<?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-32757191</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:41:13.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she is who?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>181</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116496607052380731</id><published>2006-12-01T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T17:41:10.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;moved;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;nostringsattached-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its first dec everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm outta here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116496607052380731?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116496607052380731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116496607052380731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116496607052380731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116496607052380731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/12/moved-nostringsattached-its-first-dec.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116489734230054873</id><published>2006-11-30T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T22:46:09.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one reason why i love joy is cos she's silly. her actions are so silly that you can't help but smile at her.(:&lt;br /&gt;she sat on the floor and look up at the ceiling watching the dragonfly buzz around the light. heh heh. so cute. i love my jingjoy silly bunny! :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take a look at &lt;a href="http://iiloveuu-.blogspot.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;imagine 8year olds having blogs, wanting to dye their hair, happily taking neoprints and having a friendster account.&lt;br /&gt;*faints* i can't imagine my children(those P2s from GNK, heh heh) like that laaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;my oh my, what's this world becoming to? seems like kids are now growing up real fast.&lt;br /&gt;will my younger brother have a blog next year? hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a thing for old songs!!! heh heh(:&lt;br /&gt;i love old old songs as in not up to date, not new ones. somehow it brings back memories... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha! i just saw spams on someone's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; its damn funny. i mean singing christmas carols on someone's tagboard?&lt;br /&gt;i wanna try! hehehehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;i'm weird la. always laughing out aloud SUDDENLY to myself.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dashing through the snow, in the one horse open sleigh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, i forgot how to continue... :Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this the season to be jolly, falalalala lalalala~!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the easier of all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;jingle bells jingle bells jingle all the wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D well, goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;meeting girlfriend tmr and we're going shopping for bbq food. okay, so its more like marketing.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so auntie-ish. *coughcough*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116489734230054873?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116489734230054873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116489734230054873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116489734230054873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116489734230054873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/11/one-reason-why-i-love-joy-is-cos-shes.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116488317346248798</id><published>2006-11-30T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T18:45:31.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;listening to: lifehouse- hanging by a moment, blind, take me away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"some people put up walls not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to break them down." :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the opening of the new IKEA in the morning. it was madness!&lt;br /&gt;long queues at the cafe. so there goes my poached salmon and swedish meatballs. aaaahhh! :(&lt;br /&gt;they were giving out cute heartshaped toys with hands! kinda reminds me of youth camp's theme. clean hands, pure hearts!&lt;br /&gt;i love IKEA's hotdogs. its yummy-licious! :D&lt;br /&gt;after getting the stuff we needed and waiting in line to pay we headed down to changi village for my all time fave, *drumroll please* chicken chop hor fun!!&lt;br /&gt;its superb! *two thumbs up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia's off to Taiwan today! goodbye lady... i'll miss you alot. sigh. and i won't be able to see you by the time you come back and leave for Greece again.&lt;br /&gt;i'll still be in Bangkok, shopping! heh heh. yay, she's gonna bring something back from Taiwan &amp; Greece for me &amp;amp; Shin.&lt;br /&gt;so that Doraaaaaa Shin called me just now. after 3 unanswered calls to my phone. sorry! heh. ask your mom to get me a job too. i wanna do paperwork! haha.&lt;br /&gt;ehh... you're always so 'encouraging' eh. stop thinking on the negative side for once! you're affecting meeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;i love Sophia, she's always so supportive. unlike Eudora Shin......hmpf!&lt;br /&gt;was talking to Sophia ytd and looked back when Dora &amp; i first talked to each other before she left for China!&lt;br /&gt;we wanted to sms for a week only but somehow it dragged till 3months! yes, we sms almost everyday for 3months. heh. Sophia, don't get jealous. we can do the same too if you want(:&lt;br /&gt;and i realised it was jellybeans which brought me &amp;amp; Sophie closer. it was in oct and i brought a box of jellybeans to church cos it was jellybeans day! haha. ok, i made that up. me &amp; my nonsense. there's even a sushi day, tempura day, salmon day, hahaha ok ok.&lt;br /&gt;she liked it so i bought it for her and somehow our friendship started... i wasn't that close to her when i stayed over at her house the night before camp. but lunch the next day managed to break the ice! :)&lt;br /&gt;longlive jellybeans! :D&lt;br /&gt;i love the both of you so much and our friendship will go a long long way! it will, God will make it happen. &amp;amp; i really thank God for knowing both of you. :)&lt;br /&gt;oh well, so i guess i won't be seeing some people in church for about 3weeks. sigh, misses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;move over, Santa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched him walk away though not wanting him to go then whisper 'i love you more than you ever know'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its been a day. i wonder how are you. 21 more days to go. i'm waiting, i will be strong!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116488317346248798?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116488317346248798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116488317346248798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116488317346248798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116488317346248798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/11/listening-to-lifehouse-hanging-by.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116478850603346563</id><published>2006-11-29T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T16:32:00.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;like do you know she has six smiles?&lt;br /&gt;one when something really makes her laugh, one when she's making plans, one when she is laughing out of politeness, one when she is uncomfortable, one when she is making fun of herself and one when she's talking about her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm falling even more in love with you&lt;br /&gt;Letting go of all I've held on to&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing here until you make me move&lt;br /&gt;I'm hanging by a moment here with you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116478850603346563?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116478850603346563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116478850603346563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116478850603346563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116478850603346563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/11/like-do-you-know-she-has-six-smiles.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116477625002006295</id><published>2006-11-29T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T13:06:20.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;one of the worst feelings in the world is having to doubt something you thought was unquestionable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is it all a dream? i'm feeling insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"your choice is black or white not a shade of gray because in love there is&lt;br /&gt;no such thing as halfway."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i was expecting something from you. it was silly of me, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dreamt that you left something for me personally on your blog! so, is it the first sign God is showing me? cos i asked......oh,nevermind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Brother cooked yummy pasta ytd and Mabel came over from school! we watched part of gremlins on HBO. &amp; they were getting married!!! like HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;supposed to meet Corn &amp;amp; Angie at 1.15 at P station but we took long to prepare and ended up reaching at 1.50! really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;train to Bugis and met the rest there after. &amp; you know what Shawn said the first thing he saw me? he called me muscle woman laaaa :(&lt;br /&gt;They headed to PastaMania but Corn, Angie, Mabel &amp;amp; i went Macs instead. Mabel thinks PastaMania is disgusting and i didn't wanna eat pasta again(had it for lunch alr).&lt;br /&gt;Mabel &amp; i had choco sundae :) is loveeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;Elmo came and find us cos of something something. he sat at the next table and when the guy at the table looked at him, Elmo flashed a wide smile like this :D LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then we went to the arcade and soon, the rest came down. Elmo is super pro in almost every game he plays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got so pissed cos they were indecisive. wanna go, don't wanna go, wanna go, don't wanna go. can't they make up their mind? i know they're having doubts bout T.B Joshua after reading some long boring stuff but why listen to what people say rather than finding out for yourself?&lt;br /&gt;so we sort of went separate ways. Serene, Mabel, Natalie, Elmo, John, Jimmy, Shawn, Jeremy, Julian, Matthias, Justin, Nic and somemore went to Dhoby for i don't know what. to lan and play board games at mindscafe? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you were there! aaaaaaah :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corn, Angie &amp; i met up with Mummy and we went to Tecman to buy christmas cards. &amp;amp; its also there where Gf &amp; i got our 'credit cards' ;)&lt;br /&gt;Corn &amp; Gf were afraid to go out with Mummy cos she's always paying for everything! yeah, whatever they are planning to buy.&lt;br /&gt;heard they needed staff in Tecman so we went to the other outlet and asked. Gf &amp;amp; i were happily filling up the application form. i was really happy cos it like, i'm gonna work in a christian bookstore! messaged Elmo &amp; Sophia to tell them.&lt;br /&gt;but you know what!!!? they only told us they need people who are 16 and above. urgh, there goes! bought our din dins and took a bus to Indoor for national healing campaign. met Elmo, Bro, Ethel, Max &amp;amp; Cousin, Mabel, Serene, Nic &amp; Moses there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.B Joshua was really great and he's real okay! it was kinda scary to see all those people behaving weirdly. casting out demons and sorts. Gf was really afraid. and i tell you ah, those people sitting on wheelchairs could walk again! yes yes! i'm not bluffing. &amp;amp; its all cos of the faith they have in Jesus. saw many miracles happened ytd. it was really great. he knows everything bout you and its amazing.......!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joel Mo&lt;/strong&gt; thanks for being so sweet ytd. haha. Mama thinks you're sweet. quick, blush! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;i think its because you called me after we went separate ways and you keep apologising la! when its not even your fault -.-&lt;br /&gt;you later decided to go and started asking people to come along too&lt;br /&gt;&amp; when you reserved seats for us and came out to look for us to bring us in. yeah. &amp;amp; thanks for being so encouraging when i didn't get the job like, "don't be sad k? next year we join together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sophia&lt;/strong&gt; too! she's like "there's always another chance".&lt;br /&gt;i miss &lt;strong&gt;Eudora Shin&lt;/strong&gt;...! :( i haven been talking to you for almost two days now. faster break camp laaaaa. i wonder how am i gonna cope when you go to Israel for mission, must come back and celebrate your birthday with us okay! and Sophia is going to Taiwan and then to Greece until 20th! i'll miss the two of you. i'll feel so lonely in church and almost everyday la. sighsigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, amazing pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="317" alt="1" src="http://static.flickr.com/107/309168469_ac90834669.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="404" alt="2" src="http://static.flickr.com/99/309168471_c324a28c34.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="4" src="http://static.flickr.com/105/309168477_73890a2c17.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="299" alt="8" src="http://static.flickr.com/107/309176491_f854788dcb.jpg" width="451" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="283" alt="6" src="http://static.flickr.com/108/309168480_8f9c2e5000.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="428" alt="5" src="http://static.flickr.com/109/309168478_27a5fcbf91.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="354" alt="7" src="http://static.flickr.com/118/309176487_672f36809d.jpg" width="354" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="187" alt="3" src="http://static.flickr.com/119/309168474_5edd8d01df_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and Daddy realised my fringe is red over lunch on sunday. haha. after so long!&lt;br /&gt;&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/32757191-116477625002006295?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116477625002006295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116477625002006295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116477625002006295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116477625002006295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/11/one-of-worst-feelings-in-world-is.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116468783968217863</id><published>2006-11-28T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T12:25:56.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;40 kinds of sadness when you're gone :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two days chasing me around&lt;br /&gt;i go crazy when you're outside of my world&lt;br /&gt;when you're outside of my world&lt;br /&gt;no sounds singing me to sleep&lt;br /&gt;i don't want the room to breathe&lt;br /&gt;just be with me&lt;br /&gt;just be with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel 40 kinds of sadness when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;i feel the same thing always happens when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;and i know you're just around the corner&lt;br /&gt;but just around the corner is not enough&lt;br /&gt;it's not enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are waiting at the door&lt;br /&gt;just like every time before&lt;br /&gt;time flies so slow&lt;br /&gt;time flies so slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel 40 kinds of sadness when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;i feel the same thing always happens when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;and i know you're just around the corner&lt;br /&gt;but just around the corner is not enough&lt;br /&gt;it's not enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not enough&lt;br /&gt;it's not enough, i don't know why&lt;br /&gt;it's not enough, i miss you all the time&lt;br /&gt;and i know you kinda like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel 40 kinds of sadness when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;i feel 40 kinds of sadness when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;i feel the same thing always happens when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;i know you're just around the corner&lt;br /&gt;but just around the corner is not enough&lt;br /&gt;it's not enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel just around the corner's not enough&lt;br /&gt;i feel just around the corner's not enough&lt;br /&gt;i know just around the corner's not enough&lt;br /&gt;i know just around the corner's not enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;brother&lt;/strong&gt; you look like you're gonna cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me &lt;/strong&gt;uh? me? haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;brother &lt;/strong&gt;yah. wo zu gei ni ai xin macaroni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brother is doing the cooking today! heh.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still thinking of the three signs. i want to make everyone of it possible so it will come true but thats like not fair... urgh, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GOODBYE COOKIETHREE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to you-know-who(: (i know you're reading this)&lt;br /&gt;you're not online now so i can't say this to you personally! i won't be online till tomorrow. aaaaah. sigh, hope you won't find it insincere or whatever okay. i finally found courage to type out what i wanted to say to you yesterday but you went offline. sigh. nevermind. i'll just forget that it never happened...&lt;br /&gt;have a safe and enjoyable trip. eh, i forget what i wanna say. hmm... ok, have fun! take care(:&lt;br /&gt;God bless and we'll miss you!&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; i'll miss you alot alot alot :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tata!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116462816774940687</id><published>2006-11-27T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T20:10:46.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel like a fool. i shouldn't even bother to talk to you today.&lt;br /&gt;its sad when people close to you are so discouraging. why don't they believe?&lt;br /&gt;i mean i can feel it... is it all just a joke? or was it all my imagination?&lt;br /&gt;"the higher you hope, the harder you fall"&lt;br /&gt;are all guys like that? like what you ask? like lead you on or do something sweet and you'll fall head over heels in love with them. such guys are jerks. i think &lt;s&gt;all&lt;/s&gt;most guys are jerks. urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally found courage to type out what i wanted to say before i went offline.&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly you went offline just like that! i guess you didn't know my heart sank.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if you saw what i said.. sigh. maybe its God telling me that he's not the one. i choose not to believe. like what Elmo says 'deny'.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.. but how long can this go on? i'm super vexed over it. argh. i'm only hurting myself.&lt;br /&gt;haha. i feel so dumb. i shouldn't even be feeling this way la. like in l-o-v-e. puppylove :Z&lt;br /&gt;i feel like the dumbest girl alive. go on, laugh at me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/z33498949.png" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/z6701810.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sophia&lt;/strong&gt;, thanks for being ever so encouraging. i love you love you love you(:&lt;br /&gt;though i only got to know you better recently but it seems like i've known you for a long long time! such great company. &amp; you're actually very soft on the inside. heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elmo&lt;/strong&gt;!!! where's your laopo? hah. are you blushing now? hmm, yeah. you're not a jerk cos you're not even a guy. ouch, don't feel hurt la. i was just joking! anyways, thanks for believing me though you don't know the whole thing. so sweeeeet. haha. you stealer! how dare you try to steal my icon. ahaha. good thing i disable the right click thingy. :P&lt;br /&gt;ask me &amp;amp; i'll send it to you online la! oh oh. cheater la you. view my source. i'm gonna find a way to disable my source one day! i found a way already. when people try to view your source, all that comes out are rubbish, not your real source! but the steps to it are confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eudora Shin&lt;/strong&gt; ahhhhh. what's so unbelievable. you don't believe i can do it huh huh huh! pffts. sometimes you're just so insensitive lo......... :( &amp; you're super rough. haha. *sits on Eudora*&lt;br /&gt;i want another sleepover. bring me back a camel ok. i want a white one. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pearlyn is so cuteeeeeeeee. when i told her i can bake for her christmas cookies guess what she said?&lt;br /&gt;popcorn pizza and candy stick! says:&lt;br /&gt;oh WOW!&lt;br /&gt;cool!&lt;br /&gt;hehwhooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. so cute. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, please show me &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;three&lt;/span&gt; signs. show me &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;three&lt;/span&gt; signs which will tell me &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;he is The One&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i'm really anxious to know who's MY ONE. aaaaaaaaaaaah. i wanna know! i wanna know!&lt;br /&gt;i shall go think of three signs now and write it in my journal. i can't write it here cos i know he reads my blog. furthermore, its btw me and God. and letting anyone know before God shows me the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;three&lt;/span&gt; signs will be considered &lt;em&gt;cheating&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brother is crazy. he came up with a first sign that &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt;'ll hug me before &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; leaves. like...........!!!&lt;br /&gt;i'm not even sure if i'm gonna send him off. it sounds impossible but bro says nothing is impossible with God. aiyah, i think that's just crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must stand by faith. faith. faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i hope God will show me the three signs.&lt;/span&gt; he will(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raison d’être -Don't mess. I'm fantabulously fantablous says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bb&lt;br /&gt;this is an auto message : bye bye! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;)': you did it all for me. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this is an auto message : don't bluff&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116462816774940687?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116462816774940687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116462816774940687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116462816774940687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116462816774940687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-feel-like-fool.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/th_z33498949.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116461896008127478</id><published>2006-11-27T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T17:42:26.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AHA! :Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i want to know you more&lt;/em&gt; but you sounded really bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you seem so cold and distant. sigh.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;maybe i shouldn't show too much of my emotions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i can't help it :(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'm not one who hides how i feel inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing much to say.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/z63786017.png" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/z63566501.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/z63241698.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/z60950277.png" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/z59370136.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/z57888032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/z50434584.png" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/z47815855.gif" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/z46966152.gif" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/z43823797.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/z37296498.gif" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/z33498949.png" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/z29201301.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/z27575746.gif" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/z14193368.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/z12813132.png" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/z12170782.png" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/z10172470.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/z10095342.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/z9072391.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/z8241370.gif" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/z8074961.png" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/z6992224.png" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/z6901310.png" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/z6692792.png" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/z4269993.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/z3372010.gif" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/z2607536.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***** &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jesus, I will live for You&lt;br /&gt;In everything I do&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding onto You&lt;br /&gt;Always&lt;br /&gt;Always &amp;amp; forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/2853d80b7acc75e564df4fa88dfd5797124.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;in everything you do, do it with&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;passion&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116461896008127478?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116461896008127478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116461896008127478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116461896008127478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116461896008127478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/11/aha-z-i-want-to-know-you-more-but-you.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/th_z63786017.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116460958299760309</id><published>2006-11-27T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T16:09:51.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sometimes we all just need to get away from the things we love the most in order to see how much we really love them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i fell down today and grazed my right knee. pffts :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;amp; you know what? i couldn't stop laughing at myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't try to hide! i saw it......! hehe(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;were you even talking bout me? maybe i'm thinking too much :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to start a conversation? AAAAAHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;my oh my. *blush*&lt;br /&gt;should i wait till tomorrow... eh cannot! i won't be at home then.&lt;br /&gt;Elmo, stop guessing who i like. i won't tell you unless you tell me yours. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nobody really ever knows how much anyone else is hurting. we could be standing next to somebody who is completely broken, and we wouldn't even know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Piggy&lt;/strong&gt;, i love you. i can't be there for you every minute but i care...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i saw the message you left for me in the book(you gave me for my birthday)! so sweet. sigh, i want the best for you too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;please stop hurting yourself... :'(&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116460958299760309?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116460958299760309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116460958299760309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116460958299760309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116460958299760309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/11/sometimes-we-all-just-need-to-get-away.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116454241523346448</id><published>2006-11-26T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T20:00:15.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sarang hamnida!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ANGIE; star in my heart ; unspoken; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ooh yea,  amanda lim li wen love ppalgangsaek&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;ppalgangsaek means red in korean! heh. right right right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sec 3 B&amp;C BBQ on 2nd dec 2006&lt;br /&gt;Pasir Ris Park, area2 pit27 &lt;br /&gt;area2 is near the maze! somewhere near the playground and toilet! haha. more details later&lt;br /&gt;come at 5pm okay and those who wanna help out, come early! cos i don't know how to start the fire :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116454241523346448?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116454241523346448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116454241523346448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116454241523346448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116454241523346448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/11/sarang-hamnida-angie-star-in-my-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116453733007442833</id><published>2006-11-26T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T19:39:19.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;truth is sometimes i miss you so bad, it hurts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly feel....uhm.&lt;br /&gt;"is &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; The One?" someone asked me this question today. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't really bother at first but later i started thinking.. i wanted something to last &lt;s&gt;forever&lt;/s&gt;. i don't wanna say goodbye. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;it seems like i'm always hurting those i love :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so... is he THE ONE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;everytime our eyes meet this feeling inside me is almost more than i can take.&lt;br /&gt;and it just blows me away. i've never been this close to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so in love with you, it just keeps getting better. i wanna spend the rest of my life with you by my side. forever and ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All I am, all I'll be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything in this world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All that I'll ever need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is in your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shining at me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you smile I can feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All my passion unfolding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do cherish you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the rest of my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You don't have to think twice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will love you still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From the depths of my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's beyond my control&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've waited so long to say this to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you're asking do I love you this much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well I do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Do(Cherish You) by 98Degrees seems like the perfect wedding song right!