (or fuck) you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End up Mrs Tan was like, "I don't understand why guys have to always associate everything with themselves. It's like, so whatever you know? The penis is not the ultimate weapon in the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA SUPER FUNNY LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“影响我最深的一句话”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA ONE OF OUR CHINESE COMPOSITION TITLES THIS MORNING LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after school, I made my way to Paya Lebar to get Peixian's mom to alter my skirt, so after that I took bus home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, on the bus I sat right next to my Primary schoolmate and I didn't even realise it. Yes and that's how sotong I was. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got down from the same stop Kiat Leong smsed me and said that he also didn't realise until we alighted. He was uhm, half-asleep and blasting music and I was totally blur on my way home so, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE BEST PART WAS, MY MOM ACTUALLY THOUGHT IT WAS SUPER FUNNY AND SHE WAS LAUGHING LIKE CRAZY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye finally finished my 剪报 (But have to copy onto 稿纸 tomorrow cause I left it in school LOL.) now gonna chiong History GOGO SAYONARA!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-5038171551922213116?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/5038171551922213116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=5038171551922213116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/5038171551922213116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/5038171551922213116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2008/01/scandal-is-gossip-made-tedious-by.html' title='#182: Hey baby, you say you wanna fly around the world.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-5638531365293751263</id><published>2008-01-20T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T21:20:47.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#181: Predicted ending.</title><content type='html'>HI THERE, AM PROUD TO ANNOUNCE THAT I'M MOVING OVER TO WORDPRESS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE'S THE LINK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://teenageloveaffair.wordpress.com/"target="_blank"&gt;teenageloveaffair@wordpress&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN LOCK MY POSTS IF I WANT, AND NYEH YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO SEE THEM ANYMORE IF I WANT TO LOCK THEM WOOHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYHOW, SAY BYE TO THIS BLOG (YOU STILL CAN TAG THOUGH I'LL COME AROUND AND CHECK THIS BLOG WHENEVER I FEEL LIKE IT.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AREN'T YOU PEOPLE HAPPY IT'S NOT PROTECTED ANYMORE?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIYA, I DON'T CARE ALREADY, AND BESIDES IT'S SAD THAT I HAVE AVID READERS OF MY BLOG AND THEY'RE NOT YET INVITED AND I'M LAZY TO INVITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AVID READERS AKA MAYPING &amp; MANY OTHERS (AKA BLOGSKINNERS). :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOREVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY LOVELY BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORDPRESS HERE I COME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I WANTED TO CHANGE TO XANGA BUT EVERYONE KEEPS TELLING ME WORDPRESS BETTER SO... OKAY LOR. LOL.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-5638531365293751263?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/5638531365293751263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=5638531365293751263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/5638531365293751263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/5638531365293751263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2008/01/181-predicted-ending.html' title='#181: Predicted ending.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-4524881493402490710</id><published>2008-01-20T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T15:37:40.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#180: You're my first, my last, my ending and beginning.</title><content type='html'>I HEREBY APOLOGIZE TO EVERYONE FOR THE TROUBLE OF SIGNING IN TO VIEW MY BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESPECIALLY SORRY TO TINGHUI FOR CAUSING HIM MORE TROUBLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SORRY PEOPLE, I'M A SHIT TROUBLEMAKER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM A STUPID BLUR AND TROUBLEMAKING SOTONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SORRYYYYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to those losers who want to invade my privacy, want to read my posts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad, you're not invited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try kneeling down to beg me for the invitation, I &lt;i&gt;might&lt;/i&gt; give in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT LONG LONG LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah I sound so cool. 8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO EVERYONE, I'M YOUR CHEF-WANNABE. 8-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-4524881493402490710?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/4524881493402490710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=4524881493402490710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/4524881493402490710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/4524881493402490710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2008/01/180-youre-my-first-my-last-my-ending.html' title='#180: You&apos;re my first, my last, my ending and beginning.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-7220230245492964174</id><published>2008-01-20T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T02:15:32.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#179: You've got me going out of my mind.</title><content type='html'>Tried to change background etc and it turned out like that. Well okay, I guess it's still presentable anyway, colours are not that contrasting, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya, gonna change layout again. Want to, but well, not now of course, I'm not an immortal, I need sleep. And I'll take a damn long time to change all the codings to design a whole new look that I like for this blog. So have decided not to, I'm not obliged to waste too much time on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a sense, I have much homework to be complete tomorrow. And I was supposed to mug like, this afternoon. But due to this bloody computer I had to push everything to tomorrow. All the homework etc. Holy cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my mom's gonna make her signature pineapple tarts tomorrow, like yum. I'm gonna keep stealing some once she takes them out of the oven and "test" it first. To think of it, I think I'm pretty fortunate to have a mom who is such a good cook, who's great at all kinds of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and did I mention? I was thinking of being a chef in future. No, not joking. I think I can cook very well. 8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really! I'm a super fast learner and I'm patient and meticulous. (Now I start being Narcissistic heh!) Everything that my mom told me, like the steps etc, I follow carefully and make sure I get it right wooooo. (Except the fact that I'm still angry because for so long me and my mom still can't get the recipe for chocolate chip cookies right. Oh well, let's just push all the blame to the oven. :x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I'm such a glutton, I know what's good food and what's not. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was telling my mom about me thinking of being a chef and she gave me a really shocked face and said, "If you want to be chef then stop studying already, go practise cooking now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sounds cool actually. I don't mind, to get out of school and get rid of homework, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah must always have alternatives, so uhm maybe I might end up being a uhm, salesperson? Hyeh. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think being a chef is a good choice. Very few women want to be chefs, so I think I'm the weird kind. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haisxz, all the influence from my mom. I shall go and learn how she cooks her dishes etc and then try to cook dinner for the whole family. Heh heh. No, I don't think they'll suffer from diarrhoea since I'm so pro. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a famous chef in future and work in one of the best five-star hotels in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Friday please come quickkkkkkkk!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am looking forward to Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-7220230245492964174?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/7220230245492964174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=7220230245492964174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/7220230245492964174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/7220230245492964174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2008/01/179-youve-got-me-going-out-of-my-mind.html' title='#179: You&apos;ve got me going out of my mind.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-646660742618016541</id><published>2008-01-19T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T22:23:21.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#178: Trying to read between the lines.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Clarity of mind means clarity of passion, too; this is why a great and clear mind loves ardently and sees distinctly what it loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Blaise Pascal&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Sometimes when you get too greedy and you screw things up, it helps to show your own self how you can whine about regret right after that.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't horribly believe I &lt;i&gt;almost&lt;/i&gt; cried over my computer. !@#$%^&amp;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My horrible computer almost died on me this afternoon and I was so desperate to recover it. I tried system recovery etc, and finally I couldn't take it and reformatted the whole computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was some problem with the desktop and the taskbar, they kept disappearing and appearing all the time, leaving only my wallpaper on the screen. And whenever I tried to open my documents, it bloody disappeared! It was so bloody fucked up I was super pissed off I almost kicked the CPU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried system recovery for ultra many times and it still didn't work, so I had to used the Task Manager to transfer my more important files (like some important photos, blog codings, other important files etc) over to my thumbdrive. Holy shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After transferring, I decided to just reformat the whole computer. At first I was thinking to myself, I try reformatting it and see if it works, it'll be good if it works, but of course if it doesn't it won't matter. Cause I told my brother about it and we've decided that if it doesn't get better, we pay half each for a new desktop. So to my computer: Hell you're lucky to be here now, if not, say bye to this house man, we'd have thrown you out and replace you with a new one. Cool huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to redownload my MSN etc, and guess what, the best thing is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW MY PHOTOSHOP IS GONE TOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAWR I'll need to get the cd from Yilin and download again. HORRIBLE. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway hmmm today's Keith's 18th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DUDE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Friday's coming wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee. I'm turning sixteen in 6days yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'll behave in a more mature way. I SWEAR!!! 8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's to let everyone know that I'm an authentic Year4, NOT A YEAR1 FOR GOD'S SAKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND HI WE'VE GOT OUR CLASS NAME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're called,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 30pt; line-height:100%;"&gt;4Falala! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO COOL LOL. I don't know who's the one who came out with this name. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and now I think my Chinese name is damn cool. 8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哈哈哈，华语真酷！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Like real. But my Chinese name is really super cool though!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NG TINGHUI PLEASE REMEMBER TO BRING MY BIRTHDAY PRESENT ON FRIDAY TYVM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can I have a birthday surprise, pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeee? (Blinks innocently)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-646660742618016541?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/646660742618016541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=646660742618016541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/646660742618016541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/646660742618016541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2008/01/178-trying-to-read-between-lines.html' title='#178: Trying to read between the lines.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-5018699363168399846</id><published>2008-01-18T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T17:29:08.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#177: I just want you for my own, more than you could ever know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Happiness is an imaginary condition, formerly attributed by the living to the dead, now usually attributed by adults to children, and by children to adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Thomas Szasz&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just so you know, I'll always be there for you, no matter what happens, sweetheart.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI WHY JELLYPIE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm nothing much happened I suppose, but Wednesday and yesterday were really laughable days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Quote]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Nigel Koh: "You know this year we got Kaleidoscope concert right? I'm bringing my girlfriend there and propose to her lor, then when Mr Sng is making his speech I'll go up the stage and snatch the microphone from him and say,'Eh chio eh, ai gao ying mai?' "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/Quote]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA OMG HE DAMN FUNNY CAN. What he spoke in Teochew, means "Eh chio one, want get married?" ROFLMAO. He was just joking la duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we realised our ACE teacher's spelling is totally horrible. He spelled society as "soceity", politics as "policities", and technology as "technolog". Wapiang whole class laughing at him lol and he was so proud because he could make words on his Powerpoint slides animate that he kept animating words like "globe" and "globalization". Haisxz horrible la we practically laughed for two hours during lessons yesterday. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday after school, I went Marina Square's Sakae Sushi with darling. It was teatime buffet, so we sat there for like 3hours eating. At the end of it all, I was super duper bloated. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:default;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R5Chg4TffQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/dSqHV4oSy68/s320/Image078.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156799159581244674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm I think my photography skills are suprabrilliant and I love this picture. Heh heh okay la. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI DAR I LIKE YOU IN THIS PIKCHUREEEEE! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:default;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R5Ci14TffRI/AAAAAAAAAIU/5CPxoY5RzZ4/s320/Image079.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156800619870125330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar then tries to act cool hehehe. 8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then... He took my phone and took random photos of me when I didn't realise it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:default;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R5CjKoTffSI/AAAAAAAAAIc/vBCiK_aDJYU/s320/Image080.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156800976352410914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm sorry for that Peeping Tom look I was looking at that kawaii baby over at the other table. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:default;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R5CjdITffTI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Ys-CGq_h9N4/s320/Image081.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156801294179990834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar says he likes my side view. :D &lt;i&gt;Mmmmm.....................&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:default;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R5CjsYTffUI/AAAAAAAAAIs/nKAQhwDidX0/s320/Image082.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156801556172995906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now then I realise how small my eyes really are... I ONLY SEE TWO CURVES WHEN I LAUGH!!! (This was definitely candid by the way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:default;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R5CkBITffVI/AAAAAAAAAI0/1RqS2mo7njo/s320/Image083.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156801912655281490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What! Not happy?! Want fight ah! LOL hmmm I forgot how I got that stupid expression on my face. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:default;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R5CkWITffWI/AAAAAAAAAI8/GJ7D6yCK9EQ/s320/Image084.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156802273432534370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another candid when I was looking down. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K that's it laaa basically. Yesterday's lunch cum dinner with dar was cuteeeee and fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and today's Lang Arts lesson was spent laughing at our teacher. She kept saying "alright" and Amy went to count, she said a total of 95 "alright"s in an hour. How horrible. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I gave her a nickname which Weixun pronounced until super funny. Yeeeeeyore! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute right! Only cute people like me can come out with such cute nicknames. :D HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm after school was cee-cee-aye, and we're going for some web designing competition. Aiya Dreamweaver sucks can, I practically coded all my stuff myself la LOL. Coding it was faster and definitely easier than using the template thing. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally bought my contacts solution because I can't use it anymore after Sundayyy. Sigh so I'm left with ten bucks which is pretty pathetic really, cause I was still planning to treat myself to a nice meal on my birthday or something. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Alisa was saying she might be celebrating for me yayyyyy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I realised everytime when I go home with Xiuli or whatever we just talk endlessly. Oh my didn't know I can be so talkative. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOTTA GO HAVE TO DESIGN THE BACKGROUND FOR OUR CHEM POWERPOINT SLIDES WOOOOO FINALLY SOMETHING USEFUL I CAN DO. :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(My mom suddenly asked me how old is my boyfriend wth. -_-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-5018699363168399846?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/5018699363168399846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=5018699363168399846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/5018699363168399846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/5018699363168399846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2008/01/177-i-just-want-you-for-my-own-more.html' title='#177: I just want you for my own, more than you could ever know.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R5Chg4TffQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/dSqHV4oSy68/s72-c/Image078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-8062216261297398871</id><published>2008-01-15T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T00:31:42.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#176</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:40pt; line-height:100%;"&gt;BIRTHDAY IN TEN DAYS! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.S. I love surprises. :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-8062216261297398871?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/8062216261297398871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=8062216261297398871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/8062216261297398871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/8062216261297398871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2008/01/176.html' title='#176'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-6784977691020277316</id><published>2008-01-15T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T21:07:26.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#175: The summer night is like a perfection of thought.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Albert Camus&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assembly yesterday, and Tinghui got me my birthday present after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like moving over to LJ all of a sudden. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Updated profile and wishlist.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-6784977691020277316?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/6784977691020277316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=6784977691020277316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/6784977691020277316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/6784977691020277316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2008/01/175-summer-night-is-like-perfection-of.html' title='#175: The summer night is like a perfection of thought.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-4608252628345894649</id><published>2008-01-13T02:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T03:17:19.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#174: So you'll probably always, have a spell on me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Destiny is a name often given in retrospect to choices that had dramatic consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;J.K. Rowling&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;こんにちは! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been watching Bleach just now, and you know what? Omg actually Ichimaru Gin is quite hot. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just has a pretty weird smile but well, he's still pretty hot, nyeh! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway uhm there were two bitches who thought I ripped Hilary's skin. Hello, they're like novices who didn't even submit any skin and here they are commenting that I &lt;i&gt;ripped&lt;/i&gt; her skin. For your information bitches, I spent one whole day coding that skin, so if you don't mind, screw off and make sure you understand what's going on before commenting, because it makes you sound bloody stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAAAAAA OMG LOOK AT THE TIME I SHOULD PROBABLY GET SOME SLEEP AND CHIONG AND BE A SMART NERD TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOOO AND YOU KNOW WHAT YOU KNOW WHAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE LEONARD SOH ULTRA MUCH HE'S GETTING ME A VOLLEYBALL FOR MY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI KOR I LOVE YOU MUCHSXZ THANKYOUSOMUCHSXZ!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm yeah, updated the wishlist section and the miscellaneous part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE MUCH LOVE SAYONARA SEEYOU! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-4608252628345894649?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/4608252628345894649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=4608252628345894649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/4608252628345894649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/4608252628345894649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2008/01/174-so-youll-probably-always-have-spell.html' title='#174: So you&apos;ll probably always, have a spell on me.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-2041547272111468933</id><published>2008-01-12T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T17:45:08.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#173: Ugly impression of the public.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;There is no revenge so complete as forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt; Josh Billings&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I feel so utterly helpless. I'm standing here, watching people around me fall into the depths of vengeance and revenge, and yet I can't do nuts about it. No matter how hard I try to discourage revenge, it doesn't work until you've cleared your mind and can think through it well enough. It ain't no joke, dude. Revenge is sweet, yes, but it worsens matters. Trust me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday when I was taking the bus home, this thinking suddenly occurred to me. Have you ever taken buses which are extremely crowded and full? I'd bet everyone has had this experience before. And have you ever looked towards the back of the bus when the bus gets so crowded that even people are totally squeezed up near the driver, at the front door of the bus? I always do. I always tend to look towards the back of the bus to check if it's really so crowded that everyone at the front the bus are totally squashed up. And it totally disgusted me. Utterly. I took 63 home from Aljunied mrt yesterday and due to the peak hour, even the bus stop was full of people. I've always thought about this but not once had I been so uber disgusted by inconsiderate Singaporeans. I still remember vividly the time when we were at the old campus at Tanjong Rhu, where there was only one bus to go to school - Bus number 158.