&lt;br /&gt;haha. i'm gonna get married in like 10-12 years later! and Eudora will be my bridesmaid. heh heh(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i've been waiting...where;ve you been???&lt;br /&gt;sigh. so it seems like i can't talk to you today. i wonder if i'll have enough courage to do so tomorrow. if not, when will the day arrive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tell me if i'm silly to even wait.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.14pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i am silly. go ahead, laugh at me.&lt;br /&gt;sigh :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i saw this on GF's blog. the song playing section!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tim - saranghamnida ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh..whats saranghamnida ah? SORRY? uhm.. HELLO? haha.&lt;br /&gt;i no understand korean......... :/&lt;br /&gt;haha. GF! you're so funny laaaaaaa. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;idiot. idiot. idiot. go awayyyyyyyyyyyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i hate you. arghhhhh. :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i hate myself even more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;do you feel happy everytime you bring me down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, why? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHY?!?!?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i know i shouldn't be feeling this way but arghhhh heck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;its so unfair. SOOOOOOOOO UNFAIR. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;stop acting nice in front of people laaaaaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:'( :'( :'( :'( :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY NOW?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116453733007442833?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116453733007442833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116453733007442833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116453733007442833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116453733007442833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/11/truth-is-sometimes-i-miss-you-so-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116453219466903759</id><published>2006-11-26T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T17:16:58.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;God, why do you love me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw cool people today. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Kel!!! i saw a cute guy who wore really dark/thick eyeliner. &amp; when i turned to look at him, he smiled shyly.&lt;br /&gt;i also saw this guy with total red hair except for his uhm...slope areas? BAH, whatever you call it. like &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;! hello? i want reddddddddd i love reeeeeeeeed. gimme redddd. red red red red anything red.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M HIGH! ON CLOUD9/ like right now i'm laughing to myself laaaaa. Mummy keep turning to look at me :/&lt;br /&gt;i was being so random today and i kept laughing to myself. haha. OK, Sophia likes to look at me. haha. *covers sophie's eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i linked all the jokes together! heh. like why Ryan don't wanna eat meat cos he's gonna turn vegetarian! the other day he wanted to kill Jewel but Jewel cried in front of him and from that day onwards, he swore off anything that got to do with meat. haha! haha! obviously, i made that up.&lt;br /&gt;you believe ah? hahahahahahaha. oh my, i can't stop laughing now. AHAHAHA. not funny? i think its funny. hmph. let me laugh at my own jokes all i want k.&lt;br /&gt;cos..................i think i'll be really sad when he leave laaaaaaaa :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;am i acting happy now? pffts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently listening to sappy love songs. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i was singing or rather shouting Trademark's I'm Amazed while using the comp.&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha. and brother told Mummy that i'm in love already! Mummy was like who? and you know what?!! Ryan said his name! ayeeeeeeeeee!!! *faints*&lt;br /&gt;and i kept smiling to myself. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;come online. i wanna talk to you. am afraid by the time i'll lose all my courage/confidence and such to talk to you! aaaaaaaaaaah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna talk to you today or maybe before you leave. its now or never right? at least i won't miss you so much laaaaaa. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;please don't disappoint me :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;absence makes the heart grow fonder? heh. i hope soooo. cookiethree! i think i'm gonna bake christmas cookies for you(:&lt;br /&gt;must fatten you up, you skinny&lt;s&gt;monkey&lt;/s&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;i'll be waiting. i'll be counting down. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the hardest thing to do is to look you in the eye and tell you i don't love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116453219466903759?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116453219466903759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116453219466903759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116453219466903759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116453219466903759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/11/god-why-do-you-love-me-i-saw-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116445166407625989</id><published>2006-11-25T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T18:55:38.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i thought of changing blog url&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; again&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;oh &amp; i just watched a video bout casting out demons.&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaah. its so scary :S&lt;br /&gt;im feeling really scared now :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think i still wanna go for that hmm...thing?&lt;br /&gt;at indoor stadium right right right?&lt;br /&gt;correct me if im wrong.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna invite people also! so they'll know that Jesus is reeeeeeaaaaaaaaallllll (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NATIONAL HEALING CAMPAIGN WITH PROPHET T.B JOSHUA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27th &amp;amp; 28th Nov 2006 (Mon&amp;Tues)&lt;br /&gt;7.00pm @ Singapore Indoor Stadium &lt;em&gt;FREE ADMISSION&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GF! you wanna go with me? hah. we'll go on the monday night!&lt;br /&gt;ELMOOOOO! ni you qu mah? heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;i was laughing so hard the other day that Sophia thought i was crying.&lt;br /&gt;haha! she looked at me with the shocked expression on her faceeee. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116445166407625989?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116445166407625989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116445166407625989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116445166407625989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116445166407625989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-thought-of-changing-blog-url-again.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116444484324710958</id><published>2006-11-25T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T17:27:03.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maybe. just maybe..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/thmaybe.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/ICONATOR_ff616cb1b70003b9a9b8194724.png" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you made my heart melt just by saying that. uhm, yes? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah yes, i've been searching for that word and i finally found it!&lt;br /&gt;'sincerity'. thats what people are lacking.&lt;br /&gt;people are not truthful/genuine anymore. why is everyone turning so hypocritical?&lt;br /&gt;its so sad.. aaaaaaah. i don't wanna be like that, i don't wanna be like that.&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T WANNA BE LIKE THAT!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grade 1 internal exam is in dec! i'm so afraid. i'm still quite lousy in my sight reading and i have yet to start aural! i think aural would be easy.&lt;br /&gt;but still, God help me!&lt;br /&gt;Miss Lim is doing her best to help me. i had 30mins more of the usual today. thank you!&lt;br /&gt;external(ABRSM) exam would be in feb'07. i &lt;s&gt;must &lt;/s&gt;will pass both external and internal. practice! practice! practice!&lt;br /&gt;GO GO JIAYOU! :D have faith, have faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;not going for cell meeting which means i'm not staying over :(&lt;br /&gt;Mummy wants me to stay home and rest cos i haven't been sleeping at home since monday night!&lt;br /&gt;Eudora is going to sleepover :z i wanna go. sigh. i hope i'd be able to catch a movie with them &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp; maybe with &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;tmr.&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt of &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; last night!(: &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;'re so sweet. i don't dare to tell &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; that in person :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: Charlie &amp;amp; The Chocolate Factory is on HBO at 8pm tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;i have so much to say but i don't know how and what....whatever.&lt;br /&gt;so i'll let the pics do the talking. uhm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/z62482873.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/z61750506-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/z61436023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/z61052427.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/z59871467.png" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/z17042290-1.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/thicon141.png" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/isitoutofreach.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/245.png" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/206.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/198.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/195.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/z48159530.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/z9921762.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/thththbookoflife.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/ththsong.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the best love is the kind that awakens the soul &amp; makes us reach for more.&lt;br /&gt;that plants a fire in our hearts &amp;amp; brings peace to our minds"&lt;br /&gt;-The Notebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i saw you glancing at me from across the room, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wish i knew what was on your mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.17pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; oh gosh. someone's feeling sad cos she thinks no one cares. i feel the same way too. OK, i shall go write her a letter to cheer her up. &amp;amp; no, not only Eudora have the same treatment. haha. and please don't say i'm acting nice. offend me and see what i'll do to you. tryyyy :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116444484324710958?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116444484324710958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116444484324710958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116444484324710958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116444484324710958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/11/maybe.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/th_thmaybe.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116435859276942964</id><published>2006-11-24T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T18:32:36.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BOO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aha! soooooooooo cute(:&lt;br /&gt;lovelove :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im starting to miss you alr ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so used to seeing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.52pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do you respond when someone expects you to buy something from them just cos you're 'closely' related?&lt;br /&gt;i am not convinced. pffts :P&lt;br /&gt;not convinced, not buying. &amp; oh, please don't expect something from me just cos you think you know me very well -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GF! why don't you appear online. stop acting mysterious la. haha. so bbq date is set on 2nd dec? do we have to book the time for the pit? who's gonna be there?&lt;br /&gt;who's gonna be in-charge of the foooooooood? aha, i asked alot of qns aaaaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;Kel have to go for some interview thingy for the model stuff in the morning and she asked me to accompany her.... you come along too ok! hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note! cut nails, lesson tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why do you appear so cold now :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid cramps killing meeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.06pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.19pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;waha, hi girlfriend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm singing to you now. nice right? LOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"i'll find another youuuuuuuuu!" :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me why am i hearing this. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116435859276942964?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116435859276942964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116435859276942964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116435859276942964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116435859276942964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/11/boo-aha-soooooooooo-cute-lovelove-d-im.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116435648303293140</id><published>2006-11-24T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T16:22:33.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love is like a tug of war it hurts so bad to hang on but for some odd reason you just can't let go.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are closing slowly as i type this...&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaahhh.. i didn't practice piano. i've got no time&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; three set pieces and scales tomorrow. wish me all the best people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im losing ALOT of blood :( aaaaaah. iron! iron!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before she met him, she thought she didn't need anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love that we can't have is the kind that lasts the longest, hurts the deepest, and feels the strongest.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she is barely hanging on but she knows she can't let go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and although you can't see it in her, she wants to break down and cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she's got eyes of innocence. the face of an angel. a personality of a dreamer. &amp;amp; a smile that hides more pain than you can imagine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;she loves you more than you can imagine, no matter how much she doesn't show it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but you boy, you need to show her how much you love her so she isn't afraid to show it back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116435648303293140?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116435648303293140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116435648303293140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116435648303293140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116435648303293140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/11/love-is-like-tug-of-war-it-hurts-so.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116434870684120012</id><published>2006-11-24T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T15:36:20.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her smile turned fake, her laugh covered up the tears, it was all too much to take.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;back from youth camp! :D i miss everything at home! i think i'm gonna miss camp &amp; &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;.(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;20th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleepover at Sophie's house was fun. watched So You Think You Can Dance for the very first time. i like that Ben guy, is it? but he got kicked out! AAAAAAAh. he's so comical, i like.(:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; later we watched America's Next Top Model and played dai ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia's dog is so smelly laaaaaaa but cute. Bob dog(actually his name is Bobby(sp?) but i thought calling him Bob dog would be cute:D) went up to the last floor with us and sat outside while we were inside talking. he wanted to come in! haha. and Sarah had to drag him down. Eudora is such a big S. she loves to off the lights whenever i'm in the toilet. she pleaded with me not to do the same to her and i was like OK &amp; i also helped her hold the door! she took really long and i couldn't wait then she accused me of peeping at her so i went to lock the door from outside and off the lights. HAHA :p&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't stop laughing and i was being really stupid :/ sleepover was funnnnnn. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;youth camp 21st-24th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some stupid stuff happened on the first day. we stopped talking to each other and behaved so distant. there wasn't any badmouthing just that it was awkward for us to start talking again. i felt really hurt. like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; really&lt;/span&gt;. i totally lost my appetite :(&lt;br /&gt;i wanted sooooooo much to cry out but i kept telling myself that i must stay strong. but i finally let it all out on the 2nd night of worship. somehow i got asked by Uncle Mark to stand behind &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; to catch &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; if &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; falls. i felt that 22nd sermon relate to me. that is to give all our hurts to God. to "love your enemies, bless those who curse you. do good to those who hurt you and pray for those who despise you".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Still&lt;/a&gt; by Hillsongs&lt;/a&gt; made me cry. i could seriously feel God's presence. its as though he is talking to me through the song.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;silly me, stop crying :'(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hide me now, under Your wings&lt;br /&gt;Cover me, within Your mighty hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the oceans rise and thunders roar&lt;br /&gt;I will soar with You, above the storm&lt;br /&gt;Father, You are King over the flood&lt;br /&gt;I will be still, know You are God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find rest my soul, in Christ alone&lt;br /&gt;Know His power, in quietness and trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Mary prayed for me and i couldn't stop crying. i felt everything was unfair. so unfair to me and that no one seems to bother bout how i feel so why am i always caring bout how others will feel?&lt;br /&gt;she said i'm sensitive to people's feelings but sometimes people just seem so insensitive to mine. God told me to let go off all the burdens i'm carrying for my friends. weird thing is, i don't even know i'm carrying my friends' burdens... God told me He loves me and that He cares even though at times i feel no one does.&lt;em&gt; all along, He was right beside me. &lt;/em&gt;one thing that made me smile was when Aunt Mary told me that God already have a lifelong partner for me. someone who really loves God deeply and serve Him. (: guess who? i don't even knowwwwwww. now i'm &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; curious :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; she&lt;/span&gt; came over to me and apologise for everything. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; told me God asked &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; to apologise to me.&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; she&lt;/span&gt; looked back on all those nice things i've done for &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; and felt sorry. we were actually crying cos of one another! we really missed teasing one another. thanks to all those who comforted me, hugged Sophia real tight and cried. sorry for wetting part of your shirt Sophieee &amp;amp; sorry for making &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; cry. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; said if i were to just talk to &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; during the Duolos trip, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;'ll be so happy that &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;'ll talk to me till i get fed up. hah but i guess we were both waiting for someone to make the first move. so.....in conclusion, don't wait! if you wanna talk to the person or something just do it laaaaa. like who knows, maybe that person is waiting? OK, crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;he's so sweeeeet.(: heh. I AM MYSELF IN FRONT OF HIM. first time OK! like i never felt like this before.... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its only my heart will beat really fast whenever he's nearrrrrr.&lt;/span&gt; and i'm super shy to talk to him la. i'll stutter :z &amp; then it will be so so so so so soooooooo embarrassing. goodness! so many people keep teasing me bout starstarstar and now i'm very afraid more &amp;amp; more people will know! :z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MY TEAM GOT FIRST PLACE. YAY! YAY! YAY! :D&lt;br /&gt;GOOOOOOOOOO STARPLAYERS! hehe :D i love S.P.F.C(&lt;strong&gt;StarPlayers For Christ&lt;/strong&gt;)!&lt;br /&gt;oh oh! someone said i got charisma -.- &amp; whenever he look at me he'll be reminded of a leader. he told A.Mary bout this and he said she agreed with that. and he will only tell me who's the leader bout 2-3years later cos by that time i.....aiyah, i forgot what he said. HAHA. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i got chided by M when i told my bunkmates that nobody was using the toilet so we could bathe. &amp;amp; she was like 'WALAU! YOU TELL THEM THEN ALOT OF PEOPLE WILL KNOW. HOW ABOUT US?'&lt;br /&gt;she made me felt so bad you know. i keep thinking if what i did was wrong. but later i thought i did the right thing. shoosh, go away if you wanna say i'm in the wrong. LALALA~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ahbling got asked by that lady to go for a photoshoot! really hope she won't get cheated. Ahbling, if they ask you to pay for portfolio and all, don't do it okkkkkkk. you'll end up spending more than you earn. like who knows if they're cheat? why call you only after 5months?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;slept at 4am yesterday oh...is it today? i'm so so tired. i think its the latest i've ever slept. played pinball on Constance's lappie while the rest were in my room playing cards. i almost fall asleep on the lappie! haha. played table soccer thingy with Eudoraaaa. went into the guys bunk. Asriel and Elmo built their own &lt;em&gt;love nest&lt;/em&gt;. John went to disturb them..ahahahhaah! he's so farnieeeee la. i knocked my head onto Titus' bed :( BOOHOOOOOOHOOO. Eudora &amp; rest were playing cards so i went to talk to Michelle, Sherry and Raina. &amp;amp; then 4am, i couldn't take it. K.O&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 7.30 and haven't go to sleep since. surprisingly, i'm not really tired... OK, maybe i was. fell asleep on the way home and almost took the train all the way back to harbour front! :x&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;gonna sleepover at Sophia's house again tmr. cos we're having cell meeting! hmm. so i'll see her for a whole week! haha. mon,tue,wed,thurs,fri,sat,sun!!~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i wanna look through a person's heart and see how true they are. i don't like it when people act nice one moment and blahblahblah the next. it scares me :( people changes really fast. don't like, don't smile, don't talk. thats why sometimes i don't like talking to people i dislike unless i really have to :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;friends change. usually they change into everything they said they wouldn't be. you just have to accept it, and realize everyone changes in their lifetime. the challenge is to stay friends, and prove to everyone that friendships can last through anything.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we seem to have different views. sigh. does this mean..................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116434870684120012?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116434870684120012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116434870684120012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116434870684120012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116434870684120012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/11/her-smile-turned-fake-her-laugh.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116400247602435762</id><published>2006-11-20T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T14:01:16.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WE RIDE;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends change. usually they change into everything they said they wouldn't be.&lt;br /&gt;you just have to accept it, and realize everyone changes in their lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;the challenge is to stay friends, and prove to everyone that friendships can last through anything.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;every night she finds herself lying in bed, reliving and remembering every glance he gave and every word he said.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;find the one you can be yourself in front of.  you can smile, you can cry, you can scream, you can kiss, you can hug, you can fight &amp; make up by the end of the night and would still be absolutely crazy about each other.(:&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;i'm scared because i don't want anyone else to have your heart :(&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;you were never supposed to mean &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this much&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to me&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;"She was a girl who knew how to act happy even when she was sad. And that's important."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marilyn Monroe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;you have to take the good with the bad, smile with the sad, love what you got, and remember what you had. always forgive, but never forget, learn from your mistakes, people change, things go wrong. never regret, but just remember, life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;your heart understands, what your mind doesn't want to. and that, my dear is what makes things like love so complicated.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;her smile turned fake, her laugh covered up the tears, it was all too much to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{FINAL GOODBYE}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116400247602435762?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116400111859598856</id><published>2006-11-20T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T12:09:07.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:( &lt;/span&gt;:( &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I wrote you a symphony&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just to say how much you mean to me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(What would you do?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now if I wrote you a love note &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And make you smile at every word I wrote &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(What would you do?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116400111859598856?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116400111859598856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116400111859598856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And he said to them, go into all the world to preach about the gospel to all creatures on earth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mark 16:15&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116392638660721021?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116392638660721021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116392638660721021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116392638660721021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:85%;"&gt;amanda the dumb dumb. hah! :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;owell, goodnight peeeeeepos. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116385597336290911?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116385597336290911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116385597336290911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116385597336290911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116385597336290911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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It hurts but thank God it isn't swollen. Blink blink!&lt;br /&gt;Left side of my face hurts and i wonder why. My teeth! My gums! My mouth! I think my wisdom tooth is growing. Thats why. Ehhh...&lt;br /&gt;God, please make it alright and that it won't get into the way of my backup-ing tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; yes i've stopped hearing all those nonsense from people already. Really thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gf &amp;amp; i went into this dark phototaking machine and snapped away. A girl went to pull open the curtain and i laughed really loud. I think she got scared cos she couldn't stop apologising. You should have seen the look on her face! Totally shocked...! Wahaha, i love scaring people :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gf is crazy, really. fancy going to Sentosa in a dress! &amp; its not a sundress laaaa. Haha. Powerrrrrrr! Oh, i used to love sundress. Heh, side track a little la. I used to love sunflowers too! Haha. I miss my Micmic &amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp; my Ahbling. Hope we;ll be able to catch up on the 2nd. must come ok!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna skip GNK pastoral tmr but its like not very nice :/&lt;br /&gt;Rugby! Rugbeeeeee. Corn's away in Deeesarrrrrruuuu. Which means i'll be feeling lonely throughout the 45mins bus ride? Sigh. Owell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gf, bbq date set to 2nd dec. KL says she's fine with it. Oh &amp;amp; you can book the pits at AXS machine. There's one beside CP's MOS if i can rmb correctly.&lt;br /&gt;Heres the link. Step by step info. I'm so nice.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.getformesingapore.com/previous2005/060505_bookabarbecuebbqpitatanyaxsstation.htm"&gt;http://www.getformesingapore.com/previous2005/060505_bookabarbecuebbqpitatanyaxsstation.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Aloeveraaaaaa! Guess tonight. Hah, you gonna record? uhm...&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh! Dan the Big C is online. ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thirstyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;toldcha i'm random&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/z4460757.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/z54670167.png" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/z37446774.png" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/z55326284.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/z51238249.gif" /&gt;LOLLYPOP! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Please don't try to fake what you don't feel. It's not fair to lead me on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I won't ask you to stay, i'd rather walk away. If your heart's not in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116385509467959919?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116385509467959919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116385509467959919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116385509467959919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116385509467959919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-left-eye-hurts-like.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/th_z4460757.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116383021417290625</id><published>2006-11-18T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T14:10:14.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i’m feeling broken in my melody says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANT HAPPY FEET&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raison d’être -In a world that's not my own. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then draw smiley faces on your feet lo&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i’m feeling broken in my melody says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAME LA&lt;br /&gt;hah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raison d’être -In a world that's not my own. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cannot be lame... otherwise no more feet liao... then cannot have happy feet&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gf came to meet me yesterday and she wore a dress! i looked really begger-like beside her :Z&lt;br /&gt;bought heart shaped lolly and a giant lolly with many colourful swirls for Elmo. had much fun with Gf yesterday. *KA CHING!* haha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i love my model girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amex Dinner &amp; Dance was quite OK. dress code was Arabian. the only thing missing was a camel! heh. &amp;amp; my dear Eudora must have missed me alot to even msg me in the middle of cell. haha. she says she's gonna bring a white camel back for me :)&lt;br /&gt; its like wedding dinner except that there were more people and it wasn't as boring. we played Bingo the opposite way! hah. then we had fortune cookie! so fun. haha. its my first time eating fortune cookie ya know. magic show, belly dancing(yes -.-) and many others.&lt;br /&gt;i love godma. she's really sweet and funny too! haha. theres two 'arabian' Elvis Presley at her table. haha. crazy men. got introduced to so many people and a guy told Mummy if he needed part-timers he;ll call me. &amp; you know what? i dreamt i got a holiday job in American Express events department! haha. so reallllllllllll. something embarrassing happened. Momo asked her friend to intro the son to meeeeeeee. and i didn't say anything la. like.........aaaaaaaaaaaah. AH! AH! AH! embarrassing :S&lt;br /&gt;God really bless Mummy man. she won the 8th Prize and its like $200 voucher. now everybody say yay!&lt;br /&gt;hah. got a ride home from Khooi again. but we had to walk from Swissotel to national library. &amp;amp; the giant colourful christmas tree outside cityhall is so eye catching! hah. stopped to take a photo of it but its kinda blur :(&lt;br /&gt;i wanna run towards it and hug it la. but don't wanna make Khooi &amp; co. wait. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. OK. i know there's errorrrrrrrsssss/&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go watch Liar Liar on HBO now :)&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Elmo, don't angry liao laaaaaaaaa. pffts. petty guy who claim he got gingivitis.&lt;br /&gt;pooooooots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116383021417290625?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116383021417290625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116383021417290625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116383021417290625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116383021417290625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-feeling-broken-in-my-melody-says-i.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116373735266568578</id><published>2006-11-17T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T12:22:32.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/3585/320/z43214454.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The best type of love is the type that sees passed every little flaw.&lt;br /&gt;The most beautiful love is the kind that doesn't make sense that's why you trust it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If you can't laugh at yourself, life is going to seem a whole lot longer than you'd like."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Garden State&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! i laughed at myself ALOT. i kept laughing at myself yesterday cos i tried to slang but ended up pronouncing banana as &lt;em&gt;banehneh&lt;/em&gt;. brother thinks i'm mad cos i keep laughing to myself ytd. haha! haha! yay! samsin says its good that you can laugh at yourself. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna meet Gf later then we'll go walk walk :)&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Elmo, i think i'm gonna get that lolly for you today. you know what? what! haha. i'm talking to myself... :/&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt that both of us fall out laaa. then we're no longer friends. it seems so real!!! -______-&lt;br /&gt;so i'm gonna get you that lolly today, if possible. then you'll have no reason to fall out with me! hah. after that i have to rush back to studio for practice. and then rush home to prepare. i'm going to attend American Express's Dinner &amp;amp; Dance tonight at Swissotel.......&lt;br /&gt;mummy is coming home so we'll go together cos i don't wanna get lost in CityHall. haha. OK, i'm dumb. hahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. pffts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i didn;t know i have so much in common with the both of them. is it just pure coincidence or is God trying to tell me something? hmmm... can;t believe i actually talk to her. she's kinda nice afterall. don't judge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;the road to success is not straight. there is a curve called failure, a loop called confusion, speed bumps called friends, red lights called enemies, caution lights called family. you will have flats called jobs. but if you have a spare called determination, an engine called perserverance, insurance called faith, and a driver called Jesus, you will make it to a place called success.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116373735266568578?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116373735266568578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116373735266568578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116373735266568578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116373735266568578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/11/best-type-of-love-is-type-that-sees.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116366633595966256</id><published>2006-11-16T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T16:38:55.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Danity Kane- Stay With Me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raindrops fall from everywhere i reach out for you.&lt;br /&gt;but you're not there so i stood waiting in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;with your picture, in my hands. story of a broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying and hoping for the day when my touch is enough to take the pain away.&lt;br /&gt;cause i've searched for so long the answer is clear.&lt;br /&gt;we'll be okay if we don't let it dissappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've searched my heart over so many many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no you and i is like no stars to light the sky at night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our picture hangs up to remind me of the days you promised me,&lt;br /&gt;we'd always be and never go away.&lt;br /&gt;thats why i need you to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 going on 30 is a nice movie! OK, i know its like quite long ago.&lt;br /&gt;i just caught it on HBO :X  heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so i stood waiting in the dark.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116366633595966256?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116366633595966256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116366633595966256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116366633595966256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116366633595966256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/11/danity-kane-stay-with-me-raindrops.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116357686547955083</id><published>2006-11-15T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T18:37:59.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;1.What kind of first impression do you think people think when they first see you?&lt;br /&gt;unfriendly. cos i don't really smile at strangers, unless you're female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What's one thing you like to do alone?&lt;br /&gt;read. oh yeah, and to think. i tend to think alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is your favorite line to say when you're drunk?&lt;br /&gt;never got drunk before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How many drinks do u need before u get tipsy?&lt;br /&gt;i don't drink so how would i know?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you have any purpose for living?&lt;br /&gt;yeah. for God :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What kind of books do you like to read?&lt;br /&gt;i don't have a fave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you think you're cute?&lt;br /&gt;heh. *blush*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you have a problem changing clothes in front of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;errrr yeah :Q&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What do you eat/drink when you raid the fridge at night?&lt;br /&gt;anything nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Describe your bed?&lt;br /&gt;neat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Spontaneous or planned?&lt;br /&gt;for? it depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you know how to play poker?&lt;br /&gt;nope, what is poker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What do you carry with you at all times?&lt;br /&gt;money, cellphone, ezlink card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you miss most about being a kid?&lt;br /&gt;the innocence :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Are you happy with your given name?&lt;br /&gt;yeahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What color is your bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;BERLU. read:blue hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Have you ever been in a play?&lt;br /&gt;haha. yeah! that was in primary. i acted as cinderella after joining the drama workshop. it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you like yourself and believe in yourself?&lt;br /&gt;yeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you consider yourself to be a nice person?&lt;br /&gt;hah, yes. i'm nice to those who are nice to me. but sadly, i don't wanna be like that. i wanna be nice to everybody laaa! but it seems impossible.... :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you spend more time with your girlfriend/boyfriend or your friends?&lt;br /&gt;friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What's one thing you wish you could do but can't?&lt;br /&gt;i don't knowww. to see through a person's heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What is your ideal wedding location?&lt;br /&gt;somewhere quiet :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Whats one instrument you wish you could play?&lt;br /&gt;i can play the piano but not that well, yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Whats one language you want to learn?&lt;br /&gt;oh many. i wanna learn french, jap &amp; korean!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Have you ever pierced your body parts?&lt;br /&gt;my ears. it was my first time &amp;amp; i freaked out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you have any tattoos?&lt;br /&gt;ew no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What's one trait you hate in a person?&lt;br /&gt;backstab, pushing ALL blame to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you consider yourself materialistic?&lt;br /&gt;not to the extreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What do you cook best?&lt;br /&gt;i bake better. for now i can only bake yummy chocolate chip cookies &amp;amp; cuppies. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Favorite person/s to talk with on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;no fave. just anyone who won't bore me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What's your favourite colour?&lt;br /&gt;i have so many faves. heh :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you like anyone now?&lt;br /&gt;hmm.... tough one. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116357686547955083?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116357686547955083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116357686547955083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116357686547955083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116357686547955083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/11/1_15.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116356625583517751</id><published>2006-11-15T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T12:56:39.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.continuu.net%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FChris%20Tomlin%20-%20How%20Great%20Is%20Our%20God.rbs&amp;colors=body:#FF3300;border:#FCFCFC;button:#FCFCFC;player_text:#FCFCFC;playlist_text:#999999;" bgcolor="#FF3300" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stand amazed by your love. you're amazing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sing from the heart,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dream from the soul,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smile to the Stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love like you'll never let go.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; no matter how hard you try, you can't find the words to say goodbye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116356625583517751?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116356625583517751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116356625583517751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116356625583517751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116356625583517751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-stand-amazed-by-your-love.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116349902387399465</id><published>2006-11-14T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:37:42.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;just like the other day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it much better this way?&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how long more you're gonna stay like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPEAK UP! sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i know you do :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/z33018887.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116349902387399465?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116349902387399465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116349902387399465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116349902387399465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116349902387399465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/11/just-like-other-day-isnt-it-much.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/th_z33018887.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116348948791847504</id><published>2006-11-14T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:31:27.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;God Created Everything, Did He Create Evil?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A University professor at a well-known institution of higher learning challenged his students with this question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did God create everything that exists?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A student bravely replied, "Yes he did!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God created everything?" The professor asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes sir, he certainly did," the student replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor answered, "If God created everything; then God created evil. And, since evil exists, and according to the principle that our works define who we are, then we can assume God is evil."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student became quiet and did not answer the professor's hypothetical definition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor, quite pleased with himself, boasted to the students that he had proven once more that the &lt;em&gt;Christian faith was a myth&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another student raised his hand and said, "May I ask you a question, professor?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course," replied the professor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student stood up and asked, "Professor, does cold exist?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What kind of question is this? Of course it exists. Have you never been cold?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other students snickered at the young man's question.The young man replied, "In fact, sir, cold does not exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the laws of physics, what we consider cold is in reality the absence of heat. Every body or object is susceptible to study when it has or transmits energy and heat is what makes a body or matter have or transmit energy. Absolute zero (-460 F) is the total absence of heat. And all matter becomes inert and incapable of reaction at that temperature. Cold does not exist. We have created this word to describe how we feel if we have no heat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student continued, "Professor, does darkness exist?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor responded, "Of course it does."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student replied, "Once again you are wrong, sir, darkness does not exist either. Darkness is in reality the absence of light. Light we can study, but not darkness. In fact, we can use Newton's prism to break white light into many colors and study the various wavelengths of each color. You cannot measure darkness. A simple ray of light can break into a world of darkness and illuminate it. How can you know how dark a certain space is? You measure the amount of light present. Isn't this correct? Darkness is a term used by man to describe what happens when there is no light present."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the young man asked the professor, "Sir, does evil exist?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now uncertain, the professor responded, "Of course, as I have already said. We see it everyday. It is in the daily examples of man's inhumanity to man. It is in the multitude of crime and violence everywhere in the world. These manifestations are nothing else but evil."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this the student replied, "&lt;strong&gt;Evil does not exist, sir, or at least it does not exist unto itself. Evil is simply the absence of God. It is just like darkness and cold, a word that man has created to describe the absence of God. God did not create evil. Evil is the result of what happens when man does not have God's love present in his heart. It's like the cold that comes when there is no heat, or the darkness that comes when there is no light&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor sat down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man's name -- Albert Einstein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116348948791847504?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116348948791847504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116348948791847504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116348948791847504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116348948791847504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/11/god-created-everything-did-he-create.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116348729393087115</id><published>2006-11-14T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:05:08.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dance in the rain just to get soaked.&lt;br /&gt;call a friend just because you care.&lt;br /&gt;smile just because you can,&lt;br /&gt;and laugh just to make people stare.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/z57465565.png" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/z52011556.png" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/z51166345.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/z37766045.gif" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/z33003406.png" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/z34226419.png" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;he showed her that she can find good in anybody if she just give them a chance, benefit of doubt. sometimes people disappoint her, sometimes they surprise her.&lt;br /&gt;but she never really get to know them until she listen to what's in their heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in life you're going to be left out, talked about, lied to &amp;amp; used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you have to decide who's worth your tears or not.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116348729393087115?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116348729393087115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116348729393087115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116348729393087115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116348729393087115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/11/dance-in-rain-just-to-get-soaked.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/th_z57465565.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116342654367876318</id><published>2006-11-13T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:03:59.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;what? please don't make me cry :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STEP UP&lt;/strong&gt; was nice. makes me feel like signing up for dance courses. heh. the male &amp; female leads were so sweet laaaaa :)&lt;br /&gt;i love the soundtrack(s) and and the final dance! SO NICEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;Eudora laughed really loud -.- so embarrassing!&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go watch Happy Feet some other time. but Sophia thinks its kinda dumb :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so supposed to meet up with Eudora at her station first but later arranged to meet her in the train. she was supposed to find me! but that lazy girl found herself a seat instead. train stopped at Dhoby Ghaut then some girl who looked like Sophia entered, ok IT IS Sophia. so the both of us went to find that Eudora girl and you know what?! she was just a door away from us, in the next carriage!!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so near yet so far.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later she told me, "actually i saw your bag, someone like you. but i purposely never call you. HAHA!" -__________-&lt;br /&gt;she brought that UZap along and calls it the VIBRATOR! omg. sounds so wrong!&lt;br /&gt;at some point i had to help her carry and was so afraid some people will think its a bomb. cos....you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kept laughing at my own jokes today. haha &amp;amp; i bought candies from Candy Empire.&lt;br /&gt;i'm a happy kid now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;somehow the feeling isn't the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116342654367876318?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116342654367876318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116342654367876318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116342654367876318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116342654367876318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-please-dont-make-me-cry-step-up.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116339549493178436</id><published>2006-11-13T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T13:28:10.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I was younger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wished the world was a sunny day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I could lay out in the sun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the warmth and the love would never go away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UjXi6X-moxE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UjXi6X-moxE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to those who need a good laugh. cheeeeeeeeeeeeeeer up!&lt;br /&gt;total cuteness! &lt;br /&gt;watched this five times already. you're sure to laugh along!&lt;br /&gt;so cute! so cute! i also want a angmoh baby :D&lt;br /&gt;i love babies! i WANT babies :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116339549493178436?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116339549493178436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116339549493178436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116339549493178436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116339549493178436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/11/when-i-was-youngeri-wished-world-was.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116333773734968267</id><published>2006-11-12T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:21:25.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tahiti- an island of the southern pacific ocean.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;recommended by that ELMO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(can you see?heh.don't complain already!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="136" src="http://static.flickr.com/108/295279554_3abb20deba_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top view of the whole island. TAHITI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="158" src="http://static.flickr.com/109/295279556_f76b4f399e_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this pic looks really cool right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="113" src="http://static.flickr.com/109/295279557_1c97eeec04_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go kayaking! ROW ROW ROW YOUR BOATTTTTTTTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="385" src="http://static.flickr.com/115/295279558_a6f3590416.jpg" width="396" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;map in case you get lost. heh. weird names....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="157" src="http://static.flickr.com/112/295279559_3bc7b5bbb9_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w-o-w~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="158" src="http://static.flickr.com/103/295279562_1101b60d80_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such a beautiful sight! imagine you onboard the boat watching the sunset(right?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="179" src="http://static.flickr.com/111/295282819_83f470b882_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; waves are scary :Z &lt;em&gt;FLUSHED AWAY~&lt;/em&gt; heh.&lt;br /&gt;SHARK!!! AH! AH! AH! RAHHHH. CHOMP CHOMP.&lt;br /&gt;don't mind me. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="236" src="http://static.flickr.com/108/295282822_eea6364d8f_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night view of Tahiti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="189" src="http://static.flickr.com/106/295282829_3ef66b78c8.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"nice like horse"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="161" src="http://static.flickr.com/112/295282831_4a7747cd7e_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END! haha.&lt;br /&gt;so nice right? i fell in love with Tahiti island the moment i saw the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOELMOJM!&lt;/strong&gt; we'll go there 7years later k! heh. happy waiting~~~&lt;br /&gt;OK, here's to Elmo. oh &amp; you'll know Elmo is somewhere in Tahiti island when you see something RED in the water. HURHUR. suddenly feel so coldddddddddd.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. OK -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;i'm going out w Eudora &amp;amp; Sophia tomorrow(i think)&lt;br /&gt;STEP UP! STEP UP! HERE WE COMEEEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;everybody say yay! YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry to ahbling &amp; miss aloe vera. heh. i don't think we;re going out on the 19th :(&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; i think i wanna work for Trustee again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight you, you and you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116333773734968267?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116333773734968267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116333773734968267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116333773734968267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116333773734968267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/11/tahiti-island-of-southern-pacific.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116333454941646079</id><published>2006-11-12T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T20:29:09.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sometimes what you're looking for is right where you left it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/z54431664.png" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/z54200780.png" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/z54786510.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/z55211136.png" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you never lose by loving. you always lose by holding back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and he held her like he held the world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116333454941646079?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116333454941646079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116333454941646079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116333454941646079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116333454941646079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/11/sometimes-what-youre-looking-for-is.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/th_z54786510.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116324692160758992</id><published>2006-11-11T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:55:54.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fifth post in a day. heh.&lt;br /&gt;sweetest thing anyone could ever do!&lt;br /&gt;dedicated this whole post to *drumroll please* &lt;strong&gt;XINYI&lt;/strong&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="note from sweet XINYI! :)" src="http://static.flickr.com/111/294374327_c8047147e9.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you too sweets! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{edit}&lt;br /&gt;Dan is such a coward! HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;cos Elsie sent me a file today asking me to open. i saw the first slide and immediately exited out of it.