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the times when Mr Sng always talked about the problems when we boarded the public buses during flag raising, and it suddenly occurred to me that, well, I believe the public has no right to complain about Dunmanians. Often we heard complains from members of the public that we did not bother to move to the back of the bus and thus resulting in them not being able to board the bus due to extreme crowding at the front. Now to think of it, I think the last person to have the right to complain about us is a member of the public. Yesterday's incident made me think so all the more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus was super crowded and since I was standing at the front, instinctively I looked towards the back of the bus to see if it was already so squashed up at the back that people at the front can't board the bus. And you know what I saw? I saw a totally empty back of the bus while us people at the front were so packed, like sardines in a can. I was so pissed off I had that &lt;i&gt;I'm-going-to-kill-the-person-who-refused-to-move-in&lt;/i&gt; look on my face. I mean like hey, can't you even see that we all are squeezing so terribly at the front? At the least, move to the back of the bus, is that such a difficult thing to do? Or are you crippled and can't move in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You members of the public still have the face to complain about our school students. What about you yourselves? You people are like so inconsiderate and never even spared a thought for other people who were being squashed up at the front of the bus. Have you ever thought of the fact that you guys are members of the public and that most of you are older than us students? No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You people are older than us and you are already setting up this negative example for us. So what gives you the right to complain about us? You guys were the ones who showed us how to be inconsiderate to others. You never even set a good example for us to follow, so what right do you have to complain about us? You don't. I repeat for the very last time, you bloody don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another incident that got on my nerves is that there was once, no not only once, people tend to knock into people and yet not once did they even bother to apologize. This particular auntie knocked into me and yet she just stood there as if nothing happened. She didn't just &lt;i&gt;brush&lt;/i&gt; past my shoulder, she &lt;i&gt;knocked&lt;/i&gt; into my shoulders, mind you. She didn't even give a damn about it, and the infuriating part is that she didn't even say "sorry". Eh hello, it's just once single word with two syllable, is it so hard to have it out of your mouth? Or have you no manners since young and thus do not even know the meaning of "apologizing"? This reflects greatly on your manners you know. It shows how ill-mannered you are since young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that, to be able to complain about us students, you public should improve on your own attitudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, shut the fuck up and stop trying to complain about us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-2041547272111468933?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/2041547272111468933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=2041547272111468933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/2041547272111468933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/2041547272111468933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2008/01/173-ugly-impression-of-public.html' title='#173: Ugly impression of the public.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-8578573830274349362</id><published>2008-01-12T15:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T15:45:24.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#172: We'll have the life we knew we would, my word is good.</title><content type='html'>I want to watch 27 Dresses! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-8578573830274349362?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/8578573830274349362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=8578573830274349362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/8578573830274349362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/8578573830274349362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2008/01/172-well-have-life-we-knew-we-would-my.html' title='#172: We&apos;ll have the life we knew we would, my word is good.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-3494807432406782015</id><published>2008-01-11T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T21:36:18.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#171: It's like I'm walking on broken glass.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;On the plus side, death is one of the few things that can be done just as easily lying down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Woody Allen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's ACE lesson was cute cause we had a really funny teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: So, you guys don't have any expectations from me? Really? Say now if not hold your peace forever.&lt;br /&gt;Class: (Silence) ... ...&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Blurt out) Huh what "peas" I give you long beans la...&lt;br /&gt;Class: (Bursting with laughter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg I don't know lor, I just thought of long beans when he said peas so I say what... Anyway i say so softly he still could hear, I bet the class was really quiet that time I think. So paiseh everyone turn back look at me and laugh... And I also didn't know what happened la. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infocomm after school was pure bullshit. What PA system sai? Please la, that was supposed to be what IT Club or now so-called Robotics Club's job isn't it? Aiya I'm also going to a new CCA next year, so no point learning actually. However, well, it was still pretty fun and cool, learning those AV stuff. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, Tinghui's having problems, I'm having lots of problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels as if the whole world buey song us and is against us. Which brings me to the point that. I think I totally agree with the quote that I put above. Heh! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you know how badly it hurts?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW IS POTATOING-AT-HOME DAY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOO HEHEHEHEHEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I should probably learn to control my feelings more before it gets out of hand resulting in more disappointments and unhappiness.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEEEEE MISSES BLEACH. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-3494807432406782015?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/3494807432406782015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=3494807432406782015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/3494807432406782015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/3494807432406782015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2008/01/171-its-like-im-walking-on-broken-glass.html' title='#171: It&apos;s like I&apos;m walking on broken glass.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-7478562328448366534</id><published>2008-01-10T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T22:24:52.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#170: Now my heart's in two and I can't find the other half.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;But when a young lady is to be a heroine, the perverseness of forty surrounding families cannot prevent her. Something must and will happen to throw a hero in her way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Jane Austen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEYHO WATERMELLO JELLYPELLOS! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;However boring my days can be, it can always be lightened up by going to school with dar. :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K anyway, it's been quite an awful day on Tuesday and a boring day yesterday. Awful as in I don't know why I'm pretty grumpy these few days la, I think my BestFriend is gonna find me soon. Sigh I hate cramps please don't be somewhere around my birthday, PLEASE!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah anyway, have been pretty down these few days. I think it's because of my moodswing. Sorry to everyone around me if you'd been affected, really sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, we had a change of seating plan. HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE. (Inserts evil laughter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M CURRENTLY SITTING IN BETWEEN AMY AND WEIXUN, AND WEIXUN IS IN BETWEEN ME AND IIMELDA! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My row is like damn fun la, we're like at the last row in the LT (not of the LT hor). Meaning last row of humans in the LT. LOL. So it's like, if you stand at the whiteboard to see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zina - Iimelda - Weixun - ME!!! - Amy - Yilin - Some outcast (LOL previous "chairperson")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so the few of us keep talking and playing haha and Amy tried to act demure with my hair pin lor LOL!!! We're all the noisy and talkative people and all crowded behind. This ah = GG man LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOO ULTRA FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have to declare Weixun as a very poor thing because he's stuck in between me and Iimelda. HI WEIXUN DON'T WORRY, WE WILL TAKE GOOD CARE OF YOU!!! &gt;;D (Grins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, we chose our chairperson and vice-chairperson already. GUIJU AND EUSTANCE WOOOO!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now just haven't come out with class name. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya k anyway haven been going to school with dar in the morninggg. Feel very bad cause I'm like wasting my mom's money on the school transport. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah k neverminddd, just watched Le Grand Chef with dar just now at Vivo anyway heehee! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we saw Hannah and Shirlene which = GG DIE. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infocomm tomorrow till 4.30, sighsxz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighsxz and my birthday will be on a Friday which will mean it's a CCA day haisxz how!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind I shall go pester Xiuli to buy present for me and to sing birthday song for me HEHEHEHEHE I FEEL SO MEAN. &gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been extremely sleepy these few days, hope it won't continue... But something worth mentioning is that I've made efforts to pay extra attention during lessons! I even paid a little attention during Bio lor!!! (Normally last year Bio lessons = Sleep hehe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Which flower do I like... I don't know. I'm okay with any type of flower, but I don't really like flowers that much. Kinda think it's useless heh heh! I think food is better. At least they go into your stomach... Yum! :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BS is taking a bloody long time to load, shit man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework is coming our way, projects are gonna start very soon. Freedom... I guess I won't get to know the meaning of that word anymore, at least not until the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway in class the aircon is like blowing directly at me like wtf, keeps drying up my contacts la! Then my eyes keep feeling dry and it's so bloody cold at my seat sigh. Maybe I should bring a scarf to school tomorrow. LOL. Woah then I'll look uber cool man the only person in class wearing a jacket plus scarf. HAHAHA GREAT FASHION SENSE ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOH. Yesterday took the fearful height and weight during PE. HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEVER GROW!!! T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GROW PLEASE GROW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and quick guess my weight I lost 2kg lor GUESS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO YOU'RE WRONG IT'S 38KG HAHAHAHAHAHA WOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I light? Yes? No? A lot of people say yes. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet I'm like the shortest and lightest in class la wth. Nevermind, at least I feel tall standing among the year1s. HAHAHAHAHA OKAY I FEEL VERY MEAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HYEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and me and Tinghui just made a pact for the lifetime. We're gonna remain brother and sister for as long as a lifetime, so next time when either of us get dumped/engaged/married, the other will be the first to know. So cool right hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YO BROTHER, THIS IS A DEAL MAN, PROMISE! SET AH! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-7478562328448366534?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/7478562328448366534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=7478562328448366534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/7478562328448366534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/7478562328448366534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2008/01/170-now-my-hearts-in-two-and-i-cant.html' title='#170: Now my heart&apos;s in two and I can&apos;t find the other half.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-4518357605782729306</id><published>2008-01-08T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T00:07:55.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#169: Tinghui's birthday.</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO TINGHUI AKA THE LAME!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY ALL YOUR WISHES COME TRUE GROW FATTER AND STOP GROWING TALLER!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-4518357605782729306?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/4518357605782729306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=4518357605782729306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/4518357605782729306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/4518357605782729306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2008/01/169-tinghuis-birthday.html' title='#169: Tinghui&apos;s birthday.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-5287148083858504312</id><published>2008-01-07T23:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T23:21:54.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#168: You and me together, through the days and nights.</title><content type='html'>WOOOOOOOOOOO AM HAPPY FINALLY FINISHED CODING THIS SKIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICE RIGHT OMG LOVE THE COLOURS HAHAHAHA I'M SUCH A LIVELY VIBRANT YOUNG LITTLE GIRL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you guys thought of which CCA to join next year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm deciding on netball, tennis and guitar. :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K GOTTA RUN GOING SCHOOL WITH DAR TOMORROW AGAIN BYEEEEEEEE. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-5287148083858504312?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/5287148083858504312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=5287148083858504312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/5287148083858504312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/5287148083858504312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2008/01/168-you-and-me-together-through-days.html' title='#168: You and me together, through the days and nights.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-7853067755382528108</id><published>2008-01-07T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T20:42:48.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#167: If every simple song I wrote to you would take your breath away, I'd write it all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;The key to realizing a dream is to focus not on success but significance - and then even the small steps and little victories along your path will take on greater meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Oprah Winfrey&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been horrible. Terrible. VEGETABLE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year1s this year. Extremely horrible. They are totally unenthusiastic la ohemgeee. Except for maybe only 1H, the rest are dead, man. I asked, "So uhm would anyone like to try out the games?" during the CCA orientation for Infocomm, and they BLOODY GAVE ME SILENCE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMYHOLYMOTHERFUCKINGGODSHIT NOBODY GIVES YELING SILENCE WHEN SHE TALKS NOBODY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAR1S YOU ALL WATCH OUT AHHH!! (OKAY JOKING LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO YEAR1S, DUNMANIANS ARE SUPPOSED TO BE A BUNCH OF ENTHU SAI AND SCREAM AND WHATSOEVER WHENEVER POSSIBLE OKAY OKAY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily my mom's friend her daughter's in 1H, they've got uber much class spirit yo! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so uhm, right. No formal lessons today. I've a pretty cute teacher for Math and I predict that Math lessons would be rather interesting for 4F heh heh. Other subjects... Nothing much to talk about la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After listening to Mrs Janet tan and some teacher during Lang Arts lecture, Yeling has decided to eng sai gor piak. (If you don't know what that means, it means 发奋图强 in dialect LOLOL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to feel the urgency in working extremely hard for this year and to be exact, what I'm feeling can only be described in one word - Fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking of discussing with my mom the probability of letting me take O'levels as a private candidate. We've talked about it before, but I still don't really know. What I'm afraid of is failing my A'levels and then that's it. The point is, I won't even have an O'level certificate to secure myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should probably start revising my Year3 work and all that to prepare for lessons. So maybe my resolution would be to work even harder this year and do all my assignments properly and hand in on time. (Which I always do.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, first thing I should do is probably to get a box from the photocopying shop first. (I very kiasu scared later when I need no more HAHAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think I'm gonna bring my books or files home to study quite often so yeah, that's just to make my seat area look a bit neater. I'm scared la. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, yeah anyway. My aunt is gonna be working in Singapore so she'll be coming to stay at my house soon, till I-don't-know-when. But of course she's paying a fair bit as rent, quite low for current renting rates if she rent a room outside. She'll be sleeping with me and we'll kick my brother out to sleep with my parents. HAHAHA BYEBYE BROTHER, GLAD TO HAVE YOU OUT OF THE ROOM!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, don't you guys get sick of people who act like they know you a lot and try to ask for a favour from you when in fact they don't? It's like, you don't even know if they like you or not, not as if I give a damn anyway, but it's just so bloody irritating, when they have something important to do they'll ask for something from you, then if they don't they kick you aside. (Sometimes I feel that having a huge network of friends helps a lot, people will still be a teeny weeny afraid of you and dare not provoke you in fear of being gossiped etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out something juicy from one of my classmates (Whom I shall not name) and it's gonna be a secret between me and her. Well okay not exactly a secret, since quite a few other people knew that long ago. It's pretty obvious, just that the person herself doesn't and will never realise it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. Hello, I'm the biggest gossip queen of all. Well okay, not exactly gossip I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whoever is reading this blog, don't worry, no matter how much of a gossip queen I am, I never do backstab anyone unless you get on my bloody nerves and irritate me to the extreme. I will just talk about you with others but still remain neutral. So too bad to people who've irritated me in ways and methods, cause I seriously have no idea what I've told others about you and whatever that I'd told them were definitely something horrible. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, don't blame me. I'm not a saint. I can't like everyone at the same time without being irritated by some when I'm such a sensitive person. Cheers. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH AM GONNA GO BONKERS WHY AM I FEELING SO STRESSED UP I'M A STRESSED SUPER SMART NERD NOW!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW HOW HOW SIGH DIE LA YELING YOU MUST WORK HARDER OKAY WORK HARDER!!! :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm extremely irritated with myself for feeling for every small little thing. Don't understand what I mean? You don't need to. Cause I have no idea what I'm talking about either, first formal school day and I'm already stressed to the extreme that I'm talking bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOULD LET MY HAIR DOWN AND TRY TO CALM DOWN AND STOP THINKING ABOUT EOYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER LA KTHXBYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-7853067755382528108?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/7853067755382528108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=7853067755382528108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/7853067755382528108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/7853067755382528108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2008/01/167-if-every-simple-song-i-wrote-to-you.html' title='#167: If every simple song I wrote to you would take your breath away, I&apos;d write it all.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-4445835032592195675</id><published>2008-01-06T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T20:18:50.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#166: Hey there Delilah, you be good and don't you miss me.</title><content type='html'>LOOK AT THE TIMEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;(SHOCKGASPHORRORSCREAMS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It' so bloody late like omg. I should seriously get a life and print my reports and reviews and just go off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh there's school tomorrow and it just sucks. Hate school. Tons of homework are gonna start being thrown at our faces. Teachers nagging all the time. Getting caught for improper attire. Oh whatever, school just sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can wake up tomorrow morning since I'm sleeping so late at night. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must wake up must wake up, tomorrow meeting darling at mrt to go to school together in the morning. Bye school bus, I'm gonna miss you for the first time of the year tomorrow. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And have I told you guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, you gotta believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman; font-size: 15pt;line-height:65%;"&gt;4F'08 IS THE SMEX YO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the painting we did during orientation would be put up in the hall I think, so do go to the hall to take a look at 4Fun's awemazing piece of art. (Actually most of us are pretty artistically challenged rofl.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah baby, 4F, LET'S GO KICK SOME ASS! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Shut up I think my class very cool lor you all just shut up la my class coolest HAHAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOOOOOO OKAY SOUNDS LAME LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And isn't it heartwarming when someone you were close to long long ago can come and talk to you unexpectedly all of a sudden? :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND OMG XIANNY IF YOU SEE THIS, I MISS YOU SO MUCHSXZ WE MUST SO DEFINITELY GO OUT SOMEDAY SOON!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and er, wait i've got something else to say. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon classes on Tuesdays and Wednesday. Ah ha! Am so gonna love it. Yeah, like fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have totally no idea when my cca will be on... Shit man, the school management should seriously do something about this. I hope all my Fridays will be free so i can linger alone around parkway like i used to WOOHOO! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY GOTTA GO BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-4445835032592195675?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/4445835032592195675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=4445835032592195675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/4445835032592195675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/4445835032592195675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2008/01/166-hey-there-delilah-you-be-good-and.html' title='#166: Hey there Delilah, you be good and don&apos;t you miss me.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-1541250213706639992</id><published>2008-01-06T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T19:02:19.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#165: You can be sure that it would only get better.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;There is a healthful hardiness about real dignity that never dreads contact and communion with others, however humble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Washington Irving&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother is currently behaving like a fucked up bitch so I shall ignore her altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has been nagging at me for the whole day like there's no tomorrow, and dang, I feel like spitting at her to shut her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole day she's been saying how much of her money I've spent, etc etc, complaining and complaining and complaining. You know what? If you really dislike me that much, why don't you just get some rich childless couple to provide for me? I would be more than happy to call them mom and dad. Gladly. Why not? I'll bet they'd definitely treat me better than you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing. Please just shut the fuck up and stop dragging my friends into the picture. The second most hateful thing is you dragging my friends into the picture while complaining about me. How can my friends and boyfriend stand me? Well fuck you, I treat my friends and boyfriend better of course. Stop dragging them into the picture especially my boyfriend before, I swear, I'll spit right into your face for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can come home from work feeling exhausted and irritated. And you can vent all your irritation on me and brother. Well thanks a million, that helps when sometimes I've already had quite a bad day in school. You know why i treat you differently from my friends? I'll tell you why. Because whenever I'm feeling irritated or anything, I don't vent it on them. I come home and vent it on you. Hey, be happy man, this is called "Like mother, like daughter". I'm following your footsteps! I'm telling you, if you can do it to me, so can I to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you reading this? Shit man, you should. I wanted to tell you how much you suck sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shhhhhhhit have been spending the whole of today doing homework! Feel so proud of myself now. 8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finished typing all my Lang Arts review and half of my Chinese report already, wait, including the cover page I did for the report using Photoshop. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOOOOOOOOO HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyho jellypello watermello, I've submitted my previous blogskin with a change of colour from blue to orange and it's currently &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/info/174559"target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, shall be off to finish up my Chinese report and then do a personalized skin for Karen. She's still waiting for her O results.. So GOOD LUCK! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hi boyfriend I miss you. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K BYEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(AND FUCK YOU MOM GET LOST.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-1541250213706639992?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/1541250213706639992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=1541250213706639992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/1541250213706639992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/1541250213706639992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2008/01/165-you-can-be-sure-that-it-would-only.html' title='#165: You can be sure that it would only get better.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-2365030245208529403</id><published>2008-01-05T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T17:29:09.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#164: Times Square can't shine as bright as you, I swear it's true.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Robert Frost&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KONNICHIWA! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, haven't been here for a few days. School started, although orientation was fun, other things were extremely horrible! :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day was mainly the principal's address to the school and the welcoming of new year1 students. The year1s look so cute la, so blur and all, reminded me of the time when I was a year1 too. As for the principal's speech, there's nothing much to talk about. Just some DHworld, DHstar blah, and three year1 classes getting pilot laptops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I think the time he said there're gonna be no school rules in DHS, I totally refused to believe that they'd do something like this. Those dumb enough to believe got a shock when he said it's been changed to "Dunmanian's Code of Conduct". Was pretty lame actually, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandcastle building on the second day was absolutely fun la! We have so much fun playing with the sand, and my group was in charge of building a stadium. Mayping kept exclaiming how "chio" the steps were, because she do one. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: default;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R3-hQITffKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/4Ufgf1jRrp4/s320/Image071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152013797214354594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the size of the stadium we build!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: default;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R3-kHoTffLI/AAAAAAAAAHk/-AZIVyBxcIA/s320/Image072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152016949720349874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A close-up of the stadium. (After I took photo with the group requesting me standing in the middle of the stadium making me so malu. -_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: default;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R3-ki4TffMI/AAAAAAAAAHs/VGT-BvZFkSk/s320/Image073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152017417871785154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tada! Mayping's ever-so-chio steps. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you guys want to know how Mayping looks like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: default;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R3-k3YTffNI/AAAAAAAAAH0/GvR57AK9k9U/s320/Image074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152017770059103442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE IS SO CHIO THAT I CAN ONLY TAKE A PHOTO OF HER BACK! (SHOCKGASPHORROR) No la, I took it secretly one. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for yesterday, it was so-called "mural" painting, but we ended up painting on some wooden board. Came out with a really cool design, and I helped to paint lor! I sacrificed my hands and legs to paint LOL. An Amy tried to clean the white paint on my arms resulting in me having a white right arm. But it was awemazing la! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and it was my brother's birthday last night, so my mom ordered a cake for him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: default;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R3-lt4TffOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Q0EKqbBp9-4/s320/Image075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152018706361973986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guys see the togepi sitting on top of a pokeball in the middle of the cake? I think it's very cute lor LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some random photo of my most beloved gummy bear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: default;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R3-mC4TffPI/AAAAAAAAAIE/VVmAwx3y_HY/s320/Image076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152019067139226866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought our orientation was okay la, counted not bad already. Senior High orientation is fun la wth! But compared to the poor Year3s who got lots of talks and talks and talks nonstop, I think ours not bad already. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so uhm, we've got our timetables and you know what, we've got a shitty change of subject teachers and I think all Year4s are gonna die horribly for our End-Of-Years. Wtf la. Ours all change except Physics and Chemistry teachers. OI WHERE'S MISS NGAU GIVE US BACK OUR MISS NGAU LA WTF!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was messaging Xiuli this morning and we started talking about the drastic change of teachers. It's so horrible can, they swapped all our super cool teachers for some shitty new teachers whom we don't even have the faintest idea if they can teach at all la. I'm so super smart that I already have the feeling I'll fail my End-Of-Years like that. Sigh, this sucks la, why the school like that! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep and anyway, I messaged a few of my juniors to ask their well-being and stuff. You know, 3D got Mrs Kumaran as FT and 3F got Mr Noel Yap! Omg la, they're like the best teachers ever! Those lucky juniors of mine. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... Today was an suberawemazing day! :D :D :D (x12345678900987654321)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was out in the afternoon till about 8plus with darrrrrrr! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met at Aljunied mrt and headed for Marina Square at noon, and had my brunch cum dinner at Yoshinoya. Walked around Suntec and Marina before realising that the rain stopped and headed for... ESPLANADE! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The roof terrace at Nade was still filled with people despite the rain previously la. And so we spent a few hours there before it was time to go and the rain started getting heavier. Dar broke his specs. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless we spent a lovely evening at Nade. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he's still killing sharks at some wedding dinner now. Lol. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY GOING OFF NOW BYE PEOPLE HAVE A NICE NIGHT! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-2365030245208529403?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/2365030245208529403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=2365030245208529403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/2365030245208529403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/2365030245208529403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2008/01/164-times-square-cant-shine-as-bright.html' title='#164: Times Square can&apos;t shine as bright as you, I swear it&apos;s true.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R3-hQITffKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/4Ufgf1jRrp4/s72-c/Image071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-2294676403631869913</id><published>2008-01-01T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T23:19:57.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#163: Changes made.</title><content type='html'>Hullooooooo I love changing blog urls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get sick of the same url after using it for three to four months and I have to change to a brand new url. So bear with me people, I'm sorry but I guess you'll just have to keep relink me every few months. ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year, new skin, new url.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I shall see how long this can last before I change to another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY NOW SERIOUSLY OUGHT TO GO TO BED, PRINTING ORIENTATION FORM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEEEEEE GNIGHT PEOPLE SAYONARA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-2294676403631869913?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/2294676403631869913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=2294676403631869913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/2294676403631869913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/2294676403631869913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2008/01/163-changes-made.html' title='#163: Changes made.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-6968761916666876029</id><published>2008-01-01T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T21:46:49.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#162: Awkward situations empty conversations</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;The enthusiasm of a woman's love is even beyond the biographer's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Jane Austen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCREAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 28px;"&gt;SCREAM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 40px;"&gt;SCREAM!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmyholyfuckinggod tomorrow's the first day of school and I was actually spending my first day of the year coding this skin?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOMEWORK NOT DONE OHMYGOD TEACHERS PLEASE DON'T WHACK ME I'M A GOOD GIRL!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I'VE NOT FINISHED ALL OF MY HOLIDAY HOMEWORK KILL ME PLEASE PLEASE MURDER ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW HOW HOW!!! AM DEAD LATER THE TEACHERS SCREAM AT ME OMG GG ALREADY LA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of teachers, I hope we get a decent form teacher this year plskthx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I will be back to waking up early in the morning at 5 to brush my beautiful teeth and wear my lovely contacts and have my delicious breakfast and TIE MY BLOODY LONG HAIR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH WAKING UP AT 5 SUCKS YOU KNOW YOU KNOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll have to "Ohmygod I'm late for the bus" and rush down to the bus stop to take the bus to Aljunied mrt!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't rain tomorrow plskthx tee gong, I don't wanna get myself drenched on my way to school on the first day. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hahaha can see the eye candy at 6.45 on the way to mrt so nevermind LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF AND I JUST GOT A REALLY BAD NEWS WTF WTF OHMYFUCKINGHOLYGOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're getting back Low SK as our form teacher next year. That means, bye fun times with Miss Anne Chua, 4F is so doomed. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the fuck do I always get lousy form teachers?!?! Why?!?! Why?!?! WHY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Screams and shrieks and kicks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun watching "Super Robot Monkey Team hyper Force Go!" today on Kid's Central but I guess I won't get to watch anymore now that school's starting in uhm, less than 10hours!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MAN I FEEL LIKE FAINTING BYE HOLIDAY MOOD BYE GET LOST GO AWAYYYYYYY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY SHIT GOTTA GO BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you guys in less than 10hours. ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(My lovely bed here I come~~~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEM IS SUPPOSED TO BE HANDED IN WHEN SCHOOL REOPEN BUT I HANDED IN DURING THE HOLIDAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK I TOTALLY SCREWED UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-6968761916666876029?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/6968761916666876029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=6968761916666876029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/6968761916666876029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/6968761916666876029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2008/01/enthusiasm-of-womans-love-is-even.html' title='#162: Awkward situations empty conversations'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-6014105855009571392</id><published>2008-01-01T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T17:29:10.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#161: And if you kiss me now, I know you'd fool me again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Life is full of misery, loneliness, and suffering - and it's all over much too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Woody Allen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:35px;"&gt;HAPPY 2008!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOOOO IT'S A NEW YEAR! NEW YEAR! NEW YEARRRRRRRRR! HAPPY MOOOOOOOOOOOOO YEAR! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two days have been suberawemazelutesome!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday me parents painted the house, and ohmygod the house still smells of paint. It was sooooo dusty I was practically sneezing throughout the whole day! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, the great thing is that the ants have less hiding places now, the house was almost totally invaded by ants before that la. Byebye ants, not seeing you anymore! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that, we swapped a bit of places too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:defaault;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R3kwCITffEI/AAAAAAAAAGo/jmi4IzDEON4/s320/Image065.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150200462021983298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bed is still at the same place. Okay okay I know, sorry, I don't really have the habit of making my bed in the morning. Am a lazy zhuuu, it's only if I'm feeling abnormal on a day or there's a special occasion will I then make my bed. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:default;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R3kx74TffFI/AAAAAAAAAGw/VLdjgy3gvDs/s320/Image064.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150202553671056466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the study table and the computer have been moved. I am so sincerely sorry for the messy state of the study table, we don't use it you see. So I just throw all my stuff everywhere on the table. (Including my wallet, mp3, handphone, useless worksheets, hair tie, deodorant, uniform buttons etc.) But!!! We cleaned it up afterwards! But never take a photo of it la can't show you. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:default;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R3kz84TffGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ImVD9wtcjkY/s320/Image066.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150204769874181218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother, eager to use the computer in the room. Although now it has been re-moved to the living room, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY I KNOW YOU'RE EAGER TO KNOW HOW I SPENT MY LAST DAY OF 2007 RIGHT!!! RIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Marine Parade's POSB with mom and bro early in the morning (10 is early for me fyi) to deposit the cheque and withdraw some money for usage. Bro wanted to buy PSP you see, and my mom permitted me to withdraw some too, so I took 80. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch, then proceeded to Simlim Square after meeting with my bro's friend and got his PSP, afterwhich the both of them went to Macs to eat while me and my mom went OG to shop. HAHAHA LOVE SHOOPING WITH MY MOM, SHE GOT ME TWO BRAS TODAY!!! One white, the other blue. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I LOVE EXTORTING MONEY FROM ME MOM LOL. 8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah anyway, afterwhich my aunt called saying that she's coming over, so all of them left and I went ahead to meet Tinghui at Cityhall. I thought Far East got Zinc shop lor, so we ate at KFC and then search all over, but don't have. Wth I got cheated of my feelings!!!!! T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooooo, we made our way to the sure suberawemazelutely crowded place, VivoCity! Bought the bag that he wanted at Zinc (It's his birthday present from me thankyouverymuch), walked and walked and walked, then had dinner at a restaurant called Shin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:default;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R3k2c4TffHI/AAAAAAAAAHA/s7RDaZrVV5o/s320/Image069.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150207518653250674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shared this squid thing, was awesomesxzsxz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:default;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R3k204TffII/AAAAAAAAAHI/U0aoxD29X30/s320/Image068.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150207930970111106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warabi Mochi, this was what I ordered. The ice cream tasted like a mixture of vanilla and green tea, and you're supposed to eat it with the warm green tea mochi together. You know what, the mochi is sticky, but at the same time it melts in your mouth! A must-try when you eat there, STOP DROOLING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:default;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R3k3ZoTffJI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/40-TL7B-OZI/s320/Image070.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150208562330303634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, this was what he ordered. Shin Temptation, mixture of citrus fruits such as orange and lemon, I think? Was awesomesxzsxz too, lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that we watched I Am Legend. Dang, we got the front row seats cause the whole theatre was fully packed. The show's not bad, if you watched Resident Evil: Extinction, I think you'll get what I mean. The plot is something similar to RE. If you haven't watch, please don't read the next paragraph because it'll be a total spoiler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Some "smart" scientist claimed to have found the cure for cancer by injecting some genetically modified virus into human bodies, and at first it was a blast, until lots of people started dying and the disease turned airborne. What's worse, of those that survived, those infected started dropping hair and turning violent, totally absent of humanity. There was no one, except for Robert, at that point of time, really alive on Earth, and his best friend is Samantha the dog. He was totally immune to the virus, but the dog isn't. So he's been doing experiments, trying to help to save mankind from extinction. So one day, at evening almost night, the "dark seekers" set up a trap for him and tried to kill him, but Sam saved him but got bitten instead. In the end Sam got infected, and when she started to bark ferociously at Robert in his arms, he had to look away and strangle her to death with his own hands. Robert was angry and wanted revenge. So he went out and tried to destroy them at night, but got outnumbered instead. When the final blow was about to be dealt, a bright light shined and all the "dark seekers" ran. He was saved by Anna and her son, Eden. Both of them were also immune to the disease. Anna told him she had heard his broadcast and that there was a camp in the mountains, where there were surviving humans. However, following the smell of injured Robert's blood, all of the "dark seekers" came by one night and tried to kill them, and it was when they hid in the laboratory at the basement that they found the cure. Robert hid them safely and gave Anna the cure to save mankind, and suicide bombed himself with the "dark seekers" to save them. At last, Anna and Eden found the civilization in the mountains, together with the cure.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay yeah, it was pretty saddening when he was strangling the dog. She was his only friend... Or so it seemed at that time, because he could only talk to figurines and they couldn't even reply. If it was me I'd have probably killed myself la, die of hunger or something. To survive with a bunch of crazy infected lunatics seems pretty impossible to me. Oh well. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo, moral of the show? Dear scientists, please allow us humans to die the natural way and don't try to find absolute cures for incurable diseases, because it would cause an increase in human population and crazy infected lunatics to eat their fellow human companions, resulting in the end of the world. Thankyou. Rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show me and Tinghui walked up to the top to catch a glimpse of the countdown party, then walked around before going to Candy Empire. Bought a bottle of small gummy bears heh heh! Oh then we headed straight home. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the shocking part. This is my first time not finishing my holiday homework. Wtf right? Yes, wtf. I haven't finish Lang Arts and Chinese. But. Whatever, since they won't want homework in this week. School's starting... (Looks at date) Tomorrow, and I'm totally not ready yet. GET LOST LA HOLIDAY MOOD, GET OUT OF MY HEAD FOR A MOMENT PLSKTHX!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKIEEEEE GOTTA RUN, BED'S CALLING OUT TO ME, BYE HONEYS, HAPPY NEW YEAR ONCE AGAIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wonder who's our form teacher...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-6014105855009571392?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/6014105855009571392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=6014105855009571392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/6014105855009571392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/6014105855009571392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2008/01/161-and-if-you-kiss-me-now-i-know-youd.html' title='#161: And if you kiss me now, I know you&apos;d fool me again.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R3kwCITffEI/AAAAAAAAAGo/jmi4IzDEON4/s72-c/Image065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-7295069960231823920</id><published>2008-01-01T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T01:16:29.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#160: 2007; The end.</title><content type='html'>It's been quite a day, but I'm only going to blog about it later, so catch my later post guys. However, 2007 is ending and I'm experiencing a lot of mixed emotions. So many things had happened, whether happy or sad, interesting or dull. I'm sincerely sorry for this extremely wordy and emotional post and I know it wouldn't sound like me, but please just bear with me through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum up, I think 2007 has been the best and most unforgettable year I've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the start, the new year of a Year3 life, leading to a new class full of unknown people. 3F has been an exceptionally fun and interesting class, with the coolest people. They've been most helpful in everything, and most friendly and tolerating towards me. We've had fun together since the start of the year, with the orientation, level camp, mid-autumn festival etc. The joy and laughter they've brought was never-ending. So to 3F, thankyou for the wonderful times in school this year, I hope the joy and laughter will continue as we go on to 4F next year, and a great happy 2008 to you guys. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the best birthday of my life so far, this year. Got tons of presents and birthday wishes from everyone, even those that I didn't really thought they'd remember. The wishes warmed my heart greatly, thankyou everyone for the wishes, they really helped. And also another big thankyou to 3F for the lovely birthday song, leading to everyone wishing me a happy birthday, thankyou. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship day was awesome with those cute little presents from everyone, even unexpected friends. That's why you have friends; Surprises to be awaiting you at every corner you go. To all of you out there, thankyou for being there for me through some hard times I was having, and thankyou for lending me your ears, thanks for being great friends, thanks for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be on the plane for the first time and going to countries like London and Paris isn't what everyone can experience. True, all others are able to afford a trip to anywhere, like Taiwan etc, since they were young. But it's my first time on a plane, first time, at the age of fifteen, and I went to London and Paris with a group of friends, during the Language Arts tour. This is something that I would never ever forget; "First time"s like this are hard to get. For this, I've been extremely thankful to my parents for forking out the huge sum of money to allow me on an overseas trip organised by the school. Thankyou mom and dad, both of you have given me the chance to have a "first time" like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examinations have been common for schoolers like me, but having an exam in the hall was something completely new to me. This year, I had the chance to have my end-of-year examinations in the hall, together with everyone of my batch. It's fascinating to see hands scribbling all around anxiously, some biting their pens or pencils while trying to find the solution to a problem, some writing on the paper nonchalantly. Exams, it's has been so common for me, since I started going to school. This year's end-of-year really told me a lot, telling me that I had been too loose with myself and not studying hard enough. Too noisy in class, too lazy to do homework. However, it's this year that told me that I could handle an extra subject, that if I studied, I can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December holidays had been a bomb for me. A total blast that blew me off my feet. Working to earn money was tough, but I had my first experience of working as a salesperson too. It gave me an idea as to what kind of career I could pursue in future, what kind of work that suits me. I also had great times shopping with a few friends, or even my mom. I guess, I bought more stuff this year, as compared to last year. But they're mostly things that I use occasionally, things that I would need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life isn't just about a bed of roses; It has its ups and downs. This year, I've experienced almost everything possible that a normal teenager like me could experience, and it was well worth it. Life isn't all about myself; It's also about my family, friends, and those that I love. They say, "Love makes the world go round", it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 has been filled with happiness and exciting new things that I got to try out, and I think I wouldn't have given anything to live through this year again. I want this year to be etched in my memory forever, to be the most special year that I would really remember among all the years I've lived. It's so special that I wouldn't want to relive it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passes so fast; It flies. 2007 is ending in a blink of an eye. Soon, it'll be a new year once more, and new exciting and fascinating events would be awaiting ahead of us, calling out to us. Things change with time; People too. I think it had been a really great year for me, and how I had hoped for these happy moments to go slow. But we can't turn back time, and we can't make time go slower. All we can do is to live life to the fullest, with smiles everyday to brighten up the days of those around you, to not regret every thing that you have done and every step that you take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end this, I wish all of you a happy new year, a happy 2008 and may you be surrounded by smiles everyday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-7295069960231823920?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/7295069960231823920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=7295069960231823920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/7295069960231823920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/7295069960231823920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2007/12/161-2007-end.html' title='#160: 2007; The end.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-6746632603574719621</id><published>2007-12-29T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T01:16:42.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#159: What goes around, comes around.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;In order for people to be happy, sometimes they have to take risks. It's true these risks can put them in danger of being hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Meg Cabot, The Boy Next Door(2002)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GIANT!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"(Didn't listen) ... ..."&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a dwarf, going into Giant!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"o.o"&lt;br /&gt;"Ma, you understand what I mean??? (Grins)"&lt;br /&gt;"._. okay hahaha."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting dialogue between me and my mom. I'm beginning to think I'm uber cold and can't be colder anymore. HAHAHA. But well... At least she gets my joke. Do you? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am a hardworking girl, went MPL to do homework yesterday. So after that I got to parkway to get some kueh to go home and eat, when at the traffic light I met Keith. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA super funny, we always see each other at weird places. Last time was the hawker centre near my house, now outside Parkway. So we went to have lunch together and his friends joined us halfway. Rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my bursary this morning at Bartley Sec, and me, my mom and my brother quickly got off after the whole thing ended cause me and my brother did not want to take part in the childish "photo-taking session with the Guest-of-Honour" rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And super funny la, I think the emcee got pronunciation problem one. He called my brother's name "Goh KeWei" when it's supposed to be "Keewei". I was like laughing with Huang Min when my brother was taking his check and even after the thing I was still laughing HAHAHA. Not as if I didn't have my name pronounced wrongly anyway. I always have it pronounced wrongly. Since I-don't-know-how-many years back when I first started getting bursary. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND. Some juicy secret that no one ever knew about me. (Not that juicy la, orange juicier.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeling has serious stage fright! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, seriously! Even if I'm going on stage for less than a minute, just taking something then off, my legs will go all wobbly and threaten to give up on me. And I will start having cold sweat and my heart beats faster. Omg omg, or maybe I'm just too in love with the stage. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think, I've always been on the stage since Primary1 to get my awards. That didn't help at all. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, and there was one guy, well he's a bit handicapped, his brother was there to help him. Wtf, his brother looks totally like a beng. Half of his head is botak, while the other half grows long hair and is dyed brown and he's not good-looking somemore.  What's more, HE HAS A GIRLFRIEND WTFFFFF!!! So me and my mom were like, "Wtf might as well cut botak. -_-".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl right, must have had a stamp stuck on one of her eyes when choosing a boyfriend. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY SORRY AM ABUSING MY FREEDOM OF SPEECH. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya k anyway, when my dad came home, the three of us went to Tampines Retail Park. It always feels as if there's only the three of us in the family because my brother has now gone on a habit of staying home and not wanting to go out with his family currently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Courts, then Ikea, then Giant. Soooo, I got home at around 10.30. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courts was suberawemazelutely wunnerful, I got to check the prize of the Cybershot that I wanna get, so I could get it next year, end of the year, most probably. And checked out the prize of the PSP for my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikea smelled of wood all over, and me and mom and dad set our eyes on that particular wardrobe that we're gonna get sometime soon for me and my brother and throw the useless ones awayyyyy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giant was, yep nothing much. My mom wanted to get some fruits home but we ended up throwing rubbish into the trolley once again. Ferrero Rocher, Munchies' biscuits, my small packet of Magnolia milk, instant noodles etc. Oh and I got another pair of FBTs and my Nivea deodorant. FBT is luvvvvv cause it's grey with lime green "FBT" letters. And couldn't get my Adidas deodorant anywhere, couldn't find it anymore anywhere so had to get the Nivea one. It smelled awesome anyway. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw Maia Lee at Giant too! If you remember her, one of the Singapore idol contestants, with her child. She has a bloody hot figure. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home was super funny. My dad almost left a bag of stuff at the bus stop when my mom realised. Then he said, "Aiya, just a papaya only!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my mom were like laughing like crazy please, and my mom was just thinking later people think is someone deliberately left it there cause it's a bomb. I was like, "Orh ya lor, got bomb inserted inside papaya right!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were practically laughing while boarding the bus. Still remember sometime ago on the bus, my dad was sitting beside me. So he was watching something funny on TVmobile and he "haha" and laughed. The person sitting beside my mom in front of us turned back and stifled a laugh. Then me and my mom started laughing hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg didn't realise my dad is such a comical guy lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom also very cute she thought the Guest-of-Honour is addressed as Dr. because she's a doctor, until I told her she's a university graduate or something haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummm, Magnolia milk is the luv!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are poor things, tomorrow's their wedding anniversary and they're spending the day painting the pathetic house. Sighhh. It's our eighth too anyway. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday meeting Tinghui the Lame and getting his birthday present first, most probably. And he's getting me mine too. BUT. Am giving it to him on his birthday. LOL. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am a poor thing right, spending my New Year's eve with a lame person. HAHA. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K sayonara am back to Bleach GOGOGO AM AT EP111 ALREADY!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-6746632603574719621?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/6746632603574719621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=6746632603574719621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/6746632603574719621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/6746632603574719621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-goes-around-comes-around.html' title='#159: What goes around, comes around.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-7820360996044779400</id><published>2007-12-26T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T01:16:56.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#158: Shocking news.</title><content type='html'>Something to shock you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YELING WANTS TO LEARN TO PLAY DOTA! :D&lt;br /&gt;(GRINS)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-7820360996044779400?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/7820360996044779400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=7820360996044779400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/7820360996044779400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/7820360996044779400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2007/12/shocking-news.html' title='#158: Shocking news.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-376262563123303899</id><published>2007-12-26T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T01:18:46.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#157: And everything I love about you is a mess</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;A human being has a natural desire to have more of a good thing than he needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Mark Twain&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hullooooooooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;This the season to be merry, mehhhhhh-rry!&lt;br /&gt;(Goat bleating to the tune of "Mary had a little lamb" in a distance.)&lt;br /&gt;(Shrieks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sniff)&lt;br /&gt;(Sniff sniff)&lt;br /&gt;BLOOD!&lt;br /&gt;(Screams)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am suffering from menstrual cramps la. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had an suberawemazelutely wunnerful Christmas eve. And the day before Christmas eve. Shop and shop, that's what I did heh heh! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a top and some stuff to protect my feet from my wedges, sooo, I could continue wearing it without having cause my heels to have blisters. That was on Sunday, when we went over to M'sia. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas eve! This the love. Went shopping with me mom, yum! We went to Parkway and I bought a white Esprit cap and a MNG hoodie at 39. Oh my, you have no idea how felicitated I was! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a major shopping spree at NTUC and bought tons of stuff home, cause me mom promised to make pizza for us! 8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yumyum, bought so many stuff for myself already. WOOOOOOOOOO AM EXTREMELY HAPPY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried out a new coding scheme, and came out with this skin, similar to detonatedlove's designs. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I spent today er hmm, watching cartoons on Kid's Central and then coding this skin. Was watching Pokemon Battle Frontier! Pika  pika! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was very -_- because!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me mom bought me and my brother each a bottle of vodka that day when we were shopping and I drank my bottle last night. And it was only 8% alcohol! Sooooo. The point is, after I finished the whole bottle, I felt giddy and vomited. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!!! I wasn't drunk okay!! Wasn't!!! I still can remember vivdly what I did last night etc lor!! If a person's drunk he/she shouldn't be able to remember a single detail, but I did!! And after I vomited I still felt okay, which means I think that's just a problem with my digestive system. LOL. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, was supposed to finish my homework today lor!!! And in the end I got carried away watching Kid's Central and only did like half a review for the article. Feel so guilty. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should probably get my lazy ass out of the house to MPL tomorrow. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Wednesday's schoooool, and I'm very happy/excited about it wahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;(Like real T.T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that, I've been a good girl and removed the black nail polish on my fingers. And I've been a good girl to have finished most of my homework. A smarter girl to have figured an easier way out to tie my hair. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just that I'll have to wake up like 10minutes earlier for my contacts everyday. Yuck this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, orientation next year = shitty. Although I'm glad to announce that I heard from people, next year 4C, 4D, 4E and 4F will occupy the Lecture Theatres. Hoho, WE'LL HAVE OUR CLASSROOM BACK! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the only problem will be, who'll be our form teacher next year, if Miss Chua isn't? Oh god, can't bear to even think about it. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's coming, resolutions to be set but not to be followed. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH ANDAND!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 JANUARY IS COMINGGGGG WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M GONNA BE 16 SOON, NC16 HERE I COMEEEEEEEEE!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K shall go catch Bleach, byebye sayonara!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-376262563123303899?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/376262563123303899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=376262563123303899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/376262563123303899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/376262563123303899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2007/12/and-everything-i-love-about-you-is-mess.html' title='#157: And everything I love about you is a mess'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-2180031155937467214</id><published>2007-12-23T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T01:18:35.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#156: Merry Christmas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Dignity consists not in possessing honors, but in the consciousness that we deserve them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;i&gt;Aristotle&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:30px; color:red;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:30px; color:green;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:30px; color:red;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:30px; color:green;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:30px; color:red;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:30px; color:green;"&gt; C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:30px; color:red;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:30px; color:green;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:30px; color:red;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:30px; color:green;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:30px; color:red;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:30px; color:green;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:30px; color:red;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:30px; color:green;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:30px; color:red;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In advance! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today have been pretty busy, looking for the articles for Lang Arts. Luckily I managed to find some, phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, someone tried to screw Bs.com up, heh. Some guy owned up at the forum, but apparently it seems like he's much hated by a lot of blogskinners already. Talking about Bs.com, I just submitted a skin too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/info/172558"target="_blank"title="Dancing Queen"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short description of the skin here, I got inspired by lots of skinners. Nowadays there seemed to be a trend of submitting simple skins, so I decided to try it out too! No images, no nothing. Simplicity is still the best. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was having a mass conversation with some 2B'06 classmates, really funny. It started off with Yuanhao asking who's going for the steamboat gathering tomorrow and ended up gossiping about a lot of other stuff. HAHA. Now Junhao's off to brush his teeth and Yuanhao is watching Harry Potter on SCV, so the convo is kind of rotting, since only left three of us. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Junhao fell asleep while brushing his teeth cause he's not back yet. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh he's back. -_- HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &lt;i&gt;kuso&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Going M'sia tomorrow, should go sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE DARLINGS! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hello, I want a Crumpler bag! D:&lt;br /&gt;Anybody nice enough to give me that as a birthday present? :D&lt;br /&gt;GRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/EDIT]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-2180031155937467214?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/2180031155937467214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=2180031155937467214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/2180031155937467214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/2180031155937467214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='#156: Merry Christmas.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-6072098897060911295</id><published>2007-12-21T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T01:18:25.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#155: I'll give it to someone special.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Freedom is the freedom to say that two plus two make four. If that is granted, all else follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Winston Smith, in George Orwell's 1984&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be at the library this afternoon, but was too lazy since I woke up at 12.30 and so I decided to skip my own library session and do my homework at home like a good girl should do. Was pretty lazy to get out of the house and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning I finished the Physics paper already, only leaving the questions that I was baffled by to do in school, so I could reference answers. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I'm done with everything except for the bloody Chinese report and Lang Arts reviews, which are both a headache to me. I managed to come out with the survey questions and now only I just need a few more people to do the survey so I can tally the results and try to finish the report asap. As for Lang Arts, I've just bookmarked a few pages on Times so I'll copy and paste them on Word Processor later on and handwrite them, before typing them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tada, am a hardworking girl ain't I? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay as for updates, I canceled the Annual Christmas Outing. Don't talk about it, it's depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA GO SHOPPING LA! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously, since I canceled the outing, now I have enough money for a shopping spree. To buy what I want! Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tingxu kor just asked me if I'm free on Christmas. Which apparently I am because I was just planning to spend a lonely Christmas at home watching cartoons there's not one knight in shining (or is it shiny) armour to save me from the loneliness. There, he can accompany me to go shopping. LOL. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Christmas this year is going to be an entirely boring one. Both my parents are working, and even if they're not they won't bring us out anyway. Sigh, sad life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother says we're going M'sia again on Sunday I think. Am gonna pamper myself and make her buy something for me there, since at first she said she was gonna bring me along for Thai massaging, then she said it is a waste of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am gonna make her order pizza on Christmas too. Yay! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is eating those small sticky starch balls day. Forgot what day you call it, but well, I only know that I love the sticky starch balls. I can even help to make them heh heh! I remember my mom used to tell me and my brother when we were young, "The number of sticky little starch balls you eat will depend on your age. So if you wanna grow up faster, eat more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to think of it, it was so silly of me and my brother to count the number of starch balls we get in our bowl and compare with each other. Hahaha, childhood. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I suppose tomorrow's gonna be another day of sleeping-till-noon-and-waking-up-to-do-homework routine. :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do you guys remember this song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Last Christmas, I gave you my heart&lt;br /&gt;But the very next day, you gave it away&lt;br /&gt;This year, to save me from tears&lt;br /&gt;I'll give it to someone special&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Last Christmas&lt;/i&gt;, a very very old song, still popular till now. It's a really nice song, go listen. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the point is, you know Mr. Ng Tinghui actually thought is "&lt;b&gt;Merry&lt;/b&gt; Christmas, I gave you my heart"?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like omg, he was still stubborn and refused to acknowledge the fact that he got it wrong when Melda proved me right. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(HAHAHA HELLO TINGHUI, YOU'RE FEATURED. HI-FIVE HAHAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of old, old songs are kind of nice actually. An old song that I'll never forget and still love, &lt;i&gt;Dancing Queen&lt;/i&gt; by Abba. Mother used to love their songs like, yeah seriously. But oh, I fell in love with that song the moment I heard it. I mean, it's like so catchy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You're the Dancing Queen, young and sweet, only seventeen&lt;br /&gt;Dancing Queen, feel the beat from the tambourine, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life, ooh&lt;br /&gt;See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the Dancing Queen&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last five episodes of Witch Yoo Hee, omg. After that should I go on watching the upcoming Korean drama? Should I should I?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catching Witch Yoo Hee has caused me to miss I-don't-know-how-many episodes of Heroes, but anyway I'll just watch it online next time then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Korean dramas, I think Korean shows are a lot nicer than local shows. I find local shows draggy and always tearful etc. Betrayal, traitors, miscommunication, misunderstanding, underhand methods, etc etc. I don't like draggy shows. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korean shows are short, fun, interesting, cute, humorous and what not. So currently, Kinship II is on Channel 8 and the other Korean drama is on Channel U, I'm watching the Korean drama. Like duh, my mom can always catch Kinship II after the Korean one ends since Kinship II sure has a lot of episodes to come, and the Korean one is ending soon too I think. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum, and you guys should totally catch Fashion Police every Tuesday night. Great fashion programme. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am proud to announce that I just finished Ep100 for Bleach too, happy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO BYAKUYA GO BYAKUYA GO! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KUCHIKI BYAKUYA IS THE COOLEST GUY EVER LIKE C'MON, I'M GONNA MARRY HIM SOON!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot and cute and cool and what not, omg perfect guy. (Faints.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a little cold though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, shall be off to dream about me and Byakuya's wedding now, SAYONARAAAAAAAA! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-6072098897060911295?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/6072098897060911295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=6072098897060911295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/6072098897060911295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/6072098897060911295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2007/12/ill-give-it-to-someone-special.html' title='#155: I&apos;ll give it to someone special.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-3446683641141404135</id><published>2007-12-19T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T17:29:12.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#154: Season of giving and receiving.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;The ultimate measure of man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KONNICHIWA!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUM had a great day yesterday with Angelineeeee The Queen. She's named The Queen because!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made me wait for her although I was already 10minutes late. HOW COULD SHE RIGHT!!! D:&lt;br /&gt;(Muahahaha she must be feeling guilty reading this now. :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, we were having a study session at Pacific Coffee Company (I think the name was something like that. :O) and I ordered a cup o' HOTTT chocolate with American Cheesecake while Her Royal Highness ordered steamed milk with a BIIIIIG sandwich. (Royal Highness sounds cool. 8-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:default;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R2kdwVlIoKI/AAAAAAAAAFg/W1UVt6igcBQ/s320/Image049.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145676765511327906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMMM ME LOVE ME CHEESECAKE!! (SLURPS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:default;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R2keHllIoLI/AAAAAAAAAFo/_lZrhayB_gs/s320/Image051.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145677164943286450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM A VERY HARDWORKING GIRL IT'S ME IT'S ME IN THE PIKCHURE!! 8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:default;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R2ke8llIoNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/akh39E2wJQM/s320/Image062.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145678075476353234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:default;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R2ker1lIoMI/AAAAAAAAAFw/WDwshpu7HNM/s320/Image052.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145677787713544386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:default;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R2kfLVlIoOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Kc4TYz4R6i4/s320/Image057.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145678328879423714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"DIDN'T YOUR MAMA TEACH YOU NOT TO PLAY WITH FOOD?!?! BAD KIDS!"&lt;br /&gt;LOOK AT MY PERCY PIG I BIT OFF THE EAR IT WAS SO YUMMY. 8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:default;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R2kfxVlIoPI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Kivt5kp6Slw/s320/Image056.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145678981714452722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LET'S ACT TWIT OKAY!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:default;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R2kgEVlIoQI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/7Q8nGDfOdSs/s320/Image059.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145679308131967234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YELING POUTS AFTER ACTING TWIT AND SAYS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:default;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R2kgYllIoRI/AAAAAAAAAGY/7Fjdv8WwVWQ/s320/Image060.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145679656024318226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"TWIT IS NO FUN LET'S ACT ROCKER INSTEAD!! 8-)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:default;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R2kgyllIoSI/AAAAAAAAAGg/aJ3B033f8XU/s320/Image061.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145680102700917026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND FINALLY, ANGELINE ACTS ALL KISSY AND YELING POUTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END. 8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol no, that's just part of the photos we took. There're a few more which I was lazy to post up. Heh sooo, before going home we went to Candy Empire and got myself a box of chocolate and two candy canes. Guess who the candy canes are for?? (Drumrolls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TINGHUI!!! -_- (Everyone screams and asks why the hell does a guy want candy canes for Christmas.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea, ask him la. (Points to Tinghui.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUTBUTBUT, IF I GET HIM SOMETHING NICE FOR HIS BIRTHDAY HE'S GONNA GET ME A VOLLEYBALL!! SERIOUS!! OMG AM HAPPY AND VERY EXCITED!! 8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'LL BE ONE MONTH TO MY BIRTHDAY AFTER CHRISTMAS WOOOOOO YAY DAISUKI DESU TINGHUI!! (DON'T MEAN IT LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I so want that cap and hoodie from Espirt. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna buy a minidress etc, but not enough money grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wanna get a new pair of shoes, maybe those with a teeny weeny bit of heels. The wedges I bought the other day &lt;i&gt;completely&lt;/i&gt; killed my feet, causing blisters to the back of my feet and me screaming when bathing. Superrrrr painful sigh. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was something else I wanted to get... But can't really remember now. Ah, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a really weird dream last night and my face was wet with tears when I woke up this morning but couldn't remember the dream. Had something to do with school... (Drifts off.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And have you ever thought of a name for your dog if you're ever gonna get one in future? ME ME!! I was thinking of naming my dog (If it's a he) Matthew. Hmm dunno, the name just seemed nice. I want a dog laaaaaa I want!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Mini Schnauzer, Western Terrier, or even a Golden Retriever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like flurry little animals, especially in love with dogs but NOT THOSE SIZE BIGGER THAN ME ONE LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, or I was considering getting myself a hamster next year. But I can just imagine my mom screaming at me if I ever bring one home. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY ENOUGH OF ANIMALS I SHALL BE OFF TO WATCH WITCH YOO HEE THEN BLEACH SOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAYONARA DARLINGS! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-3446683641141404135?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/3446683641141404135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=3446683641141404135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/3446683641141404135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/3446683641141404135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2007/12/ultimate-measure-of-man-is-not-where-he.html' title='#154: Season of giving and receiving.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R2kdwVlIoKI/AAAAAAAAAFg/W1UVt6igcBQ/s72-c/Image049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-6378342752963926913</id><published>2007-12-16T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T01:17:59.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#153: Japanese language obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;This above all, to thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not be false to any man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Shakespeare&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Konnichiwa!&lt;/i&gt; (Hello!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Watashi wa Yeling-san! &lt;/i&gt;(I'm Miss Yeling! &lt;i&gt;LOL.&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ogenki desuka?&lt;/i&gt; (How are you?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Samishi katta desu!&lt;/i&gt; (I missed you so much!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Saikin dou desuka?&lt;/i&gt; (What's new?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Watashi wa nihongo ga suki desu!&lt;/i&gt; (I like Japanese!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA HELLO EVERYONE, WELCOME TO MY WORLD OF CRAZE FOR JAPANESE LANGUAGE. ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized Japanese is a really fun language, hoho. Now I regret forfeiting the subject when I was able to take it. I received the letter of approval from MOE to take a third language I think, and I was able to take any one of the given subjects as a third language. But me and my mom, we saw on the booklist that we have to spend like so much money on the books or so, and also I might not be able to cope and the timing et cera, I forfeited it. My friend desperately wanted to learn a third language but in the end she didn't even get the letter of approval, whilst I blatantly forfeited it. Guess this is just so unfair to others, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay whatever, &lt;i&gt;gomenasai&lt;/i&gt; for the solemn paragraph above, let's just move on to something else. Mmm, I've just chiong-ed finish Ep90 for Bleach. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NOVA IS SO COOL HE'S KAWAII! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a normal day I suppose. Went to the fish farm, saw lot of fishes etc. And dogs. Big dogs. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm not someone who's scared of dogs mind you. I mean like, hellooo, I'm an animal lover, how can I be scared of something so fluffy and stuff? It's just that, well, (Gulps) the dogs are almost about my size. I mean like seriously, dogs which're almost the same size as me, PLEASE STAY AWAY FROM ME YOU LOOK SCARY!! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, Monday meeting Melda for a short while to get my Math holiday homework, cause I asked her to help me print.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MELDA MY SAVIOUR~~~! (Sounds like Kon LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, Tuesday, then, is the fun day. Meeting Angeline for study session, so we're gonna do a bit of homework et cera. Ah, camwhoring and having fun falls in the et cera portion. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI ANGELINE, &lt;i&gt;DAISUKI DESU&lt;/i&gt; (I LOVE YOU), SEEYOU ON TUESDAY! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kuso!&lt;/i&gt; (Shit/damn!)&lt;br /&gt;It's already so late, gotta catch up on my beauty sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ikanakutewa narimasen, mata atode aimashou! &lt;/i&gt;(I have to go, see you later!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oyasuminasai, sayonara!&lt;/i&gt; (Goodnight, goodbye!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Grins.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-6378342752963926913?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/6378342752963926913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=6378342752963926913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/6378342752963926913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/6378342752963926913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2007/12/japanese-language-obsession.html' title='#153: Japanese language obsession'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-4115904906813531132</id><published>2007-12-14T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T17:29:14.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#152: Alvin and the chipmunks♥</title><content type='html'>HI DARLINGS! &lt;font face=webdings&gt;Y&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had sooo much fun yesterday like omg! I tell you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;ALVIN AND THE CHIPMUNKS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://alvinandthechipmunksmovie.com/"target="_blank"&gt;http://alvinandthechipmunksmovie.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:fade in; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:default;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R2JpjllIoAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/sv9opoBc2nc/s320/Alvin+and+the+chipmunks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143789784514732034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALVIN, SIMON AND THEODORE ARE  ♥♥♥! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvin is voiced by Justin Long, Simon by Matthew Gray Gubler, andandand, THEODORE BY JESSE MCCARTNEY! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm okay, some pikchures yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:default;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R2JqGllIoBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/D_UgDayon5c/s320/Alvin+and+the+chipmunks1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143790385810153490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the left: Simon (The smartest), Alvin (The cheekiest), Theodore (The glutton)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I told the witch doctor I was in love with you&lt;br /&gt;I told the witch doctor you didn't love me too&lt;br /&gt;And then the witch doctor he told me what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, eee, oo, ah, ah, ting, tang, walla, walla, bing, bang&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, eee, oo, ah, ah, ting, tang, walla, walla, bing, bang&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:default;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R2Jq21lIoCI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ySnTbZjNlts/s320/Alvin+and+the+chipmunks2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143791214738841634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:default;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R2JwOllIoII/AAAAAAAAAFQ/XfXc2o4gvxk/s320/Alvin+and+the+chipmunks9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143797120318873730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:default;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R2JrGllIoDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/E7AOmYwlEJc/s320/Alvin+and+the+chipmunks3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143791485321781298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:default;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R2JsXVlIoEI/AAAAAAAAAEw/9f1V13EYLaM/s320/Alvin+and+the+chipmunks4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143792872596217922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:default;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R2JssVlIoFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Pv4-cJR1KjY/s320/Alvin+and+the+chipmunks5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143793233373470802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Christmas, Christmas time is near,&lt;br /&gt;Time for toys and time for cheer.&lt;br /&gt;We've been good, but we can't last,&lt;br /&gt;Hurry Christmas, Hurry fast.&lt;br /&gt;Want a plane that loops the loop,&lt;br /&gt;Me, I want a Hooola-Hoop~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:default;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R2JtFVlIoGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ULDg7CuUQ2o/s320/Alvin+and+the+chipmunks6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143793662870200418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:default;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R2JuqFlIoHI/AAAAAAAAAFI/an5F1VrbYAE/s320/Alvin+and+the+chipmunks7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143795393742020722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at Theodore my luvvvvv! Isn't he such a darling, so cute that I wanna squeeze his cheeks! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:default;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R2Jw21lIoJI/AAAAAAAAAFY/6E3CH5ThcLo/s320/Alvin+and+the+chipmunks8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143797811808608402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, the family photo with Dave Seville (Jason Lee)! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't the chipmunks cute, KAWAII NEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Simon says: "You owe me, BIG TIME!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, after the movie me and Xianny went shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Retail therapy. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a pair of wedges and so did her. Same design! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDANDAND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got myself a pair of shades too. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was an entirely lovely day, ain't it? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I just finished a can of Heineken and also finished reading through the Work, Energy, Power ppt. Sooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAYONARA, OFF TO BLEACH! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-4115904906813531132?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/4115904906813531132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=4115904906813531132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/4115904906813531132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/4115904906813531132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2007/12/alvin-and-chipmunks.html' title='#152: Alvin and the chipmunks♥'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R2JpjllIoAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/sv9opoBc2nc/s72-c/Alvin+and+the+chipmunks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-6618708022324082561</id><published>2007-12-12T04:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T01:17:30.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#151: Look at the time.</title><content type='html'>I'm a nocturnal animal. 8-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-6618708022324082561?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/6618708022324082561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=6618708022324082561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/6618708022324082561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/6618708022324082561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2007/12/look-at-time.html' title='#151: Look at the time.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-5257848400534353168</id><published>2007-12-12T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T01:17:17.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#150: The answers that we'll never find.</title><content type='html'>Two days without work was boring and so not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to spend the whole day rotting at home which was so not me! Well, guess I'll look for excuses to sneak out then, though tomorrow I'll most probably be a good girl and stay home to try to complete the pile of homework. As for Thursday, it'll be a great day out I suppose. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was practically half studying and half watching tv. While studying was still blasting Jay Chou's songs into my ears. Rah I know, but that's the best way to block out any unwanted noise, even a lil, that'll affect me studying. In fact I study best with earpieces in my ears. Now let me see, I was watching uhm, Danny Phantom, Zatch bell etc. I know I know, no life right? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated the whole afternoon to coding the skin and stuff. This current skin that I'm using is coded by yours truly, myself. I submitted two versions of the skin la, navigational and non-navigational, so you guys can take a look &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/info/170619"target="_blank"title="Version 1"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/info/170659"target="_blank"title="Version 2"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't say. Have to admit that this is one of the best skins I've done and am proud to be using it right now. Hitsugaya Toushirou is also love. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, Tinghui also using this same skin. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was telling him I was working on this skin and then he requested for a change cause the previous one I did for him was too guniang. And wanted an Ichigo one, but I can't find any nice images of Ichigo to work on, so too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Bleach, I've just finished watching Episode 66. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am going to chiong very fast, heh. But first, must remind myself to do work. Am seriously not in the mood for studying anymore. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gogo yeling, you can do it, you're super smart yeling!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll see when, might make a trip down to MP library to return the books, and I can study alone quietly in there as well. Not a bad choice, well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar's phone got confiscated sigh. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, really tired having a horrible headache, shall go catch up on my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KTHXBYE HUNS! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-5257848400534353168?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/5257848400534353168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=5257848400534353168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/5257848400534353168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/5257848400534353168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2007/12/answers-that-well-never-find.html' title='#150: The answers that we&apos;ll never find.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-6871375128948719994</id><published>2007-12-10T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T01:17:09.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, this a new craze.</title><content type='html'>AM HAPPY TODAY BECAUSE BECAUSE BECAUSE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME GOT ME LEVI'S JEANS!! (GRINS WIDELY) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a really lousy day at noon at first, actually. Was out with mom to Plaza Sing, had lunch. Then I wanted to buy the jeans down there and well, me and my mom quarreled, leading to me dao-ing her all the way to J8. Okay, I admit that I did look like I ate a bomb and was about to explode, cause I bet some people who walked past me can sense the extreme heat I was emitting. (Sounds cool, eh. :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhowww, after me mom bought her Fancl stuff at J8, we walked around andandand guess what!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a Levi's corner at BHG! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah and they were on sale, sooo, I got a pair of super low boot cut jeans at 99! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom now owes me 49bucks. Heh heh! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Fter that we went to AMK because we needed to go to the bank. Hmm, had a great time almost moving the whole of NTUC back home. There were so many people and there were sales everywhere, like hello! We got Ferrero Rocher, Dove chocolate, Twisties, Ruffles chips, Lays chips, oranges, two loaves of baguette, magarine et cera et cera! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, we bought a lot of food. Haha! Had fun looking at food and saying, "I WANT!" and just throw it into the basket. And so, we ended up carrying a lot of stuff home. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm then I wanted to buy shades. Like, omg, that pair is so omfg nice, but they ran out of stock! Grrr, was so disappointing. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was doing a skin on Hitsugaya Toushirou, the luv. Had a bit of help from my brother, asking him if that was nice etc. Lol. But I guess I'll leave the codings to some other days, Bleach for now. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pigging till noon tomorrow since there's no more work, and maybe starting on homework. Mom's on leave tomorrow too. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALVIN AND THE CHIPMUNKS WITH TEH GIRLS ON THURSDAY! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K BYE HONEYBEES, LUV YA! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-6871375128948719994?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/6871375128948719994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=6871375128948719994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/6871375128948719994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/6871375128948719994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2007/12/baby-this-new-craze.html' title='Baby, this a new craze.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-5075915652637059840</id><published>2007-12-08T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T22:58:58.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before regrets start flowing in.</title><content type='html'>Hello jello pello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am happy today, well, kind of I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, yesterday was the last day of shoe selling. It was a great job, really. I enjoyed it a lot I tell you. I mean like, it's so fun! Yeah so uhm, before I left I got my pay. In cash. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay hmm. Yeah. Today's back working for Louise, although it's only for a day. We've finished the orders, so yeah, we're done and she's leaving for HK again tomorrow. Yep, which naturally means that I'll be a free lady to go around anywhere (or do my bloody pile of homework) and do anything from next week onwards. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh before I forget, must remind myself to send an email regarding the details of our Christmas outing to the girls by tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahyeahyeah, me gotta go for a retail therapy yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, my priority is getting my Levi's jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU BELIEVE IT, YELING HAS NOT EVEN A SINGLE PAIR OF JEANS?!?! Like seriously, I don't. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'mma get one soon. And maybe shades too. We'll see. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep okay, tomorrow most probably going shopping with my mom since she needs to get the Fancl stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And something I forgot to mention. This evening, my dad... Had an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was on his way home from work, but gonna stop by somewhere to get paint cause him and my mom were planning to paint the house like perhaps tomorrow, and that happened around Aljunied. A van collided with him, I think so, not very sure about the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But luckily, he only got a few scratches, nothing more. Only the motorcycle needed repair work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom said the driver agreed to compensate since my dad didn't wanna report him to the police, cause if he does the driver'll probably be in trouble. So the driver gave my dad 50bucks to see a doctor, and the repair work for the motorcycle would be around a few hundred, so he'll have to pay them off as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happily talking to my mom about some stuff when she finally told me that. Guess what, my heart stopped beating for a few seconds and I actually felt like crying when I heard that he got involved in an accident. My mom hadn't told me he only had some scratches then, but I already felt like crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's what it is; He's still my dad after all. I'll most probably regret it if I don't try to improve my relationship with him now. I will regret it if one day, (choychoy!) one day, he really leaves us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know where to start. Though I suppose, his love for his own daughter has been showed in situations when I didn't realise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm okay. I stopped at Episode 51 for Bleach cause they bloody removed 52! What the hell. But guess it's good anyway, my passion for skinning suddenly came back. So I'd probably design one or two skins first, then see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byakuya. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah hmm, tomorrow = shopping with mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-5075915652637059840?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/5075915652637059840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=5075915652637059840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/5075915652637059840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/5075915652637059840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2007/12/before-regrets-start-flowing-in.html' title='Before regrets start flowing in.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-8438829371888524417</id><published>2007-12-07T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T23:07:58.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foul mood.</title><content type='html'>The title says it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-8438829371888524417?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/8438829371888524417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=8438829371888524417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/8438829371888524417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/8438829371888524417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2007/12/foul-mood.html' title='Foul mood.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-7589510957364907323</id><published>2007-12-05T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T17:29:15.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sales</title><content type='html'>HELLO ME HAPPY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay let's see... Sunday had my haircut with my mom, while she dyed her hair as well. Okay hmm, have you guys ever seen my mom before? No right! We look exactly the same, the aunties say like er, the ang ku kueh model piak out on. HAHAHA LOL. OKAY COME COME I SHOW YOU ME AND ME MOM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R1ats17HK2I/AAAAAAAAAC8/to8jFPU2dxM/s320/Image041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140487010590862178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nono, ignore the fact that my hair looked weird right after cutting and that big fat pimple on me face. LOL. Just focus on the faces. Don't we look just alike? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R1aual7HK3I/AAAAAAAAADE/nRulXBoeHjU/s320/Image042.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140487796569877362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R1av317HK4I/AAAAAAAAADM/GiJwj5UaPVQ/s320/Image043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140489398592678786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er okay no, don't ask me how I got two of the same image but I just got it. This is of my self-styled hair after I got home. Messiness, hello! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R1ayEl7HK5I/AAAAAAAAADU/SnukHoVGIQ8/s320/Image044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140491816659266450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeling then tries to act emo. (No actually I didn't I was expressionless but somehow it turned out to be emo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R1ayeF7HK6I/AAAAAAAAADc/0zeacWP8oyc/s320/Image045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140492254745930658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeling says, "RAWR I'M HUNGRY IMMA EATCHU!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA okay so that's it for Sunday's trip back to M'sia. Anyhow, I LOVE MY HAIR. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm Monday was whole day of fun, but I'm not inclined to expose the details. It was a guilt-ridden day but ohwell, was much funsxz. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday's first day of work was awemazingly funnn! Okay hmm, let me briefly sum up what happened in the morning first. My mom called home early in the morning at 9. (OKAY I KNOW SHUT UP IT'S EARLY FOR ME LOR!!!) She was talking to my brother and somehow wanted me on the phone. Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother: (Wakes me up) Zeh, oi wake up, mommy wanna talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Grumbles) WHAT? What the hell she want?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Brother: Aiya just come pick up the phone la.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Glares at him with a murderous look) WHAT THE HELL? (Walks to phone and picks it up) Hellooo?! What you want?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Eh you know hor, you go my room, close the door... (Gives a string of instructions) Don't let him know hor. And you find the modem wire then just give it to him.&lt;br /&gt;Me: WHAT THE FUCK?! OI YOU WOKE ME UP JUST FOR SOME STUPID MODEM WIRE?! WHAT THE HELL I WANNA SLEEP ONE CAN?!&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Aiya just go get for him first can.&lt;br /&gt;Me: WHAT THE HELL?! NO WAY ME WANT GO BACK TO SLEEP ME NO WANT DO THIS STUPID THING NEXT TIME DON'T WAKE ME UP FOR SUCH STUPID MINOR STUFF PLSKTHX BYEBYE. (Call disconnected)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tada, I hung up on her. Well okay, not exactly. She kept asking me to find it but I just piak the phone back and went back to me lovely comfy bed for my mere five minute's sleep. (Due to the fact that she woke me up at 9 sharp and the call was five minutes long and I set my alarm to be at 9.10.) Heeello? Fancy my brother waking me up for such thangs? What the hell I almost murdered him please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as you can see, never incur the wrath of a grumpy sleepy yeling, or!