&lt;br /&gt;cos the other time i got tricked by nanny. got so frightened that i ran out of the room and asked my maid to follow me inside laaaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;so i got Dan to open it for me. he saw the first slide and got so scared, he ran out of his room, on the tv and called me. LOL! cos he watched the grudge2 earlier today.&lt;br /&gt;OK, so he don't dare to open to see what's that. so he asked his other guy friends.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; all of them don't dare la. his gal friend is looking at it now. heh. braveeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all my guy frens no balls now a gal is lookin at it&lt;br /&gt;wait&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayeeeeee. who wants to try opening the file? SCARY!!! :Q&lt;br /&gt;let me know &amp;amp; i'll send it to you on messenger. heh.&lt;br /&gt;must tell me what its about k! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, thanks Dan. haha. coward........ :Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.46PM;&lt;br /&gt;MY EUDORA SHIN ONLINE!!!! AYEEEEEEE :) :) :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;lovelove! heh.&lt;br /&gt;oh &amp; think i'm gonna videocall with Dan. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;he'll pay for everything :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love For Who You Are by Hillsongs.&lt;br /&gt;niceeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UjXi6X-moxE&amp;eurl"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UjXi6X-moxE&amp;amp;eurl&lt;/a&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go view this video. its so cute la. i want a baby as cute as him! heh.&lt;br /&gt;i watched it thrice and kept laughing along with that baby.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT~~~~ wo yao~ hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;{edited}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116324692160758992?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116324692160758992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116324692160758992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116324692160758992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116324692160758992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/11/fifth-post-in-day.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116324416577907639</id><published>2006-11-11T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:50:13.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so his way of saying sorry is putting a wrapped candy onto your table.&lt;br /&gt;sweet... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Ever been given a ring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ermm. yeah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Longest relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Last gift you received?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i can't remember. i'm used to receiving lots of gifts :P even small little ones. sweet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How many times have you dropped your cell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lost count but definitely lesser times than my old phone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Last sport you played?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;badminton? aaaaaah. i can't remember.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Things you spend a lot of money on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i spend money on things i like.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Thing you ate last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my dinner. DUH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. First thing you notice about the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;appearance. i strongly believe that first impression counts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. One favorite song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the song playing now. Planetshakers-MAJESTY! makes you wanna dance right? haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Where do you live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in singapore?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Last relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Cell phone service provider?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lalalatel (READ:singtel)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Favorite mall store?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;don't have a favourite.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Longest job held?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hah. i can't remember. was it the job at Gf's uncle's company or as a surveyor? hmm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you own a pair of dice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for? nope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you prank call people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the other time germ prank called van's classmate and acted as a phone sex operator! that was hilarious!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Last person who text messaged you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eudora :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. First FRIEND you'd call if you won a lottery?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that's dumb. i don't believe in buying lottery to get rich. BLAH!~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Last time you attended church?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last sunday! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Favorite fast food restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm OK with anything. no lousy service please. i'll get so pissed off.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Last incoming call?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brian. he asked me to go for Moses' birthday party cos mel is there! &amp; i didn't know. POOTS. oh well...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Last time you got drunk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i don't drink.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Where's your favorite place to eat with friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anywhere. its who you're with that counts right?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Can you cook?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i can bake *winks*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What car do you drive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;would love to drive a convertible or any fast cars :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Last time u cried?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last week?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Most hated food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i don't hate. just don't like, don't eat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Thing you like most about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hmm.. everything? cos God made each and everyone of us special. aaaaaaah. i can't remember that word Jeremy said to me. something to do with being unique........ *thinks hard*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Things you hate most about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;refer to the top.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Last time you had an argument?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;uhm, yesterday?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Favorite Movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;don't have a favourite.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Favorite perfume?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;don't have a favourite. just anything that smells sweet :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh &amp;amp; i can't stand strong smelling perfume. i think its smelly and will start sneezing. heh heh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What are you thinking at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'bout tomorrow...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;be the change you want to see in the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116324416577907639?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116324416577907639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116324416577907639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116324416577907639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116324416577907639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-his-way-of-saying-sorry-is-putting.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116323458095346916</id><published>2006-11-11T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:46:40.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm just as confused, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUPCAKES! CUPCAKES!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;from the haunting sound of the penny whistle, crystal sound of the handchime, tasteful jazz piano quartet to the call of the drum, it's going to be electrifying. -Intermezzo 2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;you pissed me off yesterday and you pissed me off again today. please try to understand that not everything goes the way you expect it to be. stop being so unreasonable and demanding everything to go your way. asking for favours in the middle of the night and then demanding that i must do it by a certain time.  i'm silly enough to give in and its only after brother told me to not do such stuff for people like you.&lt;br /&gt;you know what annoys me? people who talk to me because of some hidden agenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry but i just have to express my displeasure. being taken advantage of is not a good feeling OK! i need to voice out in case some people think i'm fine with everything. if you think i'm talking about you, i probably am.(:&lt;br /&gt;CRASH! haha. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116323458095346916?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116323458095346916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116323458095346916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116323458095346916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116323458095346916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-just-as-confused-really_11.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116323102047502626</id><published>2006-11-11T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:05:18.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>boreddddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Eyeliner or mascara?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmm. i don't use either. but if i were to choose...it'd be mascara.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Disney films or scary films?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disney! i don't wanna pay to get scared :/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. Skirts or jeans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it depends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Socks or leggings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;socks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. Hoodies or jackets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;jackets please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;06. Heels or sneakers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it dependsss.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. Straight or curly hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;natural. cos i like neither super straight (READ:rebond) nor curly hair.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. Hoop or dangling earrings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh oh! i loveeeeeeeeee earrings. but i wear more dangling ones. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;09. Side bangs or one lengthed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;come again?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Your favorite color(s):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RED! hotpink, white, brown, blue, green, black, yellow, purple&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Victoria's Secret or Bath &amp; Body Shop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Smoothies or lattes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;both! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Diet or regular sodas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;regular sodas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Water or daiquiris?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;water.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Diamonds or pearls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;diamonds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Mary-Kate or Ashley Olsen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;NONE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. This or That?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thisthat tictac! :DD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. iPod or cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cellphone. nowadays, you can store songs inside your phone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Friends or family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;family &amp;amp; friends :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Manicure or pedicure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sadly, pedicure. but i would love to have manicure!!! but learning piano forbids me to have long nails :'(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Love or peace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;must love then have peace right? ehhh, OK.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Sunglasses or purses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmm... purses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you have:BOLD IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An MP3 player/ipod/anything like that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jewelry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A computer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A CD player.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A stereo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A spice girl CD.&lt;br /&gt;A cosmo magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A teddy bear.&lt;/strong&gt; (MUST HAVE!!!)&lt;br /&gt;A build a bear.&lt;br /&gt;An American Eagle purse.&lt;br /&gt;A hot topic shirt.&lt;br /&gt;An abercrombie shirt/sweater.&lt;br /&gt;The mean girls dvd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A TV in my room.&lt;/strong&gt; (yeah. XBOX too :X )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diamond earrings. &lt;/strong&gt;(momo bought it for me but i'm not sure if its real. hmm.. its quite expensive :Z BLINGBLING! :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pearl necklace/bracelets. &lt;/strong&gt;(i lend it to a friend and she didn't return it to me since :(&lt;br /&gt;A homecoming/prom dress. (soon! soon!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A book.&lt;/strong&gt; (more than one.)&lt;br /&gt;A myspace. (whats myspace?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perfume or spray. &lt;/strong&gt;(yeah. but i don't use it often)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A black shirt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pink nail polish. &lt;/strong&gt;(duh. i love pink OK!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are &lt;strong&gt;50.79% jealous&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;For this test, the average jealousy percentage is 35.54%.&lt;br /&gt;584442 people have taken this test to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This percentage means that :&lt;br /&gt;-You exhibit many jealous traits.&lt;br /&gt;-You are prone to over-react.&lt;br /&gt;-Although your jealousy shouldn't prove to be a real problem, you should work on controlling it more.&lt;br /&gt;-Things aren't often as bad as you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116323102047502626?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116323102047502626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116323102047502626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116323102047502626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116323102047502626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/11/boreddddd.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116322784878121878</id><published>2006-11-11T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:15:51.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"can i order suicide please?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE FANCIES YOU IF...&lt;br /&gt;-He can't look you in the eye and stutters when he talks to you.&lt;br /&gt;-He makes a point of sitting next to you in maths class and oh-so-accidentally allows his leg to brush against yours underneath the table.&lt;br /&gt;-He's blushing when his leg brushes against yours.&lt;br /&gt;-He ignores you when his friends are around. But don't take it personally, it's because he doesn't want to let them know he likes you.&lt;br /&gt;-He's always cracking lame jokes, just to make you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;-He wears that lush green top that matches his eyes when he knows he'll be seeing you. When you compliment him, he shrugs and says 'What? This old thing?'&lt;br /&gt;-He asks for your number and SMSes/calls when he says he will.&lt;br /&gt;-He shares his iPod earphones with you on the way home from school. And lets you skip Green Day to get to the mushy stuff he's secretly downloaded just for you...&lt;br /&gt;-He listens to what you have to say and isn't checking out other girls over your shoulder as you talk.&lt;br /&gt;-Look into his eyes. If his pupils are widening, he's definitely keen. Scientific fact!&lt;br /&gt;-He takes the mickey out of you or tries to wind you up. He's craving your attention - whatever it takes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116322784878121878?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116322784878121878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116322784878121878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116322784878121878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116322784878121878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/11/can-i-order-suicide-please-he-fancies.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116315238970891071</id><published>2006-11-10T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T19:33:01.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK so i didnt practice piano the whole weekkkkkkk.&lt;br /&gt;die die. im so dead :(&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i have lesson laaaaaaaa! aaaaaaaaaaaaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played cards w gf just now and ended up laughing till our stomachs hurt. LOL&lt;br /&gt;we ROFL lo.&lt;br /&gt;shes full of nonsense. heh&lt;br /&gt;FUN! love ya girlfriend (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{edit}&lt;br /&gt;DOTA is soooooooooooo irritating.&lt;br /&gt;DOTA is the cause for MOST quarrels. argh!&lt;br /&gt;stupid DOTA!&lt;br /&gt;stupid DOTA!&lt;br /&gt;stupid DOTA!&lt;br /&gt;stupid DOTA!&lt;br /&gt;stupid DOTA!  :X&lt;br /&gt;what so nice bout it anyway? :S&lt;br /&gt;{edited}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeeeeeeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116315238970891071?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116315238970891071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116315238970891071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116315238970891071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116315238970891071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/11/ok-so-i-didnt-practice-piano-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116314604232800170</id><published>2006-11-10T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T17:03:19.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>over at Gf's place now. she's super nonsense! cos she saw the name joy on someone's tagboard and she went on to add, "your dog ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought sushi at white sandssss. then we saw an indian man coming up from an escalator which was supposed to be going down! made us so confused :S&lt;br /&gt;bought bobbletee and walked to downtown. played at the lousy neoprint machine. took funny pics, i wanted to milk the ben&amp;jerry's cow but she told me it'd be soooooooo embarrassing, pervert aiyah whatever! :(&lt;br /&gt;bought flavoured malt candy! A-P-P-L-E!&lt;br /&gt;Gf says the apple stinks :S so silly me went to bite hard on it and it got stuck to my mouth :(&lt;br /&gt;Gf just sat there laughing at me! OK, so now the same thing happened to her and im laughing. WAHAHAHAHAH :P&lt;br /&gt;we can do funny things with the malt candy. dumb duo.&lt;br /&gt;that flavoured malt candy is so hard laaaaa. and its stuck to her teeth now. so shes beside me whining.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! HAHA! HAHA! she went to eat the rubber thingy -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked a LONG way before reaching pasir ris park. it got so hot halfway that we just sat on the bench, blasting music and taking pics. afraid to go down to the beach cos high tide!!! :Z&lt;br /&gt;after some time, suggested going through the maze. we thought it would be easy- like the last time, but we got stuck halfway!!! :@ and then it suddenly got so hot. we almost faint from heat stroke, dehydration and whatever. so we went back to where we came from and TADAH! we managed to get out of the maze but at the wrong side -_______-&lt;br /&gt;super thirsty so we bought drinks and went to the big big flat stone and sat down.&lt;br /&gt;Gf saw some man walking up and down the beach and she went like "is that the beach's lifeguard?"&lt;br /&gt;nonsense right? since when did pasir ris beach have lifeguard??? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we finally went to play with seawater and Gf saw a dead fish lying lifelessly(DUH)on the sand. she asked me to throw it back into sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;for what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girlfriend &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;very poor thing one you know? at least throw him back into the sea. die in his own world better than die in human world right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh &amp;amp; i got stung by something :'( pain...pain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked all the way to her old house and ate at some place. we saw something we wanted to buy but we didnt have enough money, like 30cents more!!! so pathetic. so its like OK,nevermind. but but but........! we went to somewhere else and found it. $1 cheaper!!! everybody say YAY!!!!!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;took bus back to interchange. something funny happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girlfriend&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;number 12...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;me &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;huh? *starts running*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girlfriend &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;go bedok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. shall let pics tell you moreeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03356" src="http://static.flickr.com/112/293601671_e44e5dbc5a_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A FOR AMANDA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ignore the spastic faces. look at my fringe!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03387" src="http://static.flickr.com/113/293605567_915e9ff185_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03391" src="http://static.flickr.com/102/293605568_a273020bb3_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03410" src="http://static.flickr.com/110/293605570_d127e76b0f_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this is cool! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03418" src="http://static.flickr.com/116/293605572_2f6ae52186_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03419" src="http://static.flickr.com/107/293606839_df5482e72a_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive such great photography skills. HOHO! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03421" src="http://static.flickr.com/101/293606843_de840829bc_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03423" src="http://static.flickr.com/107/293606844_3349e1d85f_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03428" src="http://static.flickr.com/104/293606847_a4011a200c_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03430" src="http://static.flickr.com/104/293610349_7536b7f4ec_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loveeeee playing w effects. &amp; no, its not sunburnt. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03431" src="http://static.flickr.com/100/293610350_3a50385bd9_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03434" src="http://static.flickr.com/104/293610352_98de02585c_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03435" src="http://static.flickr.com/115/293610354_398efd854c_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03438" src="http://static.flickr.com/108/293610355_9c16ccccf3_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03440" src="http://static.flickr.com/103/293610866_2e6f01c9c3_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03452" src="http://static.flickr.com/103/293610870_9cddd223d7_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03455" src="http://static.flickr.com/115/293610871_7647b70669_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;high tide!!! :Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03459" src="http://static.flickr.com/109/293611377_9931ad3696_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03460" src="http://static.flickr.com/106/293611379_dc3682f2f0_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to make a heart :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03461" src="http://static.flickr.com/117/293611380_9ff2b5bb3b_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03468" src="http://static.flickr.com/113/293611381_5af14ed632_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADAH!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;A NONG NONG TIME AGO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Lets do the twist" src="http://static.flickr.com/104/293615166_f85e5025da_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Modelling class 1" src="http://static.flickr.com/119/293615168_f748c0fb1c_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;corn teaching ahbling how to model. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="12tables in a row" src="http://static.flickr.com/107/293597183_f141418c2c_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the longest line. 12 tables in a row! YAHOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03058" src="http://static.flickr.com/103/293597713_719aa22637_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unique table from 5B. whose one is this?! AYEEEEe so cute right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03060" src="http://static.flickr.com/110/293597714_30e8cba9a4_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03066" src="http://static.flickr.com/108/293598934_a724153ecb_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03090" src="http://static.flickr.com/113/293598936_503115b857_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03093" src="http://static.flickr.com/119/293598941_3378290e44_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X wrong way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03092" src="http://static.flickr.com/114/293598937_4fb05d52ab_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(any idea how to insert a tick on Blogger?) CORRECT!!!!!!!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03098" src="http://static.flickr.com/105/293598943_e44664ce50_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03137" src="http://static.flickr.com/101/293600523_1753d66422_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO REDDDDDD! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03311" src="http://static.flickr.com/104/293601666_1589d30bce_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at my red fringe! *beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03163" src="http://static.flickr.com/114/293600527_8531e72607_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Musical Carousel" src="http://static.flickr.com/120/293615169_08003aa719_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Pink mini" src="http://static.flickr.com/111/293615170_81a6dc3b8d_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cute right? Barbie's toysssss. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not enough?&lt;br /&gt;go to------&gt; http://www.flickr.com/photos/its_rainingoutside/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP ANYTHING OFF &amp;amp; YOU'll DIE. GO AWAYYYYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;hmm. byebye :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall go play w Gf now. she's boreddddddddddd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116314604232800170?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116314604232800170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116314604232800170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116314604232800170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116314604232800170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/11/over-at-gfs-place-now.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116306795760184009</id><published>2006-11-09T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:37:49.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHA HAHA HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot stop laughing at myself. HAHA! cos i saw something and i express my disgust in a cool manner.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha. contradicting?&lt;br /&gt;i went like 'Eee' instead of 'Eeeeeeeeee!'. so LOL :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angie Lai Ru Hui is full of rubbish. heh. she keep telling me her hand looks bigger than the other one so i told her to knock the other one to make it same size and she gave me this -.- look.&lt;br /&gt;she set up a account for her LINMINGDAO and told me she didn't wanna reply anyone's testimonial cos must act cool -__________-&lt;br /&gt;that woman ah. cant believe im going to the beach w her tomorrow! i cannot wait!!!!!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so everyone loves you OK? including me! :P&lt;br /&gt;i love you girlfriend. silly woman. lets go crazy again tomorrow &amp; we'll go in search for Elmo's giant lolly. see? im so kind. so Elmo, SMILE! YOURE ON CANDID CAMERA!! HEH :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! i finally found Rain's Move On and its working perfectly fine! GO GO LISTEN.&lt;br /&gt;HURRAAAAAAAAAAY.&lt;br /&gt;also found a way to disable right click. YAY! try to right click now. heh&lt;br /&gt;that should keep rippers away :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116306795760184009?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116306795760184009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116306795760184009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116306795760184009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116306795760184009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/11/haha-haha-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116306333260904658</id><published>2006-11-09T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T17:11:11.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>XINYI!!! you got me hooked onto &lt;a href="http://artists.letssingit.com/cascada-22nvh/overview"&gt;Cascada&lt;/a&gt;- Another You! heh. i stayed at your blog for hours just to listen to the same song over again :)&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos, changes on my blog. spot 'em! wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elmo isnt going for the beach service either so i've got company!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&amp; he was like so sad. so i suggested we cry together. and guess what he said?&lt;br /&gt;he'll faint! haha. i almost forgot he'll faint if i were to cry. heh heh. he thinks i did it on purpose!!!&lt;br /&gt;and called me mean :( &amp;amp; he'll only cheer up if i agree to give him a treat. he wants a BIG lolly and he'll give me a SMALL one in return. so who's being mean here? aiyoh....