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I WEEEL KEEEL YOU!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(HAHAHA go watch achmed on YouTube lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyhow, hmm. I didn't know working as sales can be so much fun. What I'm doing currently is selling ladies' shoes, at Cecil Court, around Raffles. But it was really fun cause I get to see a lot of office people walking around. Well I guess I'm not someone who can be working as an office lady in a confined space doing the same old things facing the same all people for the whole day. Perhaps I'm a bit claustrophobic. HAHA. Yeah anyway, it's just fun doing sales la. I guess now I can quite see where my future career lies. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's business wasn't that good because of the rain. :/ Anyway, looking forward to work tomorrow and Friday LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday = PAYDAY! :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but next week will be back to Louise's job. Haha. AND MY HOMEWORK OMFGOD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVEN'T GOT THE TIME TO EVEN DO A SINGLE ONE OF THEM AND I THINK I'M SO DEAD CAUSE I'VE GOT SUCH A SHORT TIME TO DO ALL OF THEM!! WTFWTF!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.NEED.TO.START.STUDYING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, seriously. C'mon yeling, you can do it, just start being serious about schoolwork and do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY SHALL BE BACK TO MY 魔女宥熙 AND AFTER THAT WHILE MY BROTHER WATCHES HIS D.GRAY-MAN I SHALL GO BACK TO BLEACH. BYEBYEBYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hi darling I miss you so much, my luv. &lt;3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-7589510957364907323?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/7589510957364907323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=7589510957364907323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/7589510957364907323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/7589510957364907323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2007/12/sales.html' title='Sales'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R1ats17HK2I/AAAAAAAAAC8/to8jFPU2dxM/s72-c/Image041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-3038931828616812608</id><published>2007-12-02T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T00:58:57.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're on my heart just like a tattoo.</title><content type='html'>Was just done with episode 32 of Bleach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renji should just let down his hair la, he's like omfgod-like charming with his hair let down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he actually "loves" Rukia... That's like so courageous of him, to protect her. It was sad actually, the part when he told her it was best if she lives with the Kuchiki Clan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K shall be off to sleep, waking up early cause will be making a trip back to M'sia to cut my hair, will be back at noon, most probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye hair, snipsnip. (Don't worry, I'm not cutting it short. Rofl.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall make use of the opportunity to see if my mom can get me something there. Retail therapy yo! 8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No work on Monday and Tuesday but fully booked on Monday. So uhm, anyone wanna go out on Tuesday? Like, no spending money cause I'm currently broke. If you want, just message me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K GOODBYE, OFF TO DREAMLAND! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You're on my heart just like a tattoo."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-3038931828616812608?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/3038931828616812608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=3038931828616812608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/3038931828616812608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/3038931828616812608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2007/12/youre-on-my-heart-just-like-tattoo.html' title='You&apos;re on my heart just like a tattoo.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-5751014803661751527</id><published>2007-12-01T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T17:29:17.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Samsung k3/Bias</title><content type='html'>Hello all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I've some overly-due updates aight? Hmm. I'll start from Sunday then. Escape was... Pure shit. I mean like hellooooo, why the hell is the Pirate Ship under maintenance la! Got on the Inverter instead, quite fun I suppose. 360degrees of fun but... Not exactly that thrilling. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have some photos, but they're all with my friend, yep! After that I met another friend and watched Enchanted for a second time. I mean like, the show is really really really wonderful. Cabbed home and was really really pissed with the cab drivers... Oh nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are some overly-due photos. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R1EFM17HKtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZOHbLhmVOuQ/s320/Image032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138894367998028498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R1EFg17HKuI/AAAAAAAAAB8/B_UckUXNXvw/s320/Image033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138894711595412194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were taken on the day of the BS outing, at Ngee Ann City. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R1EFtl7HKvI/AAAAAAAAACE/Ac9eS7Y4t8Y/s320/Image034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138894930638744306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken last Saturday when I went to Changi Airport with Louise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R1EGGF7HKwI/AAAAAAAAACM/fs8cqjwysVM/s320/Image035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138895351545539330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R1EGN17HKxI/AAAAAAAAACU/VIyvu88PiMM/s320/Image037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138895484689525522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R1EGVV7HKyI/AAAAAAAAACc/ecJTB7CLoOI/s320/Image038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138895613538544418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww isn't this oh-so-cuteee, I got it from the funfair at Escape! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R1EGrl7HKzI/AAAAAAAAACk/eJz1d3AeUco/s320/Image036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138895995790633778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R1EG117HK0I/AAAAAAAAACs/d9HH9honX9A/s320/Image039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138896171884292930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always a time to be Narcissistic. Ah, come to think of it, it's been pretty long since I last took a photo. No harm taking one (or maybe two) now heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now for last night. Yesterday was payday, but hellooooo, I was broke right into the night! I mean like, okay I spend money fast. Not really, it's just that I spent it on something expensive. Now, for the main thing I wanna haolian about... (Drumrolls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ALL HAIL MY SAMSUNG K3! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R1EHyV7HK1I/AAAAAAAAAC0/WG4Or43BPy8/s320/Samsung+K3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138897211266378578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like yo, super slim and sleek yo! I got the red one... No scratch that. I told the guy I wanted to get the black one, but Tinghui was saying the red one is good, so I was deciding between both la. In the end I told the salesperson to get the black one, but I think he got mixed up and gave me the red one. Well, I'm fine with it actually, since I couldn't decide, he decided for me. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 209 for 4GB. Tinghui helped me checked at TM's Courts before and they sold it for 299 for 4GB. Heh heh, so cool. I mean like, it's touch screen, is super thin, allows me to store JPEG photos, and also TXT files. LOL. (I don't think I'm gonna use the TXT function. -_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm so proud of is because I bought it with my own money. I mean like, hey, that's my pay! I worked so hard for it and why not, get myself something nice that I've been longing for for so long? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I got a black with pink leather case to go with it. Me love. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home and was so super excited about it, even my mom and my brother were so excited for me! Yeah, like shit. My dad spoiled the whole mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a really major kind of "quarrel" last night with him. Okay maybe not exactly quarrel, cause average per day we don't even speak to each other at all. I mean like yeah, not even one single word. So last night I was eager to transfer the whole lot of songs from comp into the mp3, and he kind of screamed at me to stop using comp. Okay. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean like seriously, who's the one who keeps playing computer games? My brother. I don't even play games on the comp please, let alone using it that often. My bro's the one who's been dota-ing everday. He's the one who got the electricity bill so high. My mom knew even, she was lecturing my bro on how my dad kept thinking it was me who uses the comp that often, just because whenever I use, it's always when he's home. So apparently it wasn't my fault and my mom knew it, she kind of lectured my bro one night when my dad was out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I'm such a big kid already, if I don't know it, then I must be either too ignorant or plain dumb. What do I know? My dad has never liked me since I was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes with the past generation of the thinking "Boys are always better." My mom told me before, he wasn't really happy when she told him she was pregnant with a girl. So since then he hasn't really liked me much. I think, in chinese it's what you call "重男轻女". I accepted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell did I accept that? Cause my character and my dad's clash. Like, seriously clash. We don't really get along well. I don't approve of his ways, he don't really like me. So there. We clash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I felt so super depressed because of the way he treats me, I actually screamed at my mom saying that this Sunday when we're gonna go over to Malaysia to cut my hair, I don't want him along. My mom was pretty pissed of with us so she screamed back at me like, "What you mean, you don't want him along?!" I slammed the bathroom door shut and cried in the bathroom for minutes before getting on to bathing. I heard my mom outside screaming at my dad too, saying that he doesn't know how to get along well with us the children, especially me etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried because I couldn't take it anymore. I mean, do you know how it feels to have your dad being biased against you? With those obiang thinkings of "Guys are always better than girls" or "Guys carry on the family line" etc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you. This, this whole thing sucks. I feel like I don't have a dad. If he dislikes me so much, why not just the hell abort me when my mom first got pregnant with me so he'd get my brother next? I'd rather not be born if I'm supposed to be treated with biasness. I've always been the best child in the family, since young, with acceptably good grades and behaviour and all compared to my brother. But why the hell doesn't this changed his thinking of me? Why is it so hard for him to treat me as his daughter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I really that annoying a daughter? Or is it just because I'm a girl I don't get to be treated as like how my brother is treated? He gets everything. They get everything for him. His phone, etc. Me? I get these things myself. I bought my phone myself. Now this mp3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom groomed me up to be a strong and independent child. I do everything on my own, buy everything on my own with my own money. But why is it that my brother gets to get everything when his results suck and he doesn't even behave well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother gets to get things he want if he does well for his EOYs. Why not I? My mom says, because she knows I always do my best for everything, she doesn't need to use that to force and push me forward. And that's because my brother's results suck to core that even if she pushes him with things he want, he still can't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my mom groomed me up to be too strong and too independent a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So look, you guys ain't the only ones who have family problems. I believe mine is a lot worse than all of yours.&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/5390432355971111530-5751014803661751527?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/5751014803661751527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=5751014803661751527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/5751014803661751527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/5751014803661751527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2007/12/samsung-k3bias.html' title='Samsung k3/Bias'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/R1EFM17HKtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZOHbLhmVOuQ/s72-c/Image032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-4158275480820383880</id><published>2007-11-28T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T20:02:12.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>COOL</title><content type='html'>I SLEPT AT 9.30 LAST NIGHT AND AM STILL SLEEPY. :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-4158275480820383880?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/4158275480820383880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=4158275480820383880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/4158275480820383880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/4158275480820383880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2007/11/cool.html' title='COOL'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-81438408178469611</id><published>2007-11-25T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T01:50:07.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLEACH</title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHAHA HAD FUN LAUGHING WHILE WATCHING BLEACH WITH MY BROTHER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KON IS SO FUNNEH LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there're  like, 149 episodes if I'm not wrong. Shit. We're just at epi7. How're we gonna finish that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway. It's cute. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTLY WAITING FOR MY BYAKUYA TO APPEAR. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEP SHOULD I SHOULD PROBABLY GET SOME SLEEP, I NEED TO WAKE UP REALLY EARLY IN THE MORNING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY THE WAY, TWO MORE MONTHS TO ME SIXTEENTH BIRTHDAY! :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND IT'S 30TH NEXT FRIDAY, HONEY. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE! (RUNS OFF TO BED)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This isn't the way it's supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to us?&lt;br /&gt;You don't even care to reply to my messages anymore, or even talk to me online, what's wrong?&lt;br /&gt;I miss the times when you still cared, darling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;We're all just too busy to even talk, that's what it is.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-81438408178469611?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/81438408178469611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=81438408178469611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/81438408178469611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/81438408178469611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2007/11/bleach.html' title='BLEACH'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-8737598250530471964</id><published>2007-11-24T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T21:43:39.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic day</title><content type='html'>Whut a busy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, is it busy for me today. But I think I'm a good assistant to Louise. (Grins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let me just briefly sum up what we did for BS outing yesterday, and then I'll sum up my busy day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BS outing was fun, there were like around 6 or 7 girls? Hmm, yeah. Had lunch at Pastamania, watched Enchanted, was horrendously wonderful. After Neoprints, Sylvia's boyfriend came along and we met Xiaoping for dinner at Sakae, I had dinner buffet with Angeline. And then I cabbed home cause I was seriously tired and yeah. Period. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKYOU GIRLS, IT WAS A LOVELY DAY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY WAS A GREAT DAY HAHAHAHA. I was late for work cause I felt pretty nauseas in the morning, yep. Sooo, I got there a minute earlier than Louise. Work was pretty fast, I don't know, time passed like really fast and then it was five. Louise on-called a cab for just a two-minute ride to Paya Lebar MRT HAHA. We had a lot to carry, her "luggages" (Damn, it was full of bags etc, no clothes at all, and there were two luggages already.), and the bags which were done to be sent to Australia and Netherlands. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo, we arrived to find that the post office was actually closed at 4, and we cabbed down to Changi Airport to post the bags. Apparently people were staring at us cause, I don't know, they just stared at Louise and then at me. (Maybe because I was wearing a tee and fbt, and it was at the airport. -_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to Terminal1 for the Left Baggages section to leave her luggages overnight at the airport so that she won't have to bring them home. And then we cabbed home, leaving me at Aljunied MRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE LIVES AT BUONA VISTA! LIKE OMG, I THINK SHE'S LIVING IN THE ONE THAT HAS THE SWIMMING POOL DOWN THERE RIGHT OUTSIDE OUR SCHOOL, CAUSE SHE SAID WHENEVER SHE WENT SWIMMING SHE SEES OUR SCHOOL STUDENTS. OMGOMG, ONE DAY I SHOULD PROBABLY DROP BY TO VISIT HER HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah anyway, she's leaving for HK tomorrow morning again, and since I'm stopping work there after next week, I won't probably get to see her until a year later. Aww. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL MISS YOU LOUISE! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHT OKAY I THINK I'M STARTING ON MY BLEACH ONLINE HAHAHA. OR D.GRAY-MAN! SHIT MAN, I STARTED MY WHY WHY LOVE AND STOPPED THERE HALFWAY, LIKE STILL AT EPISODE ONE I THINK. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT. BYE WHY WHY LOVE, I WON'T BE WATCHING YOU UNTIL LATER ON, WHICH WILL PROBABLY BE REALLY LATE CAUSE I WANNA CATCH BLEACH AND D.GRAY-MAN FIRST! =D (They're almost the same actually, the synopsis.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESCAPE TOMORROW WITH ME MOM'S COLLEAGUE'S NIECE AKA MY FRIEND, BYEBYEBYE DARLINGS! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-8737598250530471964?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/8737598250530471964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=8737598250530471964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/8737598250530471964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/8737598250530471964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2007/11/hectic-day.html' title='Hectic day'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-5826982681091500254</id><published>2007-11-23T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T00:08:00.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to self</title><content type='html'>I NEED TO START STUDYING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-5826982681091500254?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/5826982681091500254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=5826982681091500254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/5826982681091500254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/5826982681091500254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2007/11/note-to-self.html' title='Note to self'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-3714456539093256017</id><published>2007-11-22T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T21:37:02.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Physically drained</title><content type='html'>Hi hi hi. Shit, man. Having horrible cramps but period's late. (Clutches abdomen.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am having a terrible headache as well, like shit. Sore throat. And my whole body feels really tired and sore. I hope I don't get dengue or something. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's a lively day at work heh heh heh. But I'm bloody tired out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME THE GREAT QC MISTRESS! (QUALITY CHECK) 8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. K uhm, studding stars on is a rotten job but I like doing QC or magnets. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously hope I don't fall sick, BS outing tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T KNOW ANYONE, HOW?!?!?! ME SHY LEH, AND VERY QUIET ALSO! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K yeah, next week's gonna be another busy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been out since 9 and got home at 7plus. And that happened everyday this week. LIKE HELLO, WE'RE BUSY, MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh hmm hmm hmm. And on the way home Huang Min and I were talking about this stalker cum pervert at our area. Realised my encounter with him was far better than hers, I'm considered lucky I guess. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we were talking about something else. A really heartbreaking piece of news to the girls actually. The most, for me i guess. Isn't it funneh how people change? Surprise! Guess what we were talking about? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY THE WAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me planning annual Christmas outing for me girls. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY OKAY BYE GOTTA SLEEP, THROAT'S KILLING ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEARTS! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-3714456539093256017?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/3714456539093256017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=3714456539093256017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/3714456539093256017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/3714456539093256017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2007/11/physically-drained.html' title='Physically drained'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-7642232067443150968</id><published>2007-11-20T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T21:13:26.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired out</title><content type='html'>Hello. I'm like, super uber dead tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like really. Shit, man. I've been working my ass off like a cow for these few days and this is gonna bloody continue for like one or two weeks more. It's really tiring me out physically. Like, I think I'm gonna drop dead sooner than I think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm tiring out myself like that just for the sake of mooneh. Like seriously, do I really need that PSP that much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need? No.&lt;br /&gt;Want? Bloody yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep telling myself I need it, though I know deep down I only want it. But well, 've already started hypnotizing myself that I need it so might as well work my ass off like a real busy woman and get it done with once and for all as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, I'm gonna stop work after the first week of December, so that's gonna be the last week I'm working. I'm stopping my current work after next week cause I've got another job coming for the first week of December, so yeah. But currently I'm gonna be like dead busy for this week cause we're really rushing, all the bags must be done by December the 4th and be sent over to Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel so bad for not going for work this Friday and going for the BS outing. It's like, we're all rushing and yet I told Louise I can't make it and need to settle some school stuff. But sorry, BS outing is something I wouldn't miss. No, not even for the sake of mooneh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're like rushing like crap cause there're 360 bags to be done, and a thousand plus strips of cloth and leather to be cut etc. Hey, I'm just a kid alright! And yet I feel the deadly rush. Like oh man, this seriously needs helppppp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.louiseleftsideart.com/snatch/index.html"target="_blank"title="Boss! =D"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, you get to see my boss's web and get an idea of the stuff we're doing currently, Ginger Clutches. Or go down to Paragon and search for a shop called Nue, there're some stuff down there. And I do believe they're only for rich aunties. Heh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna work full-day, at least almost full-day on Sat, and I'm going Escape with my mom's colleague's niece on Sun. I still have an appointment with the optician cause I need to go back for a follow-up checkup of my lenses. Need to find time next week for the checkup, cause this week I'm gonna be like really busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean it, like, hell busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some others are just so irritating, you let me think you're just desperately trying to suck up to everyone. Stop it, you're too fucking young for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all then, good day to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO MY BOYFRIEND, PLEASE COME BACK QUICK I MISS YOU LA! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-7642232067443150968?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/7642232067443150968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=7642232067443150968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/7642232067443150968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/7642232067443150968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2007/11/tired-out.html' title='Tired out'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-9007477088437843080</id><published>2007-11-17T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T22:00:36.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>FINALLY DID A SKIN THAT IS TO MY OWN LIKING.&lt;br /&gt;GREATTTTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEE, OFF. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-9007477088437843080?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/9007477088437843080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=9007477088437843080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/9007477088437843080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/9007477088437843080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2007/11/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-6508996698030673055</id><published>2007-11-17T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T01:58:59.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moneh please.</title><content type='html'>YELING'S PROUD TO ANNOUNCE THAT SHE'S FINISHED TINGHUI'S SKIN. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO SEE LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah k anyway, went to visit me Granny today at her house, Yishun. Me a good and filial girl yo. 8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She bought me favourite for lunch, Nasi Briyani!! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAS A SUPERRRRRRRRRR BIG SERVING I DIDN'T FINISH IT SHE HELPED ME TO FINISH INSTEAD LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm no work tomorrow. What to do? Maybe should start on homework. Either that or me gonna rot at home. Or go wandering around outside. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like just going somewhere sitting down and observe. I know, I'm weird right? But don't you find observing people very interesting? Aiya, do it like I do and you'll know. I think sitting in a cafe is a nice idea. Grah, saving money, can't even afford it. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need money so desperately that I can't afford to go out too much when I'm working, and this sucks. I can't even be extravagant for a bit and spend money on Famous Amos. No, that's not the point. The point is, PSP is gonna be the cause of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want that Esprit hoodie I've been longing for for so long. And it cost a bomb please. Sixty bucks. Where the hell to get the money if I wanna get PSP. And I need to get sneakers too. Wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks laaaaa. There's BS outing on friday, most probably confirmed, and I'm skipping work to go for that. One day's earning gone. Sigh nevermind, BS outing is one occasion not to be missed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should stop skinning for awhile and get back to my Why Why Love, cause all my inspiration's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And skinning makes me tired. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a sense that it tires out my small little clever brain to find suitable colours to blend etcera etcera. Isn't this just lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY AIYA TOMORROW MORNING WAKE UP THEN DECIDE WHAT TO DO FOR THE DAY. (THOUGH I'D MOST PROBABLY WAKE AT AROUND 12 OR 1.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOOD FAIR ON SUNDAYYYYY, GONNA EAT TILL I GROW FATTER ONCE AGAIN. CAN'T STOP EATING. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME GONNA GET LOTS OF FRIED FOOD AND STUFF MYSELF TO DEATH. 8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, SAYONARA BABY! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-6508996698030673055?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/6508996698030673055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=6508996698030673055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/6508996698030673055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/6508996698030673055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2007/11/moneh-please.html' title='Moneh please.'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-3127382514366630986</id><published>2007-11-16T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T02:31:14.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheating of money</title><content type='html'>HELLOOOOO OMG IT'S SO LATE OKAY HMM BRIEF UPDATE OF WHAT I DID TODAY K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY'S WORK WAS PRETTY INTERESTING, LOUISE BROUGHT ME ALONG TO ARAB STREET TO BUY FABRIC BECAUSE WE RAN OUT OF IT ANDANDAND SHE ALWAYS GET CHEATED BY THE SHOPKEEPERS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOO, WE WENT OUT AND TOOK A CAB THERE. TOOK PRETTY LONG FOR US TO GET A CAB AS WELL. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, AFTER WE REACHED, I WENT INTO THE SHOP TO INQUIRE ABOUT THE PRICE OF THE FABRIC WHILE SHE WAS OPPOSITE THE STREET HIDING. SO YEAH, I ASKED THE UNCLE HOW MUCH IS ONE METRE, HE SAID 4BUCKS. THEN I SAID OH, I WANT TEN METRES, AND I NEED THIS FABRIC FOR SCHOOL STUFF, AND IT'S LIKE A FEW OF US ARE SHARING COST, SO CAN HE LIKE GIVE ME A DISCOUNT. HE ACTUALLY GAVE ME A 50CENT DISCOUNT FOR EACH METRE. THAT'S NOT THE BEST. THE BEST PART IS THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LAST TIME LOUISE WAS THERE BUYING THE SAME FABRIC, HE CHARGED HER 6.50 FOR EACH METRE! O.O :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APPARENTLY, THEY THOUGHT SHE'S A TOURIST SINCE SHE'S A FOREIGNER AND WANTED TO CHEAT HER MONEY.  (SHE'S AN AUSTRALIAN BY THE WAY.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT IT'S LIKE, DOUBLE THE PRICE?! WHAT THE HELL, WHATEVER HAPPENED TO THE WORLD'S HONESTY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH K ANYWAY I CHIONG-ED FINISHED KOR'S BLOGSKIN ALREADY, YAY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST FINISHED TINGHUI'S IMAGE, WILL FINISH THE CODING ASAP DURING THE NEXT TIME I'M ONLINE, WHICH WILL MOST PROBABLY BE ON SATURDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT MAN, NO WORK TOMORROW. MAYBE I SHOULD PAY MY GRANDMA A VISIT. =D&lt;br /&gt;(SECOND CHOICE, TO CHECK OUT PSP PRICES AT SIMLIM.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHO, GOOD NIGHT THEN, TIRING DAY TODAY. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-3127382514366630986?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/3127382514366630986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=3127382514366630986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/3127382514366630986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/3127382514366630986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2007/11/cheating-of-money.html' title='Cheating of money'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-8134556813253109303</id><published>2007-11-15T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T21:24:58.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skin reminder</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMINDER TO SELF: &lt;UL type ="circle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;&lt;s&gt;KOR'S SKIN, IMAGE - VINCENT VALENTINE.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;TINGHUI'S SKIN - RANDOM IMAGE, LIGHT COLOURS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;SKIN FROM IMAGE GOTTEN FROM THORA AT DEVIANTART.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;SKIN FROM IMAGE GOTTEN FROM POISONPAU THROUGH FOTO AMATEUR.&lt;/UL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TSIT. QUEUES COMING UP. ANYMORE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK I'M GONNA BE HELL BUSY THE NEXT FEW TIMES I'M ONLINE. BUT AT LEAST KOR'S SKIN WOULD BE DONE PROBABLY FAST, SINCE HE HAS GIVEN ME THE IMAGE TO WORK ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNLIKE SOMEONE WHO HAD A SPECIAL SKIN REQUEST BUT DOES NOT EVEN HAVE AN INKLING OF WHAT THEME HE WANTS, AND YOURS TRULY HAD TO EVEN SEARCH FOR AN IMAGE FOR HIM. ISN'T THIS SO WHAT THE HELL?? BUT. I'M SUCH A NICE PERSON, I SHALL. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE DUH OF COURSE I'M NICE I'M NICE EVERYDAY PLEASE. SEE THIS TINGHUI?? THANK ME. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO WORRIES, OR YOU CAN OWE ME ANOTHER MEAL. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL LA OKAY GOT WORK TOMORROW, BYE DARLINGS! (HUGS AND SPAMS KISSES ON Y'ALL'S CHEEKS)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-8134556813253109303?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/8134556813253109303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=8134556813253109303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/8134556813253109303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/8134556813253109303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2007/11/skin-reminder.html' title='Skin reminder'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-3740994964264768624</id><published>2007-11-14T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T23:44:38.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SKINS AND SKINSSS</title><content type='html'>HI WORLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M GLAD TO ANNOUNCE THAT... (DRUMROLLS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'VE GOT MY CONTACTS!! (GRINS) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SPENT ONE HOUR SITTING DOWN THERE LEARNING HOW TO WEAR AND TAKE OFF MY CONTACTS. ROFL. SORRY LA, I'M NOT DUMB NEITHER AM I STUPID, BUT I HAVE SMALL EYES YOU SEE. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEH HEH SO COOL TODAY I ONLY TOOK LESS THAN FIVE MINUTES TO WEAR LOR!! 8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND I'M ALSO VERY PLEASED TO ANNOUNCE THAT... (DRUMROLLS)&lt;br /&gt;I'VE DONE UP A NEW SKIN!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINK I'M IMPROVING BIT BY BIT WITH ME PHOTOSHOP SKILLS. (GRINS)&lt;br /&gt;ACTUALLY, IN FACT, IT HELPS LITTLE SINCE I DON'T REALLY USE BRUSHES. (AND STILL DOWNLOADED SO MANY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K LA ENOUGH OF THESE SHIT CLICK &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/info/166221"target="_blank"title="Paramore skin!"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT UP IS TINGXU KOR'S SKIN HE SENT ME AN IMAGE TO HELP HIM DO SO... YEAH WILL START ASAP, THE NEXT TIME I'M ONLINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERY GRATEFUL TO HIM FOR TRUSTING ME TO DO A GOOD JOB OF IT, HELLO KOR IT WAS VERY NICE OF YOU I LOVE YOU HAHAHA. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY LA UHM YEAH I JUST REMEMBERED LAST TIME BROTHER ALSO ASKED ME TO DO A SKIN FOR HIM......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG HAHA OOPS JUST REMEMBERED LOL. YEAH SO UHM IF HE WANTS PLEASE CHOOSE AN IMAGE AND SEND ME TYVM! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K FEEL VERY ACCOMPLISHED AND PROUD OF MESELF LA HEHEHE TOMORROW GOT WORKKK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WHY STUPID AUNTIE NEVER CALL ME GO FOR EXPO JOB ONLY ASK ALISA???&lt;br /&gt;(PIAKS AUNTIE IN THE FACE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K BYEEE SEE HOW LONG I'D TAKE TOMORROW TO WEAR ME CONTACTS HEHEHE GOODNIGHT Y'ALL, HEARTS! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-3740994964264768624?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/3740994964264768624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=3740994964264768624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/3740994964264768624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/3740994964264768624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2007/11/skins-and-skinsss.html' title='SKINS AND SKINSSS'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-8134650171064249064</id><published>2007-11-13T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T00:54:16.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet Yeling</title><content type='html'>HI! CONTACTS TOMORROW! (GRINS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I'm in a foul mood so yeah, screw off if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never incur the wrath of an angry Yeling, you get what I mean don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should just slash myself and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not? I mean, I'm such a lousy, boring, and uninteresting person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, people. I realised I've changed. A very drastic change indeed. I realised that nowadays I talk less. Really, significantly a lot less. Even to Tinghui la, damn it. Last time, everytime, our conversations would be really long and random and talking about everything under the sun. But now I don't even talk to him that often anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, of course I leave my MSN to rot even when I go online, unless anyone talks to me or I feel like crapping and bitching out to anyone. But now. Seriously. I don't even talk that much online anymore. It's seriously this bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well okay, maybe not that bad since I am still one talkative bitch in real life. But somehow, it just doesn't feel right. In fact I feel weird changing to someone like that. I mean, seriously. What has happened to me, to make me change to someone who is significantly less talkative online nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, I know you'd say I'm insane, but.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't even know who I am now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel anti-social when I'm online. I feel... Weird. Unfriendly. Quiet(which shouldn't be the case).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost identity, eh? I don't know, no idea even. Just hope time brings me back to my old self. Cause seriously. It's not like to me to be quiet even when I'm online. People who talks to me often knows how bitchily talkative I can get. So seriously. Hate this change yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;SOMEONE, PLEASE SAVE ME.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But meanwhile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've seen Yeling's real self anywhere, please return it to her asap! 8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K bye OFF TO BEDDDDD! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-8134650171064249064?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/8134650171064249064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=8134650171064249064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/8134650171064249064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/8134650171064249064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2007/11/quiet-yeling.html' title='Quiet Yeling'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-5477054310782608258</id><published>2007-11-11T03:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T04:01:07.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New skin up</title><content type='html'>HELLO I'M BACK!&lt;br /&gt;Potato-ed at home today, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K ANYWAY NEW SKIN!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;CLICK &lt;a href ="http://www.blogskins.com/info/165741"target="_blank"title="New skin! :D"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K OKAY LA SHALL GO SLEEP OMG WILL YOU LOOK AT THE TIMEEEEE!!! (GASP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRANK A CAN OF HEINEKEN NOW REALLY SLEEPY K NEVERMIND BYE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW MOST PROBABLY GOING OUT ALONE, HOW PATHETIC. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K BYE HOPE CAN GET MY CONTACTS TOMORROW!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-5477054310782608258?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/5477054310782608258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=5477054310782608258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/5477054310782608258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/5477054310782608258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-skin-up.html' title='New skin up'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-8274665406954729420</id><published>2007-11-09T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T20:30:44.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>蒲公英的约定</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;作词:方文山&lt;br /&gt;作曲:周杰伦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小学篱芭旁的蒲公英&lt;br /&gt;是记忆里有味道的风景&lt;br /&gt;午睡操场传来蝉的声音&lt;br /&gt;多少年后也还是很好听&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;将愿望折纸飞机寄成信&lt;br /&gt;因为我们等不到那流星&lt;br /&gt;认真投决定命运的硬币&lt;br /&gt;却不知道到底能去哪里&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一起长大的约定&lt;br /&gt;那样清晰打过勾的我相信&lt;br /&gt;说好要一起旅行&lt;br /&gt;是你如今唯一坚持的任性&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在走廊上罚站打手心&lt;br /&gt;我们却注意窗边的蜻蜓&lt;br /&gt;我去到哪里你都跟很紧&lt;br /&gt;很多的梦在等待着进行&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一起长大的约定&lt;br /&gt;那样真心&lt;br /&gt;与你聊不完的曾经&lt;br /&gt;而我已经分不清&lt;br /&gt;你是友情还是错过的爱情&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 周杰伦：&lt;b&gt;蒲公英的约定&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at my previous post, (secretly eyes post) I was rather surprised at myself for typing out such a long and cheem(?!?!) post. Rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the song lyrics up there, (points and smiles sweetly) absolute love. Jay Chou's new album is outtttt! And the song above is really really lovely, because the base music comes from one of the instrumental from Secret's OST, which is one of the instrumentals that particularly affects me as it is very sentimental. So yep, go listen to it! Trust me, it's really lovely. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So so so, on a happier note.....&lt;br /&gt;GOT MY PAY TODAY!!! &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah man, so uhm, pretty sure getting contacts if I've enough money hmm. WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this, next week's pay, probably, will be getting mp3. Should be enough la, not enough then ask my mom to pay half of it. Hyeh hyeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh hmm hmm hmm. Okay uhm, cutting my hair next week too!!! Hmm and I think will be getting another job after this current one ends. Probably selling shoes, at the upcoming Metro sale at Expo. Sooooo uhm, if you want, please choose no, don't come faking that you passed by and try to catch a glimpse of me pathetically selling shoes. Or else I might throw shoes at you. LOL. That is, of course, if I get the job la! So people, let's cross our fingers and prayyyyyyyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, can't seem to high, lots of problems at hand that're troubling me. Apparently if you look at me, I look pretty tired and stuff. HOWEVER, please do note that I'm still pretty much a happy person. &lt;i&gt;I guess?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah, nevermind, I'd rant next time, maybe the next post. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND HELLO OHMYGOD AROUND TWO MORE MONTHS PLUS TO MY 16TH BIRTHDAYYY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE REMEMBER MY PRESENTS YOU PEOPLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;(Throws shoes at you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL K LA BACK TO MY WHY WHY LOVE AND GAWKING AT MIKE HE AND HIS CHARMING SMILE BYEEEEEEEEEEE!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;(Mesmerized by Mike He and faints)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-8274665406954729420?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/8274665406954729420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=8274665406954729420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/8274665406954729420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/8274665406954729420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='蒲公英的约定'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-5402257727555853227</id><published>2007-11-08T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T00:12:43.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugly world</title><content type='html'>Okay, I know I've been pretty high and posting using caps all the time, so today, let's have a serious post for a change. Aight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get irritated with friends? Well, I for one, definitely do. And yes, even if you're my best friend or whatsoever friend, yes I do get irritated with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not pin-pointing at any particular person, nor am I particularly against anyone. Just in a whole, and I've seen lots of such cases around me, I'm getting pretty disgusted and sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I'm saying, when your friends tell you you've changed, seriously, get a life and reflect and find out how and whether that is positive or negative. I've had friends telling me, "You've changed." And obviously, I ain't dumb, so I asked them, "So what, do you guys think this is good or bad?" Most answers I get are pretty positive, like "Of course that's good duh!", or "Yep, it's good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think I'm going off topic if I keep going on and on about that. Anyway, what I'm saying is, please don't even wait for your friends to tell you you've changed. Do some reflection about it yourself. And right after your friend tells you that, please please please think about it, don't brush this topic off your mind just like that. Even if your friend tells you it's a negative change, go think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and one more thing. This thing irritates me the most, seriously. I believe anyone who reads experienced this before. Very positive about this. Have you had a friend who likes to imitate you? Imitating your fashion sense, hairstyle, bags, shoes, etc. Even online, typing style. Now I tell you, fuck you if you ever did all these.  I won't name anyone in particular or whatsoever, but this definitely disgusts me. This friend, she likes to copy whatever I do. In fact, make it love. She copies my every move, okay, maybe not every. But I particularly hate it when she copies my typing style. Last time, I used to type in a different manner. And she imitated my typing style. Now, I type in caps. She's typing in caps too. I should probably thank her for being such a vivid observer, observing my "every" move. But no, apparently as you can see, I'm not particularly happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a few cases of friends adding my friends on my Friendster list too. And as you can guess, I was seriously unhappy about it. Apparently this particular bitch-to-be added all of the friends on my Friendster lists, when she doesn't even really know them. Still remember that humiliating incident (for her) a few years back when she accused me of flaming her on her tagboard. I didn't and of course, the truth was out and she got ignored, it was so embarrassing for her. Apparently until now, I'm still pretty cold towards her and we never talk to each other in school. No, not even because we were once classmates and CCA-mates. She was the first girl to let me see the light. I saw in her the ugliness of all females. She, made me come to a realisation of how pathetic all us females can get. I'm a female myself. But I for one do not deny that girls can be rather bitchy, and I personally think that guys are much more trustworthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get irritated easily, this is obvious. With my character, yes this is definitely obvious. I get irritated with friends rather easily, and I hate to say this, but, I do find faults with friends easily. Well okay, maybe not that easily. More of their flaws I guess, not that I like to find fault with them every now and then. However, yeah, I'm pretty much of a sensitive person, so I'm sensitive too all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I like it okay, seriously, sometimes I hate myself for having such a sensitive personality. But it's just me, what else can I do? When I realise my friends' flaws, I get irritated but at the same time telling myself not to get irritated, suppressing the urge to ignore that person. Apparently, that doesn't really work for me and I'd still end up ignoring that particular person, sometimes. And I am, to anyone who reads this post and had the experience of being  ignored by me, truly and sincerely apologetic. Here i disclaim that these are all personal opinions of mine, I mean no harm and I'm just voicing out my own opinion. You can have yours if you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the ugly side of me. You might wonder, "What, is she kidding?" But no, and hell no, I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, I sincerely apologize for showing you my truly ugly side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-5402257727555853227?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/5402257727555853227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=5402257727555853227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/5402257727555853227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/5402257727555853227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2007/11/ugly-world.html' title='Ugly world'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-4507092018493503917</id><published>2007-11-05T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T14:03:35.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heineken!</title><content type='html'>HI HI HI CAN YOU BELIEVE IT, YELING FINISHED TWO SMALL BOTTLES OF HEINEKEN LAST NIGHT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OF COURSE YOU CAN BELIEVE IT, NYEH! :D&lt;br /&gt;(SMUG LOOK)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY YEAH LAST NIGHT'S BBQ WAS FUN ATE LOTSA MARSHMALLOWS HEHEHE THOUGH AT FIRST ME MOM AND I WENT TO DOWNTOWN INSTEAD OF COSTA PASIR RIS SO HER BOSS HAD TO COME AND FETCH US HEH SO PAISEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY AT DOWNTOWN SAW 4G GUYS. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APPARENTLY I DON'T RECOGNISE THE GUY'S VOICE BUT THAT PARTICULAR GUY TEASED ME FOR TWICE ALREADY. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K ANYWAY V HAPPY DID UP A NEW SKINNN YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLICK &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/info/165014/"target="_blank"title="New skin!"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S DEDICATED TO NEE DARLING SO YEAH, NEE, DON'T YOU LOVE ME YO! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY EXCEPTIONALLY HAPPY TODAY I SUPPOSED DNO WHY ALSO BUT NEVERMIND LA HAPPY CAN ALREADY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE MUST LIVE THEIR DAYS HAPPILY, DON'T YOU AGREE? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO WORK TOMORROW SIGH, POTATO-ING AT HOME TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOBODY EVER HAS ANY TIME FOR YELING. POOR YELING. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVERMIND SHALL FINISH THE BOOK AND START ON MY HOMEWORK I'M GONNA CHIONG MUAHAHAHA! &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPER SMART YELING IS A CUTE NERD!!! 8-)&lt;br /&gt;(INSERTS EVIL LAUGHTER)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SHALL CHIONG TO BE THE FIRST TO FINISH ALL MY HOMEWORK HEHEHEHEHEHE...................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K OKAY BYEEEEE YOU SUCKAS I SHALL NOT MISS YOU ALL!!! WOOHOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And hello my dear lovely bee eff, i miss you. &lt;3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-4507092018493503917?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/4507092018493503917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=4507092018493503917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/4507092018493503917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/4507092018493503917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2007/11/hi-hi-hi-can-you-believe-it-yeling.html' title='Heineken!'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-5866276202425660658</id><published>2007-11-04T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T01:39:47.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy endings</title><content type='html'>HI HI HI I FINALLY FINISHED ALL 20 EPISODES FOR DBY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't we all love happy endings. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE OFF TO SLEEP, TOMORROW BBQ YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEEBEE DARLINGS YO! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-5866276202425660658?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/5866276202425660658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=5866276202425660658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/5866276202425660658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/5866276202425660658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-endings.html' title='Happy endings'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-3607079556887629521</id><published>2007-11-03T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T21:31:30.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marshmallows!</title><content type='html'>HELLO JELLO PELLO HI HI HI!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh hmm. Hmm. Hmmmmmmmmmmmm. Okay uhm, today was a boring day, Nee came over and blah, and yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tomorrow's gonna be quite a nice day. Bbq at Downtownnnnnnn YAYYYYYYY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me good housewife me can bbq nice marshmallows hehehehehe!!! 8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K tomorrow i shall bbq marshmallows and dip in nutella yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;(I sound like a kid, i know right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday start work, and i'm gonna work with Alisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI SA HUN WE BE COLLEAGUES! 