&lt;br /&gt;lock you out of my house on fri! haha. just joking. i'm not mean lo... :Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i clicked to join some thingy. but later realised i dont need these people to give me assurance, to define who i am. so yeah. thank God i wasn't accepted :)&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go for the photographers outing! but i dont know all those people there. can i bring a friend? heh.&lt;br /&gt;BE INDEPENDENT AMANDA! gosh... im so dependent on people. &lt;s&gt;i need a guy&lt;/s&gt; :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;i hope i didnt do it to spite her. i hope its really how i feel. hmm, yes. i dont wanna break any hearts :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I can breathe again, dream again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be on the road again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like it used to be the other day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I feel free again, so innocent&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause someone makes me whole again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For sure... I'll find another you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116306333260904658?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116306333260904658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116306333260904658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116306333260904658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116306333260904658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/11/xinyi-you-got-me-hooked-onto-cascada.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116305076242457958</id><published>2006-11-09T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T13:41:02.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;the hardest thing i'll ever do, is walk away pretending i don't love you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im feeling really whatever now :Z&lt;br /&gt;something's not right and i dont know what. ayeeeee. something's just not right :(&lt;br /&gt;PFFTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so looking forward to today but Gf isn't at home. pffts. so yeah tomorrow then.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go bowling :) :)&lt;br /&gt;that ahbling is working so hard just to earn enough for her year end chalet/bbq party. happy working!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. &amp; i missed like four days of math remedial already? oh gosh! i totally forgot. wahhhh. how great/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAY TO GOOOOOOOOO :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PDA(: hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;love kippei :D itadakimasu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: took the song off so im really sorry for those who waited. heh. you've got patience! *clap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i should be happy that all is fine btw them but how come i dont feel that way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;arghhhhhh. stupid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe i don't belong here. BIG SIGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116305076242457958?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116305076242457958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116305076242457958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116305076242457958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116305076242457958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/11/hardest-thing-ill-ever-do-is-walk-away.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116297757629024204</id><published>2006-11-08T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T17:22:56.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i didnt log out of my MSN account and ryan went to talk to Jonana. hah!&lt;br /&gt;seeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Session Start: 08 November 2006&lt;br /&gt;stupidity. (JOANNA'S EMAIL @ HOTMAIL.COM)&lt;br /&gt;there you go again (MY EMAIL @ HOMTAIL.COM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(15:35) there you go again: g,b&lt;br /&gt;(15:35) there you go again: xzfdesf&lt;br /&gt;(15:35) stupidity.: ?&lt;br /&gt;(15:35) stupidity.: zzz&lt;br /&gt;(15:35) stupidity.: SI CHOCOLATE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(15:35) there you go again: hl&lt;br /&gt;(15:35) stupidity.: ..&lt;br /&gt;(15:35) stupidity.: hi&lt;br /&gt;(15:36) there you go again: ha,ha&lt;br /&gt;(15:36) stupidity.: you chose bbq or chalet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(15:37) You have just sent a Nudge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(15:37) there you go again: ha,ha so fnny&lt;br /&gt;(15:37) stupidity.: ......&lt;br /&gt;(15:37) stupidity.: wad tokin you&lt;br /&gt;(15:39) there you go again: i m ryanlim amanda borther&lt;br /&gt;(15:40) stupidity.: hahas&lt;br /&gt;(15:40) stupidity.: no wonder type so slow&lt;br /&gt;(15:40) stupidity.: zzz&lt;br /&gt;(15:40) stupidity.: LOL*&lt;br /&gt;(15:40) stupidity.: where's your sis?&lt;br /&gt;(15:41) there you go aga: you stupid&lt;br /&gt;(15:41) stupidity.: you then stupid ar.&lt;br /&gt;(15:41) stupidity.: type so slow.&lt;br /&gt;(15:41) stupidity.: NOOB&lt;br /&gt;(15:43) there you go again: you then type so slow&lt;br /&gt;(15:43) stupidity.: you them type slow lo&lt;br /&gt;(15:44) stupidity.: hahas&lt;br /&gt;(15:44) stupidity.: LOSER LA&lt;br /&gt;(15:44) stupidity.: ask ur sis come&lt;br /&gt;(15:44) there you go again: no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no&lt;br /&gt;(15:44) stupidity.: why?&lt;br /&gt;(15:45) there you go aga: no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no&lt;br /&gt;(15:45) stupidity.: why?&lt;br /&gt;(15:45) stupidity.: ask her come la&lt;br /&gt;(15:45) stupidity.: i wan ask her something&lt;br /&gt;(15:45) stupidity.: hahas&lt;br /&gt;(15:45) stupidity.: you scare she scold you?&lt;br /&gt;(15:45) there you go aga: nononono&lt;br /&gt;(15:46) stupidity.: zzzz&lt;br /&gt;(15:46) stupidity.: then ??!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(15:46) there you go again: t&lt;br /&gt;(15:50) there you go again: i m not scares she scold me&lt;br /&gt;(15:51) stupidity.: then?&lt;br /&gt;(15:51) stupidity.: why dont want ask her come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my younger brother is so cute la :)&lt;br /&gt;hehe. !!! he went to locked jewel inside the toilet =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The hardest thing I'll ever do,&lt;br /&gt;is walk away pretending I don't love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116297757629024204?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116297757629024204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116297757629024204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116297757629024204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116297757629024204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-didnt-log-out-of-my-msn-account-and.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116297038903785261</id><published>2006-11-08T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T15:19:49.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;as we walk away;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new found love: canto &amp; korean songs! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive got so many things to attend to &lt;s&gt;yet i still feel bored&lt;/s&gt;. OK, so fatball asked if im going to his celebration again.&lt;br /&gt;i cant make it cos i would be in the middle of camp on that day!! :(&lt;br /&gt;Gf, you can go w Blingbling OK? heh. we still got like so many chalets/bbq to attend.&lt;br /&gt;bout 3-4 moreeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd was talking to mummy bout backing out half way for youth camp. hmm :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dont know what im afraid of.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116297038903785261?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116297038903785261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116297038903785261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116297038903785261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116297038903785261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/11/as-we-walk-away-new-found-love-canto.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116296658321142055</id><published>2006-11-08T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T14:56:26.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK. that Fatball damn irritating la. added 11(10students &amp; a teacher) of us into a mass convo!&lt;br /&gt;so we started talking. wahahaha :D  even to those i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; if someone exited from the convo, he'll readd them.&lt;br /&gt;after which, he'll exit from the convo and appear offline. -.-&lt;br /&gt;will save the 15 punches for his birthday. BIRTHDAY BASH!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;MR FEIIIIBIAN LIMIIE also suggested giving him a blanket party when sch reopens. heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so bored :(&lt;br /&gt;so bro went out w cousin, elmo, shawn &amp; jeremy to jurong. they're going swimming!&lt;br /&gt;POOTSSSSS&lt;br /&gt;theyre gonna stay over after cell on fri? waaaaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; on sat going for moses' birthday party tgt w them. elmo must act like my sister! haha.&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna be the only girl. what if i wanna back out suddenly?&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. not very nice.... sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY GIRLLLLLLLLLL. GF! I miss you :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116296658321142055?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116296658321142055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116296658321142055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116296658321142055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116296658321142055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/11/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116289888914870145</id><published>2006-11-07T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T19:28:09.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if youre here at my blog, dont leave so fast k! wait for Rain's Move On to load finish.&lt;br /&gt;test your patience. muahaha. its so nice....! i love Rain, Rain, Rain!!!!!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;raindrops falling at my window. lalala~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos, im bored. :Z&lt;br /&gt;&amp; youre still online. go study la! heh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont dare to talk to you :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; so i talked to kermit daddy today. he said olvls are hard and he's dead meat.&lt;br /&gt;-.-  he even asked me to study like a year before! heh. OK, i'll listen to kermit papa. he do care though we stopped talking after a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;hope he's doing fine.. &amp; dont do anything illegal OK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My ex is... &lt;em&gt;HAHA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am listening to... &lt;em&gt;Rain's Move On *starts singing, move on just move on*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Maybe I should... &lt;em&gt;tell him how i feel?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I love... &lt;em&gt;alot of people!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My friends... &lt;em&gt;love me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I don't understand...&lt;em&gt; why this world is full of arggggggh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I lost... &lt;em&gt;my voice weeks ago?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. People say... &lt;em&gt;my new hairstyle looks nice on me :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.I'm missing... &lt;em&gt;alot of things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Love means... &lt;em&gt;happiness!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Somewhere, someone is... &lt;em&gt;dying. :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.I'm always searching for... &lt;em&gt;something that can't be found.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Forever seems... &lt;em&gt;real.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I never want to...&lt;em&gt; be forced to do something.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. My mobile phone... &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;sitting on the comp table.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. When I wake up in the morning...&lt;em&gt; i laze around first.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I get annoyed when... &lt;em&gt;people take advantage of weaklings!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Parties are... &lt;em&gt;fun and great time to bond &amp;amp; make more friendsssss.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. My cat is... &lt;em&gt;in the pet store.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Kisses are best when...&lt;em&gt; you're in love :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Today I... &lt;em&gt;nearly died of boredom.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Tomorrow I will... &lt;em&gt;sit in front of the comp the whole day again?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I really want... &lt;em&gt;to see what the future lies for meeeee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I talk... &lt;em&gt;in my sleep! LOL. i laugh, smile, scold and bully people in my sleep! or so my maid says. she claims i pulled her hair and use my bolster to hit her -.- IM INNOCENT!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I... &lt;em&gt;love YOU? heh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116289888914870145?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116289888914870145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116289888914870145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116289888914870145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116289888914870145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/11/if-youre-here-at-my-blog-dont-leave-so.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116288900985082520</id><published>2006-11-07T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T16:43:29.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so bored :(&lt;br /&gt;think i'll go watch some anime {Yucie &amp; Aishiteruze Baby}&lt;br /&gt;heh. hope i won't get bored watching them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna find a job. i NEED a job. so how now?&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll go search for pictures and a new layout when i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;talk to me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116288900985082520?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116288900985082520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116288900985082520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116288900985082520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116288900985082520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-so-bored-think-ill-go-watch-some.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116288733634592318</id><published>2006-11-07T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T16:24:57.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;somehow i'd love to say, love is not my kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/avatar-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;cant wait for the day when my kids will call Eudora, God Ma (:&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos, can you people just stop poking your nose into everything?&lt;br /&gt;stop being so busybody. aaaaaaaah. retards. &lt;em&gt;wee-tardeds\&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont like people spreading rumours laaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;arghhh. go away away away away awayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;or i'll skin you aliveeeeeeee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;its bcos of such idiots, problems surface :@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i wonder who's the idiot who came up with the word satisfied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;humans will never be/get satisfied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shut up, shut up, shut up!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116288733634592318?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116288733634592318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116288733634592318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116288733634592318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116288733634592318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/11/somehow-id-love-to-say-love-is-not-my.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/th_avatar-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116288542815168581</id><published>2006-11-07T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T15:43:48.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>saying goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a few last hours we gotta make this count&lt;br /&gt;we're counting backwards&lt;br /&gt;we're falling forward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116288542815168581?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116288542815168581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116288542815168581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116288542815168581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116288542815168581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/11/saying-goodbye-just-few-last-hours-we.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116288417643319713</id><published>2006-11-07T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T15:22:56.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;he smiles politely back at you says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;are you singing along?&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i can't hear you!&lt;br /&gt;AYE CAPTAIN&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~~ WHO LIVES IN A PINEAPPLE UNDER DA SEA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;raison d’être -If I lay here, if I just lay here. Would you lie with me and just forget the world. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;SPONGE BOB SQUARE PANTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116288417643319713?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116288417643319713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116288417643319713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116288417643319713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116288417643319713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/11/he-smiles-politely-back-at-you-says.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116280756713125394</id><published>2006-11-06T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T18:22:38.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;01. What is the phone maker?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sony Ericsson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02. What's the last 3 digits of your mobile number? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;199&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;03. What does the 1st message in your inbox say?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haha... No la.. Juz askin.. Cos 1st tym c such a carefree person get so caught up emotionally.. Nv mind.. If u wanna tok bout it.. Juz call K? Or do i hv 2 write a letter? :) y u take so long 2 reply?" HAHAHA! from Eudora Shin :) :) :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;04. Who's the first person who comes up under the letter M?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Mabel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;05. Who's the last person you called?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Mummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;06. Who was your last missed call from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Some house number... I don't remember who :S People keep calling me but i purposely never answer. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;07. Who's the 2nd person who comes up under D ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Dan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;08. What does the last message in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Long message from Mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;09. Who's the 3rd person who comes up under J?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerald Hong :Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Who's the 4th person who comes up under S?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Shi Jun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. What does your banner say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;What thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. How many messages are currently in your inbox?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;47&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. What do you have as your background?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My old blogskin layout picture!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Who's the 2nd person who comes up under R?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I only have one R. yes i know. P-a-t-h-e-t-i-c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Who's the 3rd person under T?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Haha. I don't wanna say :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Who's the first person who comes up under C?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Calvin, boss of Trustee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. How many bars of signal do you currently have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK Elmo! I post our convos again. Heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he smiles politely back at you says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOAD you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raison d’être -If I lay here, if I just lay here. Would you lie with me and just forget the world. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*croak croak*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he smiles politely back at you says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. ah ma pic!!! can be David Gan;s wife liao.&lt;br /&gt;LOL! so now i know... you go for OLDER woman. SO MUCH OLDERRRRRRR!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116280756713125394?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116280756713125394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116280756713125394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116280756713125394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116280756713125394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/11/01.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116279245078949944</id><published>2006-11-06T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T13:54:10.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;love is not just looking at each other, it's looking in the same direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/82/279705617_7e92b3a4f4_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you're catching my eye and maybe, you're thinking of what i'm thinking too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;will you say you loved me all along?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/100/279703767_1e2dec8211_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;back at where i used to be. empty promises, broken hearts. that's what it's all about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i think i have forgotten how to smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/115/279704636_05d2ffcaf7_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever since you walked away/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116279245078949944?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116279245078949944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116279245078949944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116279245078949944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116279245078949944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/11/love-is-not-just-looking-at-each-other.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116279066117817436</id><published>2006-11-06T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T13:24:21.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life is like oxygen, too much and you pass out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and as the summer's ending, the cool air will put your hard heart away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116279066117817436?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116279066117817436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116279066117817436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116279066117817436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116279066117817436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/11/life-is-like-oxygen-too-much-and-you.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116272168781498716</id><published>2006-11-05T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T18:21:11.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Step one you say we need to talk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walks you say sit down it’s just a talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He smiles politely back at you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stare politely right on through&lt;br /&gt;Some sort of window to your right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As he goes left and you stay right&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Between the lines of fear and blame&lt;br /&gt;And you begin to wonder why you came&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let him know that you know best&lt;br /&gt;Cause after all you do know best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Try to slip past his defense&lt;br /&gt;Without granting innocence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lay down a list of what is wrong&lt;br /&gt;The things you’ve told him all along&lt;br /&gt;And pray to God he hears you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he begins to raise his voice&lt;br /&gt;You lower yours and grant him one last choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drive until you lose the road&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or break with the ones you’ve followed&lt;br /&gt;He will do one of two things&lt;br /&gt;He will admit to everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or he’ll say he’s just not the same&lt;br /&gt;And you’ll begin to wonder why you came&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're not The One for me. I need someone simple, not too.....hard to understand like you. Aaaaaaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Random random random. Euuuudorah, i wanna conference tonight! :D&lt;br /&gt;You &amp; Sophiaaaaaaa call me. Heh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I love my &lt;strong&gt;Piggy&lt;/strong&gt;! :D MUACKSSSSSSSSSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;stop being a busybody la. argh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116272168781498716?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116272168781498716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116272168781498716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116272168781498716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116272168781498716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/11/step-one-you-say-we-need-to-talk-he.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116271458007454978</id><published>2006-11-05T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T16:39:07.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Amanda, you think outside the box when it comes to Timesaving Tactics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stitch in time saves nine? You bet! A timesaving dynamo like you knows how to keep life on track no matter how hectic things may get. While many people might find themselves overwhelmed with responsibilities and commitments, you've got the ability to strike a balance. From work to loved ones to happenings on the home front, you're good at taking charge and getting things done without wasting precious minutes along the way. A pro planner like you makes time management look easy. Way to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yay! GO MEEEEE! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amanda, your relationship destiny is to Have a Romantic Rendezvous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild thing, you make our hearts sing. Daring and headstrong, you know that the world is full of all kinds of adventures and possibilities, and you want to try as many of them as possible. Whether you've already met the action hero who's bold enough to join you on your travels, or are still looking for a soul brave enough, you're sure to enjoy the search.A risk taker by nature, you're not afraid to put yourself on the line, whether you're scaling mountains or falling in love on the first date. Sure, that means you'll get a few bumps and bruises along the way, but for a courageous spirit like you, that's part of the fun. How romantic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeeeeeeeeeeeel. Lalala~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;It happened so sudden. Really hope you didn't see me. Why must you appeared after many months had past? Got my emotions all messed up once again. I'm having mixed feelings now. &lt;em&gt;Someone please teach me what to do.&lt;/em&gt; Somehow tears rolled down when i reminisced 'bout the past, those happy memories, we had. I'm still thinking if i wanna throw Mashimaro away. Maybe i should just look at things another way. Its-just-a-gift. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. I'm so over you. Its just that so many 'what if(s)' popped into my mind the other day. Sigh, you know. I hope we won't bumped into each other again. Even if it really is coincidental. Just act like strangers OK? &amp; i promise not to shed another tear again, for you, for us and for those memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This time it really is goodbye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah. Elmo is really full of rubbish ah? :X Heh. But he's always the one who make me laugh :)&lt;br /&gt;He says my house is his house. And went on to shake Mummy's hand, saying 'Hi Mom'. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; me momo went to acknowledge him! So now, i've got two extra CHILDISH Korkors. Heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;And.......momo &amp; him had a little secret. Lol. So cuteeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eudora, don't worry! You'll get something much better than jellybeans on 14 Dec. Heh, so don't envy Sophia! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaaaah. Having practice on sunday? &amp;amp; i have GNK duty on sunday. And the Youths are having beach service on sunday too! Which means.......i'll missed beach service :(&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. How how how how howwwwwwwwwwwww. ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna change url. I'm so bored with 5ivemilesahead-&lt;br /&gt;&amp; oh oh! Today is the 5th right? Just nice, can change url today! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Cos i love the numbers 2&amp;amp;5. Thats why i'm the VP for TianCai Club :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116271458007454978?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116271458007454978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116271458007454978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116271458007454978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116271458007454978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/11/amanda-you-think-outside-box-when-it.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116255007372034806</id><published>2006-11-03T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T18:39:54.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don’t care babe who’s right or wrong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just don’t love you no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm back again! Heh. So i dyed part of my fringe already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Reddish purple. Wheeeeee~ &amp; its kinda obvious but can't been seen on Gf's hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Blingbling says its cos Gf's hair is black while mine is brown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;amp; Blingbling got purple &amp; red highlights! Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hope i won't look like an ah lian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Played w Blingbling's baby cousin. He's so cute la. Heh. Oh, and very smelly :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;saliva on his shirt and everywhere and he keeps touching me and i scream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I turned into his babysitter and playmate lo. Pushed him around in his toy car, played busdriver and picked up 'passengers', actually their small pokemon toys. He bite his pokemon toys and whenever i said 'EEEEEE', he'll giggle. Hehe :D Cutie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haha. Go through English writing stuff again and i got so bored i started disturbing Blingbling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;amp; when Mr Lim asked the class if they can rmb even without copying, i nod my head. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;he said i wasn't a problem. hohoooooooooooooooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Played ChooChooTrain in com lab. Wahhhhhh. Roller chairs are fun. Haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Can have so much fun w it. Blingbling and Gf started pushing me around on the roller chair. BULLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Met Corn again in the bus interchange. Heard some guy calling out to me but i ignored. Then he went HEY!!!!!! I looked up and saw Corn. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haha. And he says my hair looks nice laaaa :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Like that la horrrrr."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yay! I've got good comments bout my new hairstyle and highlights so far. Thank you! Thank you! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Or maybe you people are afraid of getting punch :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;YAY! SAT is tomorrow :D :D :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm so happyyyyyy cos :) :) :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And after SAT is SUN. Sighhhhh. :( :( :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't know why. But its so awkward seeing you again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;amp; i have to worry bout who i'll sit w.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Aaaaaaaaah. Should i go or not? :Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;PS:I know theres errors... Edit them by yourself lo. So clever! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Those simple words hit so hard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They turned my whole world upside down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116255007372034806?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116255007372034806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116255007372034806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116255007372034806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116255007372034806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-dont-care-babe-whos-right-or-wrongi.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116252271571509936</id><published>2006-11-03T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T11:21:33.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take my hand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. We just got to sch, in the com lab now.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up late then went to meet Gf first. Waited for quite sometime before that AhBling came. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Ate breakfast and while walking to sch, we decided to skip lessons.&lt;br /&gt;So Blingbling went home to take moreee money while Gf and i sat under the block just opposite sch. And if we spotted someone coming out from the main gate, we'll run. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to scare Blingbling but ended up getting scared instead. Hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Cos Gf &amp; i were hiding behind the pillar then i popped my head out to look for her &amp;amp; for no reason, i screamed! &amp; that made Gf screamed. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;So funny laaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopped at the playground while on the way to CP. Wahaaaa. Deprived childhood eh? Blingbling &amp;amp; Gf made me screamed again :(&lt;br /&gt;They always bully me laaaaa. Lift me up in some....some exercising thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; then we tried some funny machine and Blingbling says it look like we're f......... Oh, you get what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached CP and went to CS to buy dyes. Blingbling spotted some manager looking at us. He think we wanna steal. &amp;amp; when i went over to him to ask him where the Za products were. You know how whats his respond?&lt;br /&gt;He simply looked at what he's doing and replied! No basic courtesy, no nothing!&lt;br /&gt;Later Blingbling went to pay and he actually called the staff at the counter just to ask how many dyes we bought! Wth! I cannot stand such people laaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;And then we all got really fed up. I know our school's reputation not good but still.........ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so misunderstood. We don't look like bad people what :(&lt;br /&gt;&amp; we have the money to pay OK! Argggggggh! Stuck up people who look down on us. So what if we're only teenagers. We deserve some respect too OK! Thats the problem with people.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; thats not good service. Argh, mood dampen :@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that sourz apple ice cream! jelly jelly jelly! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Decided to go back to sch to attend Mr Lim's lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owell. Can't wait till sch ends.&lt;br /&gt;OMG! * keep laughing at me for no reason -.-&lt;br /&gt;&amp; when C said something about me he laughed at me again.&lt;br /&gt;Very funny meh? Aaaaaaaah. I'm so not comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horsey is so kind!&lt;br /&gt;Took chem notes for us when we didn't turn up for chem today &amp;amp; gave us her notes to copy. Nice friend :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aaaah. Guys playing DOTA now &amp;amp; its so noisy -.-&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaa! Blingbling pronounce Refresh as Reflesh. WAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Cannot stop laughing at her.&lt;br /&gt;Pls REFLESH the page to see edits :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116252271571509936?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116252271571509936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116252271571509936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116252271571509936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116252271571509936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/11/take-my-hand-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116247623869825610</id><published>2006-11-02T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T22:03:58.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why is everyone complaining?&lt;br /&gt;Red not nice meh? Sigh. I LOVE it so make do with it! :(&lt;br /&gt;Its bright and i loveeeeee it. Everyone needs a change.&lt;br /&gt;I've never tried a red layout before so why not?&lt;br /&gt;Same goes for my new hairstyle lo. My point is, one must always be subjected to changes.&lt;br /&gt;So... TRY SOMETHING NEW TODAY! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling kinda pissed off now.&lt;br /&gt;Can't log into Blogger from IE cos my account is having &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cookie&lt;/span&gt; for snack now. Its snacktime!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beautifulstranger-&lt;/span&gt; is hungry OK!&lt;br /&gt;How to fix Cookie problem? Argh! Thank God i've got FF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Blingbling &amp; Gf today. Had breakfast before going to school again.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Corn supposed to meet us eh? But he's lateeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;Went to 5B for chem and i sat at a table with piano keys on it! So niceeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't resist so i took a picture. Heh, shall upload tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be Mr Lim's lesson tomorrow. He said he'll come. Aha &amp;amp; the reason he's being MIA-ing is because he got to invigilate. If he don't come tomorrow......&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; we'll be doing some writing exercises. *yawn*&lt;br /&gt;I actually told him its boring! Haha. Guess i just have to sit in and listen :Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls wanna go to 303 for breakfast tomorrow. I feel like eating meeeeeeeepokpokpok! :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling hungry now :(   Blingbling!!! I want that chocolate waffle.&lt;br /&gt;We'll go crazy again tomorrow. So we hopped across the carpark today and laughed so hard that we had to squat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can play the first page of Into Thin Air already. But DD! i can't play as good as JiangHui la. Heh&lt;br /&gt;Good practice makes perfect! Eh... No no. Good practice makes good...result?&lt;br /&gt;OK, dumb.&lt;br /&gt;DD! what's that hot police guy's name? He's so cuteeeeeeeeeee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy! Cos tomorrow is the last day of extended lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody go YAY!&lt;br /&gt;*YAY!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed Sec3 adventure camp. :(&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go kayaking with Blingbling and splash seawater onto her body.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hit her with that big heavy paddle and go 'Oops, not purposely!'.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna put my paddle down into the water to see how deep the water is.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna scream when those guys knocked into our kayak.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna laugh when we keep paddling round in circles and even scream when we're going too far out!&lt;br /&gt;I missed latenight showers where all the girls had to rush and queue.&lt;br /&gt;I missed sleeping beside Gf &amp; Blingbling and almost kicking Blingbling off the 'bed'.&lt;br /&gt;I missed creeping out of our bunk and then running in again shouting GHOST!!!&lt;br /&gt;I missed shining our torchlights in our bunk.&lt;br /&gt;I missed cheering till we turn hoarse.&lt;br /&gt;I missed having to queue just to wash our utensils.&lt;br /&gt;I missed shouting class cheers and always getting to eat first.&lt;br /&gt;I missed tasteless or simple meals in camp.&lt;br /&gt;I missed all the trainers there. Esp M &amp;amp; Wan Ting. (Gosh! I can still rmb trainer WT's name :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed.... OK, this is so random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye :Z&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like going for Cell tomorrow &amp;amp; i don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Howwwwwwwwwwwwwww. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116247623869825610?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116247623869825610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116247623869825610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116247623869825610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116247623869825610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/11/why-is-everyone-complaining-red-not.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116245126918198608</id><published>2006-11-02T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T15:14:04.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything's supposed to have a happy ending &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But the record keeps skipping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Single, taken or crushing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cccccrushing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Are you happy with your life now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Kinda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. When you meet the right person, do you fall in love with him/her fast?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Right person? Hmm. If its the right person of cos i'll fall in love with him fast laaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Have you ever been heart broken?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Uh huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. Do you believe that there are some circumstances, where cheating love is acceptable?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No wayyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. Would you take someone back even if he/she cheats on you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. Have you ever talked about marriage to someone else before?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. Do you want children?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I wanttttttt! wo yao wo yao wo yao. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9. How many?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;One, two, three, FOUR! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10. Would you ever consider adoption?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;11. If someone likes you now, what do you think is the best way for him/her to let you know his/her feelings?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Face to face, through a letter or anything! Just have to be sincere la and i think confessing online or through text is so eeeew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;12. Do you enjoy getting into relationships?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Being in a relationship is great but i can still live without it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;13. Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Er, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;14. Do you believe you can change someone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Absolutely!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;15. If you could get married somewhere. where would it be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Far farrrrrr away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;16. Do you give in easily when fighting?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No unless you mean &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; to me. &amp;amp; if i'm really in the wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;17. Do you have feelings for someone right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;18. Do you ever wish that you could have had someone but you messed it up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sigh, yah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;19. Have you ever broken a heart?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-.- uh huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;20. If one day your best friend falls in love with the guy/girl you are deeply in love with, what would you do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't know... :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;21. Are you missing anyone right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;YESSSSS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.natalielim-.blogspot.com/"&gt;Spotted&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I love &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; red&lt;/span&gt; red &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red is love,&lt;br /&gt;Red is anger, &lt;br /&gt;Red makes me happy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like I care. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116245126918198608?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116245126918198608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116245126918198608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116245126918198608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116245126918198608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/11/everythings-supposed-to-have-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116237732724973111</id><published>2006-11-01T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T18:35:27.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everybody say YAY!&lt;br /&gt;*YAY*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a hard time finding red classy layout laaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. So make do with this.&lt;br /&gt;I edited it &lt;strong&gt;just the way i want&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Using my own creativity. OK, so no creativity was needed.&lt;br /&gt;But still editing it into my own STYLE is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;first class&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So again, everybody say YAY!&lt;br /&gt;*YAY*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loveeeeeeeeeee it. I loveeeeeeee red even more.&lt;br /&gt;If anyone finds any red classy layout must tell me OK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look like a mushroom :(&lt;br /&gt;so so so..... i cannot leave my house without my hairband!&lt;br /&gt;&amp; upload pictures on fri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waittttttttt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116237732724973111?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116237732724973111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116237732724973111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116237732724973111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116237732724973111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/11/everybody-say-yay-yay-d-i-had-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116236416290463957</id><published>2006-11-01T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T15:58:08.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The kiss that always makes it hard to breathe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The way you know just what I mean&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wanna know a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BIG &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;secret?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I tell you OK! I just got my hair cut!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp; now i have uhm...shorrrrrrrt hair. Above shoulders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aaaaah! I just saw lightning &amp;amp; thunders are scary :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mama! Helppppp! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Blingbling says i look 'damn sporty', Gf says i 'look more like a peanut', maid says its quite OK &amp; my younger bro thinks it made my head look rounddddddd. :Z&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Aaaaaaaaah! Keep nasty comments to yourself or i'll punch you right in the face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hmm.. Maybe i'll bite :) You choose lo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Reasons why i want shorrrrrt hair:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt; can save on shampoo &amp;amp; conditioner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; washing of hair will take a shorter time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; i don't have to tie my hair anymore!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt; i don't have to comb my hair occasionally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt; i like girls... :)))))))))))))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nah, just kidding! Funny right? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I woke up half an hour before lessons start :X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;By the time i reached bus stop, its already 0830. Met Blingbling &amp; Gf and we decided to skip chem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Corn messaged me asking if i reached school yet. Later he met us for breakfast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I took lots of candid shots! *laugh* next top model.....!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Felt so bloated i almost burst! LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Walked to side gate and when security guard saw us coming, he pretended to lock it. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love Horsey laaaaaaaa! She's so nice. Took chem notes from her to copy cos we missed lesson! &amp;amp; you know what she said? "If you don't understand, ask me OK? I see if i can teach you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Muacks muacks! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ipod-ed during math. I can multi-task hurrrrr. Copied chem notes, listen to music on Gf's Nano, talk to Blingbling &amp; listen to Mr Tan teaching math. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh oh! &amp;amp; we made the longest line. 12 tables in a row. Hahaha! Coooooool. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love popping candy! I love lollies better! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;During break, those guys went to blast music on classroom speakers. Hah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Party~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Didn't go for english class. Hmm, cos Mr Lim didn't come today! Right? Don't plan to stay anyway.. Went to Blingbling's house for awhile. Saw my godson the hamster... Is his name shampoo or oreo? Ehh. So i stuck my finger in wanting to let him smell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But guess what? He bite it instead!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I shrieked and pulled my finger out. Wth -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shouted across the road for PX and hide behind the bushes but she knew it was us laaaa. Blingbling and Gf didn't hide in time. Tskkkkk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Skipped&lt;/span&gt; across carpark. Haha! Haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went home &amp; later met Blingbling and Gf again at PP. Yay! I managed to scare Blingbling. She got such a fright that she shouted and starting cursing. Wahahahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;LG &lt;strong&gt;Pink&lt;/strong&gt; Chocolateeeeeeeeeeee! Chocolate! Chocolate! Chocolate! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After cutting my hair, i went to buy bobbletee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Placed my order already but this lady came and asked me again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It sounded like 'order ren'. LOL! Cos she spoke in a funny ermm...accent. She can't pronounce her words properly. :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lady: Order ren?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: Huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lady: Order ren?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: Huh? Order ren??!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Blingbling: Order already?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The 3 of us burst out laughing. Couldn't stop. Think she got so embarrassed she went away :Z&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Aaaah! So sorry :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Poked my straw into my bobbletee. Gf starting laughing at me followed by Blingbling. Both of them were squatting on the floor and pointing to my shirt laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've got Honey Milk Teeeea stain on my shirt! Pffts :Z&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went to Watson,Watsons, Watever to buy dyes. Don't know what we were laughing about. Laughed so hard that we ended up sitting on the floors. Gf showed me something and i replied with a 'oooooh. cooooooooooool.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then Blingbling pushed me onto the floor &amp;amp; Gf did the same -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So i pushed Gf back and Gf pushed Blingbling so hard that she nearly 'fly' out of Watsons with the dye in her hands!!! ROFL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Later spotted a staff standing somewhere near us reading newspaper. She's only pretending. Tsk, more like watching over us to see if we'll steal right? -_________-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We are good girls. Bought purple dyes. I want bright red &amp; electric blue! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Stupid&lt;/s&gt; Blingbling wanted to highlight her hair blonde or more like white.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;amp; Blingbling went to take a box of c****m from the counter and showed it to us, laughing. Pervert!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I saw Bananas in Pyjamas! Where's my B1?! Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Turns to Gf &amp;amp; Blingbling: Biantai!!! -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We kept biantai-ing at everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh! And its publicfly not housefly(inside joke) LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you get what i mean. Hmm... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WE ROCK! WE STONE! WE PEBBLE! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Silly willy. Biantai!!!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Waaah. Blogskins so kind ah? Always screw up or having database issues when i wanna search for a new layout. Thank you! Thank you! :@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, I know I could say we’re through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And tell myself I’m over you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But even if I made a vow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A promise not to miss you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now and try to hide the truth inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I fail cause I just can’t live a lie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116236416290463957?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116236416290463957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116236416290463957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116236416290463957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116236416290463957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/11/kiss-that-always-makes-it-hard-to.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116228700392153293</id><published>2006-10-31T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T17:30:03.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're cinematic razor sharp &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A welcome arrow through the heart&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy dayyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;Fake smiles and laughters? Not really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly girl messaged me. Made me smile for a minute and then i became moody.&lt;br /&gt;And now we're talking again. But it don't seem the same anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I'll tryyyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing i have GNK on sunday. I don't have to face you.&lt;br /&gt;Very awkward!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its dumb. We don't even know each other well.&lt;br /&gt;We don't talk much :Z  So how can........???&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, love is unexplainable.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt; in dec :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;Yesyes! I'm gonna cut my hair soon!&lt;br /&gt;Dye dye dyeeeeeeeeee. Purple, red, blue, brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanna listen to music OK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why not you do it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I AM SO NOT HAPPY!!!!!! &gt;:@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Allister- Somewhere On Fullerton&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please don't go away.&lt;br /&gt;I want this feeling to stay with me forever.&lt;br /&gt;Forever. I said,&lt;br /&gt;Please don't go away.&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to stay with me forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word. Niceeeeeeeeeee! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me a chance to hold on &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just give me something to hold onto&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116228700392153293?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116228700392153293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116228700392153293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116228700392153293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116228700392153293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/10/youre-cinematic-razor-sharp-welcome.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116220890985485059</id><published>2006-10-30T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T19:50:47.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cast of Goong2 would be different!&lt;br /&gt;Check this out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cherry-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.cherry-sweetmoments.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see post Oct 25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yesyes. I found Gokusen2 soundtracks :)&lt;br /&gt;I love Jin! Akanishi Jin :) :) :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling really whatever now.&lt;br /&gt;So.....argh. I wanna cry but can't.&lt;br /&gt;I hate this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;you know. it seems likee................&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel like going for extra lessons tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;dumb dumb.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:'(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you left me alone... :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116220890985485059?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116220890985485059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116220890985485059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116220890985485059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116220890985485059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/10/cast-of-goong2-would-be-different.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116220026085209165</id><published>2006-10-30T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T18:12:13.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;stretch, stretch, stretch :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God really have a great sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;gave offering though i'm kinda tight on cash.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; just today Mummy gave me all the coins she has.&lt;br /&gt;and its like 3 times more than what i gave for offering yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;is it amazing or is it amazing?!?&lt;br /&gt;Daddy God is just so cuteeeeeee! hehe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog hopped and saw something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; are a couple!&lt;br /&gt;made me smile cos of the (insert suitable word here)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've got this look I can't describe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You make me feel I'm alive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When everything else is a fake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without a doubt you're by my side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116220026085209165?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116220026085209165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116220026085209165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116220026085209165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116220026085209165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/10/stretch-stretch-stretch-god-really.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116218995793469960</id><published>2006-10-30T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T16:27:53.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i need a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; laugh.&lt;br /&gt;like HAHAHA! HAHAHA! HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;*ROFL*&lt;br /&gt;*LMAO*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/q51375560.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy God, what is happening?&lt;br /&gt;why am i feeling this way?&lt;br /&gt;why, oh why. why, why, tell me why :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/z57340218.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, the problem with Amanda is...&lt;br /&gt;she gets excited whenever she makes a new friend.&lt;br /&gt;and then she'll start telling that person almost everything.&lt;br /&gt;but that person whom she only got closer to two months ago put words into her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;letting out info 'bout their daily convos. this made her extremely upset :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the problem with&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Amanda is, she trust too easily.&lt;br /&gt;expecting all she know to be good people. she thinks everything is perfect, everyone is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the problem with&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Amanda is, she is too naive.&lt;br /&gt;but Amanda didn't hesitate to tell DD, she didn't like it.&lt;br /&gt;DD didn't reply and Amanda got even more upset :Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe its cos you mean so much as a friend to me? i'm not angry just upset...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why did things turned out this way?&lt;br /&gt;she's thinking...maybe she don't belong here. &lt;em&gt;afterall, you guys know one another long before i even stepped in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;** Person's initials changed to protect identity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i have no one to turn to. no one to talk to :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe everyone should have different friends to talk 'bout different stuff.&lt;br /&gt;like for example, i tell Gf my personal problems.&lt;br /&gt;i talk to Blingbling when i have relationship problems or simply talk 'bout fashion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna pull out from youth camp. aaaaaaaah. but its too late since i have already made payment :Z&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna be alone then. hope it won't be awkward when i see you again..&lt;br /&gt;how nice would it be if you just have to say 'Goodbye World' &amp; POOF off you go to heaven :)&lt;br /&gt;OK, that's just a selfish thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God says its through suffering where we'll grow closer to Him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;went to ViVo for the very first time yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;its nothing much, really. didn't leave much of an impression on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mummy wanted to bring me to Forever21 but didn't have much time to shop :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i wanna go again! i'm gonna find someone to walk with me in the waddling pool :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Daddy had talks with U.Lionel &amp;amp; A.Serene 'bout buying over XXX company. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;its not finalise yet so i shall not reveal the company's name. just that its a BIG one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;you can see it almost everywhere on the streets :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so keep praying! really hope we can get the company then... YAHOO! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Daddy told me U.Lionel wanted to set up a PI company at first then roped Daddy in to help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i was thinking...maybe i can work as a PI during my holidays. that would be fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haha. i must be watching too much of Into Thin Air already/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;can't wait for bangkok trip! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;going on a shopping spreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~~~ :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;is that the only thing that can cheer me up now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;uhm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;terrorised by kids :Z&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;first by my younger brother.. he chased me around the house with a worm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i was screaming and almost in tears. &amp; i had to keep pleading him to stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;geez, i'm super afraid of worms! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the other time was when Sher, my Genting SpaceShot partner kept tickling me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;she didn't wanna stop laaaaaa. she thinks its fun to see me 'jump'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;worms &amp;amp; tickles are sooooooo soooooooo soooooooooooooooooo scary!!! :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;thanks Gf for the chocolates today. heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;thanks for making me laugh so hard too. i'll always look at your spastic photo when i'm sad OK?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;know you meant well when you hit my back to stop me from hiccupping but you hit a little too hard ah... *thud*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and i didn't know hitting backs can stop hiccups. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SH said i'm cute :) not once but twice! *puts twist close to cheek*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;pffts. you're just jealous. heh heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;BIG BROWN BEAR TOMORROW!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;long awaited. *anticipating*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;everybody got YAHOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! :DDDDDDDDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'm gonna get a big brown bear tomorrow. lalala~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28OCT&lt;/strong&gt;, HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; SHANEL LIM NELMEOW&lt;/span&gt;. *meow* :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;really really really sorry that i forgot your birthday :Z&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;seems like things have changed yeah? will not forget the times we spent together when we were in sec1. and our very first take of neoprint, is still with me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="192" alt="Kiss kiss" src="http://static.flickr.com/89/226954381_8a6f11eec2_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img height="120" alt="Random" src="http://static.flickr.com/84/226953412_8a6c75b367_o.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="120" alt="Mirror mirror" src="http://static.flickr.com/83/226952660_fbc4dc7111_m.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still remember this...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="Newspapers as pants" src="http://static.flickr.com/69/194666243_a444c2e6e8_m.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you, forever and ever babe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;30OCT, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;VIOLET&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; VALERIE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;TWINS TWINS TWINS! how cool ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116218995793469960?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116218995793469960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116218995793469960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116218995793469960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116218995793469960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-need-good-laugh.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/Lovely%20avatars/th_q51375560.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116202527471346786</id><published>2006-10-28T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T16:47:54.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why are you always like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cos i'm like that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does monday come before tuesday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;because sunday come before monday that's why monday come before tuesday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's your mobile number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;92353535 Pizza Hut delivery!~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i have this dance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sure, take it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were everything, everything that i wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and all of our memories, so close to me, just fade away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all this time you were pretending.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so much for &lt;strong&gt;my happy ending.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116202527471346786?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116202527471346786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116202527471346786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116202527471346786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116202527471346786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/10/why-are-you-always-like-that-cos-im.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116201584246945812</id><published>2006-10-28T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T14:19:50.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;facade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything looks so fine on the outside.&lt;br /&gt;but no one knows how hurt i feel deep down inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just when i thought things had changed for the better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i think i'm expecting too much for this friendship which started not too long ago.&lt;br /&gt;the more i know you, the deeper hurt i'd feel.&lt;br /&gt;just so attached&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried putting on a brave front. hoping things would be fine after awhile.&lt;br /&gt;lying to myself that i'm just being a tad too sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;but how long more do i have to go on lying to myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;always look on the bright side of life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;lalalalala~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling really drained...emotionally, physically and maybe, spiritually?&lt;br /&gt;just gimme a break will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;promises. hah. its all lies.&lt;br /&gt;please don't promise something you can't keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;sorry if anyone got affected by i don't know what after reading this.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously need to let it out, man.&lt;br /&gt;so bottled up deep inside.&lt;br /&gt;guess i won't be telling you most of my problems now.&lt;br /&gt;you don't seem to trust me anyway and it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;the benefit of doubt? geez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: is IE,FF &amp; MSN working well for you guys? it seem so screwed up on my server. laggy! :S&lt;br /&gt;damn internet. yes, damn it. ARGH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i can play part of &lt;strong&gt;into thin air&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;thanks to those who offered to help find the scores for me and send it to me in some overture prog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;greatly appreciated but i got it already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;brother says i'm becoming cheena. sheesh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116201584246945812?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116201584246945812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116201584246945812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116201584246945812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116201584246945812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/10/facade-everything-looks-so-fine-on.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116193183760118898</id><published>2006-10-27T14:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T14:50:37.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/knZ3FbCWnZM" width="280" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Into Thin Air- Bernice Liu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it sounds really really nice on the piano! :D  go search for the piano versions on youtube. &lt;br /&gt; and thanks to someone i managed to find the piano sheet to it! yay...! going to studio to practice later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm gonna master Into Thin Air :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh and its a great show too! haha. i love HK shows. canto! canto! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS: anyone looking for the piano sheet for ITA can go get it from here &gt;&gt; &lt;a href="http://forums.cinple.net/berniceliu/index.cgi?read=13836"&gt;http://forums.cinple.net/berniceliu/index.cgi?read=13836&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116193183760118898?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116193183760118898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116193183760118898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116193183760118898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116193183760118898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/10/into-thin-air-bernice-liu-_116193183760118898.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116186526594471419</id><published>2006-10-26T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T20:23:20.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AMANDA!!! YOU'RE SUCH AN SSS.&lt;br /&gt;CAPITAL SSS! BIG BIG SSS :@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling really fed up with myself. with girls.&lt;br /&gt;why must i cause hurt and misery around people i care for?&lt;br /&gt;although i'm not involved. i still feel............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cheer up, i'll share your burden!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. enough.&lt;br /&gt;emo emo emo.&lt;br /&gt;emo elmo emo elmo eeeeeeemo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'LL BITE! GO AWAY. GO AWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;spread the lovee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let justice and praise, become my embrace...&lt;br /&gt;everlasting, your light will shine when all else fades.&lt;br /&gt;never ending, your glory goes beyond all fame.&lt;br /&gt;and the cry of my heart is to bring you praise.&lt;br /&gt;from the inside out, Lord my soul cries out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE ACOUSTIC SONGS. BRING IT ON, MAN!&lt;br /&gt;GIMME MORE ACOUSTIC SONGS. ACOUSTIC(S) ARE NICEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;COMFORT FOOD DON'T REALLY HELP ANYMORE.&lt;br /&gt;I NEED MUSIC!!! MUSIC IS MY PAINKILLER........!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;happy pill, happy pill, happy pill, happy pill, happy pill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want someone crazy to make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;kick the pomelo all you want, do stupid stuff, do anything!&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna smile.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm gonna lift your name up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116186526594471419?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116186526594471419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116186526594471419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116186526594471419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116186526594471419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/10/amanda-youre-such-sss.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116184978671382298</id><published>2006-10-26T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T16:11:36.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;it wasn't meant to be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#1&lt;/strong&gt; I kicked a pomelo thrice. HEHE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#2&lt;/strong&gt; I burped and Gf said it smelt like fart :Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#3&lt;/strong&gt; 4 packets of Lays chips, 2 Chuka Hotate, 3 Chuka Kurage, medium iced milk tea, two bowls of porridge, two sticks of seafood stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#4&lt;/strong&gt; Wow. School is finally over! Time to celebrate! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#5&lt;/strong&gt; Goodbye 3C 2006, hello 4C 2007. Congrats to all those who got promoted and to those who retained, TOO BAD :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#6&lt;/strong&gt; I don't want the three of them to get expel from school :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#7&lt;/strong&gt; So we can celebrate and hold a BBQ @ JJ's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#8&lt;/strong&gt; I hate the smell of nail polish :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#9&lt;/strong&gt; I'm over a Gf's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#10&lt;/strong&gt; She talked too much today. (Like how that indian man got more hair than me -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#11&lt;/strong&gt; I'm gonna help clean her room later ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#12&lt;/strong&gt; What did that Apple said to the Orange?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#13&lt;/strong&gt; Go Figure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#14&lt;/strong&gt; This is soooooooo random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#15&lt;/strong&gt; Well, goodbye. Over &amp; out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was singing to Ni...Wo Shi Sha Gua when she suddenly cut off the sound :(&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; so she kept laughing at me. Selfish mean woman! I don't help you clean your room ah!&lt;br /&gt;- ehh. at least i help you sing lor. -&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; paint my pinkie pink? Heh! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just don't like it :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116184978671382298?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116184978671382298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116184978671382298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116184978671382298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116184978671382298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/10/it-wasnt-meant-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116177002202852473</id><published>2006-10-25T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:18:55.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>raison d’être says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*croak*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stars looking at our planet, watching entropy and pain. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*squeak*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raison d’être says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*oink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stars looking at our planet, watching entropy and pain. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*quack*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raison d’être says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*woof*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;stars looking at our planet, watching entropy and pain. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*meow*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raison d’être says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*shhh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stars looking at our planet, watching entropy and pain. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;got meh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raison d’être says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i just invented de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stars looking at our planet, watching entropy and pain. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*faint*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stars looking at our planet, watching entropy and pain. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;now my turn. not bcos you cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stars looking at our planet, watching entropy and pain. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raison d’être says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raison d’être says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*hiss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;stars looking at our planet, watching entropy and pain. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stars looking at our planet, watching entropy and pain. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*mehhhhhh!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raison d’être says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(actually i wanted to type this but dunno why came out as shh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raison d’être says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;=x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stars looking at our planet, watching entropy and pain. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haha. i knew it. i am tiancai250!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stars looking at our planet, watching entropy and pain. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raison d’être says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raison d’être says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;@__@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see! you're being funny again, Mr Mo! i TOAD you so. haha&lt;br /&gt;so don't blame me for posting our convos. should feel honoured instead! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now everybody must call me tiancai250!!! muahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, changed my tiancai to 25 instead. cos Mr Mo thinks the bigger the number the higher rank they are.&lt;br /&gt;he is tiancai205 and i wanna be 250 but he said cannot! mean right?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; now i'm officially part of the tiancai club! TADAH~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raison d’être says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;u can be the........ secretary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;stars looking at our planet, watching entropy and pain. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stars looking at our planet, watching entropy and pain. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i wanna be the vice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raison d’être says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raison d’être says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but i'm already the vice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raison d’être says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and the president too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raison d’être says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;add together become vice-president!! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;stars looking at our planet, watching entropy and pain. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;how can???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raison d’être says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;super combo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;stars looking at our planet, watching entropy and pain. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stars looking at our planet, watching entropy and pain. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raison d’être says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;yesssssssssssssssss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stars looking at our planet, watching entropy and pain. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;wo bu yao! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raison d’être says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;that's why vice-president is always more powerful than president (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raison d’être says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;secretary good leh... can act chio and walk around like some posh person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;stars looking at our planet, watching entropy and pain. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stars looking at our planet, watching entropy and pain. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i don't wanna act chio leh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stars looking at our planet, watching entropy and pain. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;act no good must &lt;strong&gt;be&lt;/strong&gt; chio better right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stars looking at our planet, watching entropy and pain. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raison d’être says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;u've got a point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stars looking at our planet, watching entropy and pain. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raison d’être says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;so i'll upgrade u to chief secretary want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;stars looking at our planet, watching entropy and pain. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;we'll bring that up at the next meeting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stars looking at our planet, watching entropy and pain. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;don't want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;stars looking at our planet, watching entropy and pain. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i wanna be VICE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stars looking at our planet, watching entropy and pain. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;VICE VICE VICE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raison d’être says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ok fine fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raison d’être says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;vice secretary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stars looking at our planet, watching entropy and pain. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;:'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, now thats the full of nonsense Mr Mo for you and our convo.&lt;br /&gt;the convo is not nonsense OK! its our board's meeting. *clears throat*&lt;br /&gt;OK, even if it is nonsense, it only became nonsense cos he's inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh??? what talking me? cannot!&lt;br /&gt;the vice president of tiancai club, which is ME *ahem*, cannot behave like this in public.&lt;br /&gt;till then. tata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: we're looking for more tiancais to join the tiancai club! if you happen to like the number 2 and 5 please feel free to approach Mr Mo and i. :)&lt;br /&gt;and oh, if you're wondering what we do in the tiancai club,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;raison d’être says:&lt;br /&gt;we do tiancai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;stuff &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;raison d’être says:&lt;br /&gt;like really smart stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. wise words from our president. haha!&lt;br /&gt;and if you know of anybody who likes the number 2 and 5, please help to refer them to us.&lt;br /&gt;you'll get commission!(joking about that)&lt;br /&gt;hurhurrrrrrrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;this is not nonsense. YOU ARE NONSENSE.&lt;br /&gt;ohoh, public image. public image :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this entry marks the 110th post. yay for 5ivemilesahead- !&lt;br /&gt;wan sui!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116177002202852473?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116177002202852473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116177002202852473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116177002202852473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116177002202852473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/10/raison-dtre-says-croak-stars-looking.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116176765596959306</id><published>2006-10-25T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T17:22:33.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;time turns the page&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made a stranger smiled today :)&lt;br /&gt;bus was packed and this old man couldn't get a seat. i was sitting down while he was standing, back facing towards me. i was thinking how to ask him to take my place. so i stood up and spoke in mandarin 'uncle, ni zuo'. at first he said it was alright but i asked him the second time and he sat down, thanking me with a big smile :)&lt;br /&gt;now that's christianity in action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing that pisses me off is that those people onboard were so ignorant!!! they don't give a damn or maybe they're waiting for someone to give up the seat instead.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it whenever the bus turns. and i think they should make the rails smaller cos i can't grab properly :/&lt;br /&gt;and i'm always 'flying/dancing around' whenever the bus jerks. stupid big math file in my hands, stupid books in my bag made it difficult for me to stand still.&lt;br /&gt;it was so embarrassing! *digs hole and hide*&lt;br /&gt;later i got a seat. maybe God knew i couldn't hold on any longer(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he's so indifferent. sigh. wait, or maybe not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made plans to sneak out during lessons just to buy food but to no avail. pffts..&lt;br /&gt;school is boring me... but thank God, tomorrow is the last day! YAHOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;eh wait. there's still 1 week of extended prog. *pouts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought alot of stuff and went up to the 2nd floor but we got chased away by the security guard :(&lt;br /&gt;so we went to a corner to hide and just sat there crapping. oh, thats also the time when i started talking with that funny cheena accent.&lt;br /&gt;Gf bought alot of stuff with just a swipe of her card. cool right? haha. the best time to wriggle something out from her? is when she bring her card.&lt;br /&gt;haha. just joking :D you know me right? LOL&lt;br /&gt;i kept irrtating Gf with that fake funny cheena accent. and then she joined in -.-&lt;br /&gt;bought ice cream and sat outside of CP, eating and just watching vehicles go by.&lt;br /&gt;couldn't stop laughing when Gf broke her spoon! *roll on floor laughing* w-o-w. power of a man eh? :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gf and i were talking bout those guys who approached people asking them for donations, prepared what we wanted to say to them if they're gonna approach us.&lt;br /&gt;the last time i went like 'EEEK! DON'T APPROACH ME!' and then i ran away. that guy kept laughing at me la :Z&lt;br /&gt;so we thought of saying something really lame...&lt;br /&gt;read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy&lt;/strong&gt; hi miss *goes on talking bout how poor they are, no more to go school, need money for treatment, yadda yadda....*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gf&lt;/strong&gt; card can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt; eh. i don't know. my mama told me not to anyhow talk to strangers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true enough. one guy came to approached us. Gf pushed open the door and he went to pull it back -_________-&lt;br /&gt;cannot escape! we wanted to tell him what we planned to say but he didn't even smile so we didn't dare joke.&lt;br /&gt;when we said no, his face was as black as hmm..thunder.&lt;br /&gt;argh! that's no way to ask something from people lo. be it street sales, surveys or donations.