8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, be off to finish the last few episodes of Devil Beside You, Mike He here i come! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-3607079556887629521?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/3607079556887629521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=3607079556887629521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/3607079556887629521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/3607079556887629521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2007/11/marshmallows.html' title='Marshmallows!'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-26056963024096068</id><published>2007-11-03T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T02:00:14.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Devil Beside You</title><content type='html'>HI HI HI OMG SHIT I'M ADDICTED TO DEVIL BESIDE YOU OMG OMG OMG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW I HAVE AN IDEA HOW HOT MIKE HE IS OMG I WANNA MARRY HIM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE'S SUPERRR ROMANTIC IN THE SHOW OMG SO TOUCHING WATCH UNTIL I WANNA CRY LA!! (SNIFFS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K OKAY UHM LAST DAY OF SCHOOL ARCHERY WAS FUNFUNFUN K I HAVE BLACK NAILS CURRENTLY K BYEBYE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNIGHT DARLINGS, YOURS TILL THE BUTTER FLIES!! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-26056963024096068?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/26056963024096068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=26056963024096068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/26056963024096068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/26056963024096068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2007/11/devil-beside-you.html' title='Devil Beside You'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-8226177710306964482</id><published>2007-10-30T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T23:33:21.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6th monthhhhh</title><content type='html'>OMG STUPID WEIXUN I'M SLEEPING BEAUTY NOT FUGLY LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K THESE FEW DAYS SUCK CAUSE OF SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPORT BOOKS TOMORROW, YEAR4 HCL O'LEVELS, JIAYOUUUUU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6TH MONTH. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K BYE, OFF, CRY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-8226177710306964482?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/8226177710306964482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=8226177710306964482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/8226177710306964482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/8226177710306964482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2007/10/6th-monthhhhh.html' title='6th monthhhhh'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-4130683597325370927</id><published>2007-10-27T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T00:02:49.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3F chalet =D</title><content type='html'>OMG HI HI HI I SO DID NOT SAY HI!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K YES ME BACK FROM CHALET IT WAS REALLY FUN HEH MISS CHUA, MISS NGAU AND MR TEO CAME!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE TWO FEMALE TEACHERS CAME FOR THE BBQ AND THEY BROUGHT US SWENSEN'S ICE CREAM HEH HEH HEH!!! AND MR TEO CAME LIKE AFTER QUITE A LOT OF PEOPLE LEFT AND BROUGHT US BEN&amp;JERRY'S!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOOOOO YESTERDAY WAS SO FUN AND GUESS WHAT YELING CAN BBQ NICE MARSHMALLOWS!!! 8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY LOR GO ASK MAYPING LA SHE GOT EAT HEH HEH MINE IS JUST RIGHT OUTSIDE CRISPY AND THEN WHEN YOU BITE IT MELTS INSIDES YOUR MOUTH WOOOOOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME GOOD FUTURE HOUSEWIFE HEH HEH!!! 8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K ANYWAY YEAH WE WATCHED MEAN GIRLS IN THE AFTERNOON, THEN IT WAS BBQ AND THEN THE FEW OF US PLAYED NIGHT VOLLEYBALL NEARBY HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AFTER WE WENT TO THE ARCADE FOR A REALLY SHORT WHILE WE GOT BACK AND ATE KENI'S CHEESECAKE AND THE SWENSEN'S ICE CREAM HEH HEH HEH SUPER SINFUL DAY LAST NIGHT WHEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO AT NIGHT UHM THE FEW OF US WERE PLAYING CARDS THEN WE DECIDED TO WATCH FINAL DESTINATION......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAS A NICE SHOW LA HAHAHA YEAH THEN UHM I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED BECAUSE I THINK EVERYONE FELL ASLEEP AT THE ENCORE OF MEAN GIRLS LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YA SO UHM, YEAH LOR, THEN MORNING HAD BREAKFAST AT BURGER KING, AND IT WAS RAINING SO NO MORE ESCAPE AND THEN IT WAS HOME. SIGH SO BORING LA! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY YEP OKAY I'M LIKE REALLY TIRED NOW I THINK AND ME MOM SAYS BUGIS TOMORROW CAUSE WE GOTTA GO PRAY. HMM THEN I'MA PESTER HER TO GO LIBRARY WITH ME, NEED TO RETURN AND BORROW BOOKS RAWR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, NEXT WEEK IS THREE DAYS OF SCHOOL AND TWO DAYS OF FUN, OH, MY GOD, THAT, IS SO FETCH! (OH SHIAT THIS SOUNDS BITCHY, STOP IT YELING.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE NEXT THING I'D BE SAYING IS SOMETHING LIKE, HI I THINK YOU'RE TOO GAY TO FUNCTION, HA, HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY SORRY, TOO MUCH CHICK FLICKS AIN'T GOOD FOR ME HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BETTER BE OFF TO OINK, SHIAT I SO MISS RETAIL THERAPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLIDAYS COME QUICKLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEEBEE DARLINGS, LOVE YA! (BLOWS FLYING KISSES)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;OH SHIAT, I TOTALLY SOUND LIKE A SLUT.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-4130683597325370927?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/4130683597325370927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=4130683597325370927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/4130683597325370927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/4130683597325370927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2007/10/omg-hi-hi-hi-i-so-did-not-say-hi-k-yes.html' title='3F chalet =D'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-5711736397867987418</id><published>2007-10-26T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T11:56:06.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOMMA! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SORRY THAT I'M NOT ABLE TO CELEBRATE YOUR BIRTHDAY WITH YOU THIS YEAR BECAUSE OF THE CHALET, BUT STILL, ME LOVE YOU OKAY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K YEAH, GOTTA GO BUY THE STUFF, CHALET LATER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;SOMETIMES, IT'S PRETTY OBVIOUS WHERE YOU STAND IN A PERSON'S LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;ISN'T IT SO?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GUESS SOME THINGS ARE REALLY MEANT TO BE TREASURED, BECAUSE THEY MIGHT JUST DISAPPEAR ALL OF A SUDDEN BEFORE YOU EVEN NOTICE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST THINK ABOUT IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACTUALLY, I'M PRETTY TIRED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K BEE, OFF TO CHALET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;WHILE SOME THINGS JUST MAKE YOU HAPPY, JUST LIKE VOLLEYBALL MAKES ME GO WILD. :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-5711736397867987418?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/5711736397867987418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=5711736397867987418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/5711736397867987418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/5711736397867987418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-birthday-momma-d-sorry-that-im.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-8393992811385363273</id><published>2007-10-25T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T21:01:27.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick;Chalet!!!</title><content type='html'>HELLO HI ME SICK SIGH STILL A BIT GONG BUT NEVERMIND TOMORROW IS FUN CAUSE IS THE ONE AND ONLY 3F CLASS CHALET WOOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GONNA HAVE SO MUCH FUN WITH THE EVER SO HYPERACTIVE AND LIVELY AND FUN CLASS HEH HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STAYING OVER?&lt;br /&gt;OBVIOUSLY DUH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K WOOOOO ME MOM WANTS TO USE THE COMP TO GO ONLINE SEE SOMETHING OMG HAHAHA MIRACLE!!! O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SORRY FOR THE LACK OF LYRICS WILL BE BACK SOMEDAY TO POST THEM UP BUT APPARENTLY I BETTER GO OFF TO REST CAUSE SOMEONE WAS PRETTY ANGRY WITH ME FOR NOT BEING A GOOD GIRL AND LISTEN TO HIM. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH BY THE WAY YESTERDAY'S LIVE THE DREAM WAS GREAT BECAUSE OF KYLE PATRICK!!! HAWWWWWT SHITSXZSXZ WOOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, STUPID YEAR ONES AND TWOS HOLIDAY ALREADY WHILE THE REST OF US ARE STILL STUCK WITH SCHOOL SCHOOL AND STILL SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K HI BEE EFF ME MISS YOU SIGH. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND WEIXUN VERY STUPID I TYPE A LOT OF :D SMILEYS WHEN TALKING TO HIM THEN HE SAY I XIAO LI CHANG DAO!!! DIRECT TRANSLATION: KNIFE HIDDEN INSIDE MY SMILE. (?!?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K LA FINE SORRY MY TRANSLATION SUCKS LOL NEVERMIND HAHAHA ANYWAY HE VERY DUMB LA I SAID SEND HIM SONGS BUT I SAID "I SEND YOU" THEN HE WAS LIKE HOW I SEND HIM HE'S VERY HEAVY NEED BIG POSTAGE STAMP AND VERY EXPENSIVE BLAHBLAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID WEIXUN. &gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K SHALL GO OFF AND BE A GOOD GIRL AND GONG THE REST OF THE NIGHT AND BECOME A CUTE POTATO. 8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY LA BEE HUNS WOOOOO CAN'T WAIT FOR TOMORROW!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;OH AND BY THE WAY THREE MONTHS TO MY BIRTHDAY WOOOOO NC16 HERE I COME!!! ;D&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-8393992811385363273?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/8393992811385363273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=8393992811385363273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/8393992811385363273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/8393992811385363273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2007/10/sickchalet.html' title='Sick;Chalet!!!'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-701373850471782683</id><published>2007-10-22T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T22:42:32.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chalet;D</title><content type='html'>HI ME VERY PISSED OFF. :@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BS IS BLOODY SHITTY KEEP DISABLING SKINS I'M VERY SICK OF IT OKAY!!! AND VERY ANGRY!!! NEVER INCUR THE WRATH OF AN ANGRY YELING OR SHE WILL EAT YOU UP RAWR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K NEVERMIND THINKING OF SOMETHING ELSE THAT MAKES MY DAY. &gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(DRUMROLLS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLASS CHALET ON FRIDAY WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOPE THEY CAN BOOK IN TIME, WILL GIVE ANYTHING UP TO GO FOR IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;(EVEN ME MOM'S BIRTHDAY HEH HEH HEH!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINK ME GROWING FAT THESE FEW DAYS BEEN EATING LIKE CRAYZEH SIGH GROWING FAT YOU RECKON??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K THINK ME OFF TO OINK REALLY VVV TIRED SIGH MENTALLY AND PHYSICALLY??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL LIKE DEFENESTRATING SOMEONE NOW SIGH SORRY NO MOODIEEE FOR LYRICS MAYBE NEXT TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WUNNERFUL DAY OF TITRATION AND BINOMIALS, SHOULD JUST SQUEEZE ALL MY ORANGE JUICE FOR THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEE LUFFLIES, TAKING A BREAK NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND GO OINK PEOPLE, STOP STARING AT THIS ENTRY AT THIS TIME!!! (POINTS TO THE TIME OF THE POST)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK I'VE SOME HEALTH PROBLEMS TOO GONNA DIE SOON LA SIGH HI WHO WANTS TO BE INCLUDED IN MY WILL IT'S INCLUSIVE OF MY BLACK NIKE SHOULDER BAG AND ALL MY ACCOUNTS ONLINE INCLUSIVE OF BS AND BLOGGER AND MSN AND STUFF AND YOU PEOPLE CAN GO SCARE THE OTHERS LIKE BOO I'M YELING'S GHOST BACK TO HAUNT YOU MUAHAHAHA OR THINGS LIKE THAT I WOULDN'T MIND AFTER I'M DEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY SERIOUSLY, BYE HONEYS, OINK TIME.&lt;br /&gt;(HUGS POOH AND KISSES IT GOODNIGHT.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-701373850471782683?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/701373850471782683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=701373850471782683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/701373850471782683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/701373850471782683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2007/10/chaletd.html' title='Chalet;D'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-9078332365059553414</id><published>2007-10-20T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T22:30:20.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thnks Fr Th Mmrs</title><content type='html'>HI HI HI HI HI THERE HONEYBEES! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, YESTERDAY WAS NEE'S BIRTHDAY AND SHE GOT A PLEASANT SURPRISE FROM ME AND PEI. HEH HEH, SUPER MEMORABLE FOR HER SINCE SHE ATE LIKE THREE CAKES YESTERDAY. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K THEN THIS MORNING GOT SOME STUPID QUIZ FOR MY CCA AT SCIENCE CENTRE HAHAHA SO MET XIULI IN THE MORNING AND WENT THERE LOL WASTED MY 30MINUTES DOING SOME STUPID PRELIMINARY ROUND QUIZ I TELL YOU I'M SURE WE WON'T BE GOING BACK HEHEHE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K SO BEFORE WE HAD LUNCH AT MAC WE EXPLORED AROUND SCIENCE CENTRE CAUSE IT'S BEEN QUITE LONG SINCE I WENT THERE HEHEHE. SO COOL LOR THE STUFF HAHAHA WE GOT SHOCKED BY ONE OF THE STUFF AND GOT ONCE WE GOT ZAPPED BY THIS ELECTRICITY THING HAHAHA. SUPER FUNNEH BOTH OF US WERE SUPER SHOCKED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K LA THEN I CAME HOME AND CHIONGED AUDI AND NOW I GOT ANOTHER MEI!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE VERY CUTE COULDN'T RESIST HAHAHA. SO CUTE SHE'S ONLY P6 LEH!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K YA MAYBE LATER GOING AUDI AGAIN HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND OMG, THNKS FR TH MMRS IS A SUPERRR NICE SONG! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make you bend and break&lt;br /&gt;(It sent you to me without wings)&lt;br /&gt;Say a prayer but let the good times roll&lt;br /&gt;In case God doesn't show&lt;br /&gt;(Let the good times roll, let the good times roll)&lt;br /&gt;And I want these words to make things right&lt;br /&gt;But it's the wrongs that make the words come to life&lt;br /&gt;"Who does he think he is?"&lt;br /&gt;If that's the worst you got&lt;br /&gt;Better put your fingers back to the keys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night and one more time&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the memories&lt;br /&gt;even though they weren't so great&lt;br /&gt;"He tastes like you only sweeter"&lt;br /&gt;One night, yeah, and one more time&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories&lt;br /&gt;"He, he tastes like you only sweeter"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been looking forward to the future&lt;br /&gt;But my eyesight is going bad&lt;br /&gt;And this crystal ball&lt;br /&gt;It's always cloudy except for (except for)&lt;br /&gt;When you look into the past (look into the past)&lt;br /&gt;One night stand (one night stand off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night and one more time&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the memories&lt;br /&gt;even though they weren't so great&lt;br /&gt;"He tastes like you only sweeter"&lt;br /&gt;One night, yeah, and one more time&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories&lt;br /&gt;"He, he tastes like you only sweeter"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say I only think in the form of crunching numbers&lt;br /&gt;In hotel rooms collecting page six lovers&lt;br /&gt;Get me out of my mind and get you out of those clothes&lt;br /&gt;I'm a liner away from getting you into the mood, whoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night and one more time&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the memories&lt;br /&gt;even though they weren't so great&lt;br /&gt;"He tastes like you only sweeter"&lt;br /&gt;One night, yeah, and one more time&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories&lt;br /&gt;"He, he tastes like you only sweeter"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night and one more time (One more night, one more time)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the memories&lt;br /&gt;even though they weren't so great&lt;br /&gt;"He tastes like you only sweeter"&lt;br /&gt;One night, yeah, and one more time (One more night, one more time)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories&lt;br /&gt;"He, he tastes like you only sweeter"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall Out Boy - &lt;b&gt;Thnks Fr Th Mmrs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-9078332365059553414?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/9078332365059553414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=9078332365059553414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/9078332365059553414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/9078332365059553414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2007/10/thnks-fr-th-mmrs.html' title='Thnks Fr Th Mmrs'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-495322251302010797</id><published>2007-10-17T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T22:05:57.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screeeeeam!</title><content type='html'>HEY THERE DELILAH. (?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, IN A NOT-SO-GOOD MOOD NOW, JUST GOT BACK MY RESULTS YO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPER TRAUMATIZING DAY TODAY. SUPER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE HEY, GOT BACK ALL THE EIGHT PIECES OF PAPER AND I REALLY FEEL LIKE BURNING A FEW OF THEM AWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;EOY PAPERS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lang Arts: 65.5/110 (59.5%)&lt;br /&gt;Chinese: 112.5/200 (56.3%) &lt;i&gt;-The most disgusting Chinese EOY i've ever taken.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry: 75/100 (75%)   &lt;i&gt;-The only paper i'm proud of, yo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics: 66/100 (66%)&lt;br /&gt;E Math: 54/80 (67.5%)&lt;br /&gt;A Math: 36/70 (51.4%)&lt;br /&gt;Biology: 61/100 (61%)&lt;br /&gt;History: 34/50 (68%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE HI, WTH???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K NEVERMIND IT'S OVER, TIME TO WORK HARDER YELING, LIKE WHAT MISS NGAU TOLD THE CLASS TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;(BUT FIRST ME GONNA CHIONG ROMANCE NOVELS AND AUDITION AND GO WORK AND RETAIL THERAPY DURING THE HOLIDAYS ROFLMAO.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY LA NOT BAD ACTUALLY, THOUGHT I'D HAVE FAILED MY BIO AND HISTORY. AND I ACTUALLY GOT 20/25 FOR SOURCE-BASED QUESTIONS...........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU MIGHT WONDER WHAT'S THE BIG DEAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BIG DEAL IS, I'VE NEVER GOTTEN SO HIGH FOR HISTORY BEFORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'VE ALWAYS SUCKED AT HISTORY, TILL NOW I STILL SUCK AT IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I FELT LIKE CRYING FOR MY AMATH PAPER HOR!!! LUCKY I DID THE BONUS QUESTION AND IT HELPED ME. THANK GOD BUDDHA ALLAH. IF NOT I WOULD HAVE MOST PROBABLY FAILED THE PAPER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO MOOD FOR LYRICS TODAY LA, NEXT TIME, PROMISE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-495322251302010797?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/495322251302010797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=495322251302010797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/495322251302010797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/495322251302010797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2007/10/screeeeeam.html' title='Screeeeeam!'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-2422028698526718847</id><published>2007-10-16T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T20:06:00.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivo;Empty</title><content type='html'>HELLOOOOOOOOOOO OMG HI!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME BACK, WAS OUT AT VIVO WITH KOR! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA HE OWED ME A CAKE SO WE WENT COFFEE BEAN AND HE BOUGHT ME TIRAMISU. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K 'FTER THAT WE WENT MARINA SQUARE AND HAD DINNER AT KFC.....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANG, MET A LOT OF DHS PEOPLE. HOPE THEY DON'T GET THE WRONG IDEA. :/&lt;br /&gt;DIDN'T KNOW SO MANY DHS PEOPLE GO MARINA........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K NEVERMIND HUH WELL ME BACK HOME HEH HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL TOMORROW! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K NEVERMIND TOMORROW BRING LIGHTER BURN THE PAPERS MUAHAHAHAHA &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;(INSERTS EVIL LAUGHTER)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K HUNS, LYRICS YO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHHHH SO LOVE THE WAY I ARE OMG!!! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Oh, baby, it's alright now, you ain't gotta flaunt for me,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS PART OF THE VERSE HEH HEH HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to take a picture&lt;br /&gt;Of love&lt;br /&gt;Didn't think I'd miss her&lt;br /&gt;That much&lt;br /&gt;I want to fill this new frame&lt;br /&gt;But its empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to write a letter&lt;br /&gt;In ink&lt;br /&gt;Its been getting better&lt;br /&gt;I think&lt;br /&gt;I got a piece of paper&lt;br /&gt;But its empty&lt;br /&gt;Its empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're trying&lt;br /&gt;Trying too hard&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're torn apart&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the timing&lt;br /&gt;Is beating our hearts&lt;br /&gt;We're empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've even wondered&lt;br /&gt;If we&lt;br /&gt;Should be getting under&lt;br /&gt;These sheets&lt;br /&gt;We could lie in this bed&lt;br /&gt;But its empty&lt;br /&gt;Its empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're trying&lt;br /&gt;Trying too hard&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're torn apart&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the timing&lt;br /&gt;Is beating our hearts&lt;br /&gt;We're empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Oooooh&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're trying&lt;br /&gt;Trying too hard&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're torn apart&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the timing&lt;br /&gt;Is beating our hearts&lt;br /&gt;We're empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're empty&lt;br /&gt;We're empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Click Five - &lt;b&gt;Empty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-2422028698526718847?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/2422028698526718847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=2422028698526718847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/2422028698526718847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/2422028698526718847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2007/10/hellooooooooooo-omg-hi-me-back-was-out.html' title='Vivo;Empty'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5390432355971111530.post-593517357262524437</id><published>2007-10-16T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T11:44:07.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way I Are</title><content type='html'>YOYOYO ME BACK AND ME EATING BRUNCH HEH HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, IT'S REALLY BORING CAUSE I'VE GOT NOTHING TO DO AND NO ONE'S AT HOME TO TALK TO ME SIGHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO MONEY = NO GOING OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE'S HAVING SCHOOL ANYWAY AHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND EVERYONE'S SOOOOO BUSY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K NEVERMIND I LOVE THE WAY I ARE!!! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Oh, baby, it's alright now, you ain't gotta flaunt for me,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPER NICE SONG HEH HEH HEH TEEWHY NEE DARLING!!! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1: Timbaland]&lt;br /&gt;I ain't got no money&lt;br /&gt;I ain't got no car to take you on a date&lt;br /&gt;I can't even buy you flowers&lt;br /&gt;But together we'll be the perfect soul mates&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge:  Keri Hilson]&lt;br /&gt;Oh, baby, it's alright now, you ain't gotta flaunt for me&lt;br /&gt;If we go dutch, you can still touch my love, it's free&lt;br /&gt;We can work without the perks just you and me&lt;br /&gt;Thug it out 'til we get it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus: Keri Hilson &amp; Timbaland]&lt;br /&gt;Baby if you strip, you can get a tip&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I like you just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;(I'm about to strip and I'm well equipped&lt;br /&gt;Can you handle me the way I are?)&lt;br /&gt;I don't need the G's or the car keys&lt;br /&gt;Boy I like you just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;Let me see you strip, you can get a tip&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I like, I like, I like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2: Timbaland]&lt;br /&gt;I ain't got no Visa&lt;br /&gt;I ain't got no Red American Express&lt;br /&gt;We can't go nowhere exotic&lt;br /&gt;It don't matter 'cause I'm the one that loves you best&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge:  Keri Hilson]&lt;br /&gt;Oh, baby, it's alright now, you ain't gotta flaunt for me&lt;br /&gt;If we go dutch, you can still touch my love, it's free&lt;br /&gt;We can work without the perks just you and me&lt;br /&gt;Thug it out 'til we get it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus: Keri Hilson &amp; Timbaland]&lt;br /&gt;Baby if you strip, you can get a tip&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I like you just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;(I'm about to strip and I'm well equipped&lt;br /&gt;Can you handle me the way I are?)&lt;br /&gt;I don't need the G's or the car keys&lt;br /&gt;Boy I like you just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;Let me see you strip, you can get a tip&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I like you just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 3: D.O.E.]&lt;br /&gt;Baby girl, I don't got a huge ol' house I rent a room in a house&lt;br /&gt;Listen baby girl, I ain't got a motorboat but I can float your boat&lt;br /&gt;So listen baby girl, once you get a dose of D.O.E. you're gonna want some more&lt;br /&gt;So listen baby girl, when I make it I want you back, want you back, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timbaland Ft. Keri Hilson and D.O.E. - &lt;b&gt;The Way I Are&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5390432355971111530-593517357262524437?l=teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/593517357262524437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5390432355971111530&amp;postID=593517357262524437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/593517357262524437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5390432355971111530/posts/default/593517357262524437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenageloveaffair.blogspot.com/2007/10/way-i-are.html' title='The Way I Are'/><author><name>Y.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FL8iDT1B4FY/SUH4G8_hKtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIjRMzLm9eI/S220/157.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