&lt;br /&gt;always approach people with a smile and thank them even though they refused to whatever. geddit?&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos, all this asking for donations on files all cheat people money one lo.&lt;br /&gt;who also can do.&lt;br /&gt;i don't believe any of this......this shit stuff anymore! the last time i gave 10bucks.&lt;br /&gt;and i think its enough. time to stop all these nonsense. man................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;still thinking if i should consider that job offer.&lt;br /&gt;$1400 a month... tell me what should i do :Z&lt;br /&gt;maybe i can pay for youth camp fees on my own. the whole bangkok trip and my school books?&lt;br /&gt;oh oh! and i wanna get my T50!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other day we were walking up the spiral staircase when mic pointed out a black thingy to me.&lt;br /&gt;turned out to be a cockroach! i squeaked and started telling everyone there's a cockroach. haha.&lt;br /&gt;then i stood at the 3rd floor of the spiral staircase and looked down.&lt;br /&gt;laughing at random people when they saw the cockroach. their reaction were so funny la! haha.&lt;br /&gt;those girls screamed and Gf &amp; i were at the top, laughing really loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMILE, YOU'RE ON CANDID CAMERA! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you Gf for the chocolates and mints. haha, surprise tomorrow! :D&lt;br /&gt;loveeeeeeeeeee;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: oh oh! just realised how nice SwitchFoot's Meant To Live sounded on my speaker. guitar? solo on two different sides. eh... if you get what i mean. LOOP IT! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116176765596959306?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116176765596959306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116176765596959306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116176765596959306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116176765596959306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/10/time-turns-page-i-made-stranger-smiled.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116168590821532358</id><published>2006-10-24T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T18:31:48.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm trying my best to type while holding the phone to my ear.&lt;br /&gt;haha. i'm talking to Gf!!!!! she got me a tin of sweets! mintsssssssssZ&lt;br /&gt;omg! i love mints! teehee~&lt;br /&gt;she so sweet right?&lt;br /&gt;hmm... i'm gonna get last-day-of-school2006 gifts tmr :D&lt;br /&gt;Gf, pei wo! heh. she's gonna give me a surprise on thurs!&lt;br /&gt;omg again! i love surprises. hehe OK, i'm offfffffffff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pardon for mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;typing w one hand la. just wanna tell the whole world how sweet Gf is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL :)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116168590821532358?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116168590821532358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116168590821532358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116168590821532358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116168590821532358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-trying-my-best-to-type-while.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116168197390422246</id><published>2006-10-24T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T17:39:02.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i'm standing on the edge of me&lt;br /&gt;standing at the edge of everything i've never been before &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#330000" flashvars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;amp;filepath=http://floww.ifrance.com/rockus/radio.blog/sounds/Switchfoot - Meant To Live.swf&amp;colors=body:#330000;border:#FF0000;button:#FF0000;player_text:#FCFCFC;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/45343/meant_to_live/Switchfoot%20-%20Meant%20To%20Live%20(Acoustic)"&gt;Switchfoot - Meant To Live (Acoustic)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CLICK LINK FOR ACOUSTIC VER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fumbling his confidence&lt;br /&gt;And wondering why the world has passed him by&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that he’s bent for more than arguments&lt;br /&gt;And failed attempts to fly, fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to live for so much more&lt;br /&gt;Have we lost ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere we live inside&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere we live inside&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to live for so much more&lt;br /&gt;Have we lost ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere we live inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming about Providence&lt;br /&gt;And whether mice or men have second tries&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we’ve been livin with our eyes half open&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we’re bent and broken, broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to live for so much more&lt;br /&gt;Have we lost ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere we live inside&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere we live inside&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to live for so much more&lt;br /&gt;Have we lost ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere we live inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want more than this world’s got to offer&lt;br /&gt;We want more than this world’s got to offer&lt;br /&gt;We want more than the wars of our fathers&lt;br /&gt;And everything inside screams for second life yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to live for so much more&lt;br /&gt;Have we lost ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to live for so much more&lt;br /&gt;Have we lost ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to live for so much more&lt;br /&gt;Have we lost ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to live&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i'm on fire when you're near me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm on fire when you speak.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm on fire burning out these mysteries.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116168197390422246?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116168197390422246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116168197390422246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116168197390422246'/><link rel='self' 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in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so mesmerizing, so hypnotizing. i am captivated.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;too deep now to ever swim against the current so let me slip away...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worst lunch ever. i hate you for making all of us cry.&lt;br /&gt;how long more am i gonna protect &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's no need for me to explain it all.&lt;br /&gt;i just need someone to talk to. someone to listen.&lt;br /&gt;and someone to hug me tight.&lt;br /&gt;just someone to assure me its gonna be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, i need a hug badly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: thanks to all those hug-gers. greatly appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;and to Gf for going all the way to Marina Sq just to get me starburst lolly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;oh! happy birthday shawn! blessed 14th.&lt;br /&gt;that funny guy who thinks calling him funny is an insult. hurhurrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;you're so qian bian thats why........... :P&lt;br /&gt;sorry eh, its your birthday and i didn't go to Sentosa though you asked me to.&lt;br /&gt;heh, really sorry but its like damn last min laaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but you promised...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116167487716330853?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116167487716330853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116167487716330853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116167487716330853'/><link 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walking or continue taking the wrong path?&lt;br /&gt;life alone is a journey where you don't know where the end is. yet in this single journey, we often find ourselves at different crossroads.&lt;br /&gt;how many correct paths did we take? how many wrong turns did we take before we got the correct one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;you thought i would have never know. i'm disappointed in you.&lt;br /&gt;you promised it won't happen and yet...sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i hate people like you. yes, people who don't stick to their promises.&lt;br /&gt;you said its impossible but still it happened. why?&lt;br /&gt;i seriously HAD ENOUGH! i'm sick of questioning you and trying to bring you back to the correct path, if there is.&lt;br /&gt;you made me feel really lousy. after countless attempts, i thought i finally did it but again, you're back to square one.&lt;br /&gt;its hurts me to see you behaving this way. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;are you desperate or are you desperate?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't bother to question you. i'll just keep mum and act like i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;just to let you know, i'm here if you ever need me. i will be there.&lt;br /&gt;not asking doesn't mean i don't care. i'll just wait silently hoping one day you'll come clean.&lt;br /&gt;i think thats the least i can do. in case you find me irritating.&lt;br /&gt;and when the time comes, please don't brush me aside.&lt;br /&gt;i really wanna help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yet tears roll down again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why you look so sad?&lt;br /&gt;tears are in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;don’t be ashamed to cry&lt;br /&gt;let me see you through&lt;br /&gt;cause i’ve seen the dark side too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if you’re mad, get mad&lt;br /&gt;don’t hold it all inside&lt;br /&gt;come on and talk to me now&lt;br /&gt;hey, what you got to hide?&lt;br /&gt;i get angry too&lt;br /&gt;well i’m a lot like you&lt;br /&gt;when you’re standing at the crossroads&lt;br /&gt;and don’t know which path to choose&lt;br /&gt;let me come along&lt;br /&gt;cause even if you’re wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i’ll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;i'll stand by you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116157588040610237?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116157588040610237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116157588040610237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116157588040610237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Are you nerdier? Click here to find out!" src="http://www.nerdtests.com/images/ft/nq.php?val=5519" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely not nerdy, you are probably cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger's so screwed, i can't seem to post videos. aaaaaaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;i've got nice ones to post up.&lt;br /&gt;DUHHHHHHHHHHHH too bad :Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will come back laterrrrrrrrrrrrr;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116157221851839108?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116157221851839108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116157221851839108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116157221851839108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116157221851839108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/10/definitely-not-nerdy-you-are-probably.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116151306520135324</id><published>2006-10-22T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T19:58:44.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>playing: &lt;a href="http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/118508//Kelly%20Clarkson%20-%20Because%20Of%20You%20(Acoustic%20MTV%20Live)"&gt;Kelly Clarkson - Because Of You (Acoustic MTV Live)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello hello! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally understand what it means by&lt;strong&gt; everything happens for a reason&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;haha. i'm gonna link the events and thank certain people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eudora was feeling really down but alright today.&lt;br /&gt;pretence eh? what a great pretender~&lt;br /&gt;haha. no la, just joking. i gave Eudora chocolates and a handwritten 5 page long(i write until my pen ran out of ink!!!) letter today.&lt;br /&gt;heh heh. and she said i'm her sweetest and nicest friend so farrrrrrrrrr :D&lt;br /&gt;hope you're feeling better after reading it. oh and its not something i made up and wrote using my small brain but something i 'copy and paste' from the book, Inspiring Words For Women which my dear Piggy got for me on my 15th birthday. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;thank God for Piggy and the book.&lt;br /&gt;the book sure came in handy. thank you once again my beloved Piggy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after church, waited for Constance's meeting to end. so Jaime and i just sat around and talked.&lt;br /&gt;we CAN talk alot. told her lots of stuff even bad memories. i'm trying to get her to come for Youth. i know i can do it through God! so pray pray pray! :D&lt;br /&gt;i was feeling really hungry la but we still chatted anyway. Constance's meeting took so long but i saw a good side of it. at least i got more time to just talk to Jaime :)&lt;br /&gt;we had fun at Tampines Mall. i wanted to get that giant colourful lolly, Eudora say have la! cheat my feelings :Z&lt;br /&gt;i got really excited as i had green rice for lunch. haha. i went like 'oh oh! lookkkkkk! greeeeeeeen rice!!!!!'. haha.&lt;br /&gt;bought takopachi and ended up watching how people make and flip takopachi/japanese octopus balls. so fun! haha.&lt;br /&gt;Constance is right, we're always learning something new when we're out. like last sunday, learn more about expensive chocolates at PS.&lt;br /&gt;oh oh! and a good thing we're having a beach session on our Youth Anniversary. took the chance to ask Jaime to attend. heh.&lt;br /&gt;thank God for good fellowship today. and thank you Constance and Jaime for spending this time together. too bad Wei En couldn't come cos she's sick! may God bless her with good health so she can enjoy her upcoming holidays! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waited for bus and when it arrived all those kiasu singaporeans went to the front. some even cut my queue and i allowed them to...till i was one of the last to board :Z&lt;br /&gt;noisy kids in the bus. so inconsiderate! its fine if they don't give up their seats to people who need it but talking loudly, playing &lt;em&gt;zhong ji mi ma&lt;/em&gt; and throwing toys around in the bus is soooooooo.....argh! what if they distract the bus driver?&lt;br /&gt;such kids deserve to get tied to the chair and have oranges stuffed in their mouths :/&lt;br /&gt;muahahahahaha! i sound so evil but seriously, i cannot stand them!!! oh and why oranges? don't ask me it just came into my mind like that looooooo. hurhurrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;gosh! can't believe i actually tapped an old uncle on his shoulder and asked if he wanna sit :)&lt;br /&gt;but later he smiled and asked me to sit instead as he was getting off at the next stop. then two guys did the same thing which made me smile. at least i know, there are still little angels around. thank God for such people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i pangseh Corn today. haha. sorry la. but at least you went for lunch with different people, made more friends and got a treat right? heh.&lt;br /&gt;see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything happens for a reason :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i think i sound really hmm... weird. i don't know how to explain.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm like so different now. haha.&lt;br /&gt;see how God can change a person? hmm... its only in WRPF where i grow spiritually.&lt;br /&gt;thank God for WRPF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for Youth Camp. somehow got myself 'signed up' for worship for Youth camp.&lt;br /&gt;i can't waitttttttttt! haha :D&lt;br /&gt;Youth camp spells f-u-n.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna get closer to &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFLECTION!!!&lt;br /&gt;*dies*&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did it! i managed to ignore Elmo today. but not totally.&lt;br /&gt;Elmo is a bad guy...!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! poots :(&lt;br /&gt;so no more death note lo? i wanna see L! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;i said this once and i'm gonna say it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; look really cute when &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;'re shy! :)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. gonna visit a few blogs then off i go to watch Meet The Fockers on HBO at 8pm ;)&lt;br /&gt;still wondering if i wanna cut my hair. hmm.. maybe not. cos i sort of like my hair now.&lt;br /&gt;haha. about the dye thingy, Mummy won't allow me! she says i'll look like a skunk or she's afraid i'll look ah lian. haha. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no school tomorrow cos its promotion day! haha.&lt;br /&gt;hmm. man, i don't know why but i don't feel sorry for those who can't get promoted.&lt;br /&gt;i can only say one thing, too bad.&lt;br /&gt;its not like i don't care but i guess its enough. aiya, those who don't know anything shut up OK?&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna chiong next year. so i guess lesser people means can concentrate more?&lt;br /&gt;yesyes, i'm taking Ns :Z&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm not that smart la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that's why we're two worlds apart...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK! goodbye people :DDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;know there's errors but i'm lazy to edit lo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;time check: 7.45pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116151306520135324?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116151306520135324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116151306520135324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116151306520135324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116151306520135324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/10/playing-kelly-clarkson-because-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116142046521557624</id><published>2006-10-21T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T16:47:45.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Perhaps Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember from when it was.&lt;br /&gt;That I started thinking about you.&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts would appear about twice.&lt;br /&gt;They kept expanding and I felt a bit surprised.&lt;br /&gt;I kept thinking to myself that it was nothing.&lt;br /&gt;But it was awkward when I talked to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it love?&lt;br /&gt;If you're thinking the same, then is it the start for us?&lt;br /&gt;My heart keeps loving you.&lt;br /&gt;Its screaming for the whole world to hear.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that I hear it now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've found love now that I've found you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116142046521557624?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116142046521557624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116142046521557624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116142046521557624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116142046521557624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/10/perhaps-love-i-dont-remember-from-when.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116141758952636319</id><published>2006-10-21T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T16:00:45.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cheer up Eudora. i'm here, God is here.&lt;br /&gt;:) must come tomorrow OK!&lt;br /&gt;I got something soooooooooooo sweet to give to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Present suffering may pass,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lord your mercy will last.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm your confidant and you're mine.&lt;br /&gt;SMILE! YOU'RE ON CANDID CAMERA!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smile smile smile smile smile&lt;br /&gt;i'll sing to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti Ti Ti Ti Ti Dora&lt;br /&gt;Ti Ti Ti Ti Ti Dora&lt;br /&gt;Ti Ti Ti Ti Ti Dora&lt;br /&gt;Dora the exploraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smile? :Z&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116141758952636319?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116141758952636319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116141758952636319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116141758952636319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116141758952636319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/10/cheer-up-eudora.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116139955314409676</id><published>2006-10-21T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T15:56:19.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>5/4&lt;br /&gt;i love&lt;strong&gt; The Freedom We Know&lt;/strong&gt;. hehe! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played Jingo on MiniClip yesterday cos we had 3 periods in comp lab.&lt;br /&gt;i got so hyper while playing it and that made Mr Lim asked if i have computer at home -.-&lt;br /&gt;hurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. little bit funny ah?&lt;br /&gt;fatball used his feet to lift me up in the roller chair. its sooooooo scary, i tell you. i was screaming like....mad? and he didn't want to stop :@&lt;br /&gt;got so pissed that i used my bag to hit his head LIGHTLY. there was silence and all turned to look at me, laughing and saying that i'm so fierce -____-&lt;br /&gt;you piss me off, you dieeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many colours are there in a rainbow?&lt;br /&gt;name them! name them! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cell was great fun. haha, i'm really starting to love Serangoon Cell!&lt;br /&gt;was late in meeting up with Corn Dumpling yesterday. SORRY!!!&lt;br /&gt;i thought i msg him but i sent it to kel instead! -.-&lt;br /&gt;AMANDAAAAAAAAAAA!&lt;br /&gt;so he bought two YanYan and i had to pester him before he gave me one. heh&lt;br /&gt;wanna know a secret bout Eudora???&lt;br /&gt;she have....................hahahahahahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;you wanna know? don't tell you! :P&lt;br /&gt;Eudora so bad la, i kept asking for a swissroll but she ignored me :(&lt;br /&gt;to think i fed you fishballs.............. :'(&lt;br /&gt;Sam Sin is so sweettttttttt :) she heard me whining and so she took it for me instead.&lt;br /&gt;hmpf Dordor! haha.&lt;br /&gt;Eudora has many nicknames. Dordor, Doraaaaaa! , Eudie, Eeeeeeuuuu, Mama.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. OK, i sound so crazy... right right right?????&lt;br /&gt;they bullied me last night :(&lt;br /&gt;brother kept giving me head rubs OUCH! and that Eudora aaaaaaaah. kept tickling me.&lt;br /&gt;and i kept 'jumping'. then.... Marcus to the rescue~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Eudora tickled me again that i stepped on Marcus feet that he didn't wanna help me anymore :Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eudora has...................... :D :D&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jude, Corn, brother and i got a ride from Auntie Cat/Kat.&lt;br /&gt;drove us to CP then took a bus home. Jude kept making us laugh during the ride.&lt;br /&gt;haha. Corn and his YanYans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow i don't think that's love.&lt;br /&gt;love is.....something i don't know how to explain either.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps you just don't want to express...&lt;br /&gt;perhaps you rather not have...&lt;br /&gt;perhaps you want it to remain this want...&lt;br /&gt;perhaps you never want to experience...&lt;br /&gt;perhaps...perhaps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;perhaps love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone care to enlighten?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116139955314409676?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116139955314409676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116139955314409676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116139955314409676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116139955314409676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/10/54-i-love-freedom-we-know.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116125271333240252</id><published>2006-10-19T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T18:11:53.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wah. this world is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; fair.....&lt;br /&gt;)(*&amp;^%$#@!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need comfort food or maybe just someone to make me smile...&lt;br /&gt;feeling really &lt;em&gt;whatever&lt;/em&gt; now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was wrong to think that........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you don't have to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid! will never be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and now i'm all alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine ah. everything is going &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;soooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116125271333240252?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116125271333240252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116125271333240252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116125271333240252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116125271333240252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/10/wah.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116124485236340777</id><published>2006-10-19T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T16:00:52.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Jojo- Let it rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;added that new music player, courtesy of bolt. go ahead, play it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love never really last &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Memories just had a hold of me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna cut my hair and dye part of my fringe either purple or red!&lt;br /&gt;so we were talking 'bout dyeing(die) and rebonding(reborn). we sounded really stupid but still laughed our heads off anyway. hurhurrrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;math teacher: copy down. copy down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;me: teacherrrrrrrrrrr! they say they wanna dye(die) tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;gie: then i tomorrow don't have to come to school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;me: if you dye(die) then i how? pangseh me :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;kel: dye(die) also la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;me: don't want... we dye(die) on friday. dye(die) together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*points to gie* &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;this girl dyed(died) and rebond(reborn) so many times already. about 3!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. its so silly. kel laughed till she cried -.-&lt;br /&gt;and gie said its all my fault :Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaron and fatball showed us how they climbed to the third floor from the second floor.&lt;br /&gt;they seem to find joy in climbing up walls. pls grow up. tsk, guys.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more days to end of school! YAYYYYYYY!&lt;br /&gt;mr ansar is so funny. hah, he came in and complaint that our class is so dirty then he proceed to take the broom and said aloud 'i help you all sweep ah. sweep my area only cos got germs.'&lt;br /&gt;-_____________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got many things to attend to!&lt;br /&gt;GNK duty brought forward to Nov instead of Dec :(&lt;br /&gt;and so i have to start planning games... pooootsssssss&lt;br /&gt;3 chalets to attend. i doubt i'll be staying over for kel's dec chalet.&lt;br /&gt;who's going for fatball's birthday party? uhm... go just to show face :/&lt;br /&gt;Gf! let me know if you're going.&lt;br /&gt;youth camp coming up pretty soon. yeahhhh :D&lt;br /&gt;but i guess you can't choose who your bunk mates will be right? sigh. i want Eudora!!!&lt;br /&gt;kel wants to go to Escape for that halloween special thingy. i'm afraid :Z&lt;br /&gt;there'll be fake ghosts lurking around waiting to scare you!&lt;br /&gt;haunted house was a bad experience OK...&lt;br /&gt;i finally gathered all my courage to step in. but the stupid ghost had to scare me that i ran out screaming. then those people,guys especially started laughing really loud at us :(&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE haunted house for me unless.......... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Afraid of my feelings and falling too deep &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But everybody had this happen one time or another &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you need someone to set your heart free&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna source for pictures now. back later ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116124485236340777?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116124485236340777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116124485236340777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116124485236340777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116124485236340777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/10/jojo-let-it-rain-added-that-new-music.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116117843164870690</id><published>2006-10-18T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T22:15:57.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;its hard to understand you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i coughed, i sound like a female dinosaur.&lt;br /&gt;OK, thats like soooooooooo random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got back English papers today. not happy with it though Corn Dumpling and i got top.&lt;br /&gt;so what? sigh. amanda, amanda... what happened to you?!&lt;br /&gt;at least SS managed to cheer me up, i've got A2! wheeeeeeeee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunched and then walked around with Gf. its been quite some time since we really took time to walk and just window-shop around compass. stayed long in MiniToons cos i fell in love with that small brown bear and didn't wanna leaveeee. haha.&lt;br /&gt;so someone offered to get that cutie for me :) let me think it over, if i really want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was looking at Veet cream when this group of guys came over and said 'xiao jie, wo peng you yao gen ni zuo peng you.'&lt;br /&gt;Gf and i got a fright that i literally threw the cream back and walked away to the other side, far farrrrrrrr away from them.&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna be friends with you la :(&lt;br /&gt;at first this guy went like 'this one ah? this one ah?'&lt;br /&gt;what the *toot*! you're not shopping for something lo.&lt;br /&gt;tsk, nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna cut my hair! yeah yeah!&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna source for pictures now. nice short looking ones so i can show my stylist and tell her, I WANT THIS! muahahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;*whispers* actually, i'm quite easy to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;come on, come on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESSSSSS! 4 MORE DAYS TO END OF SCHOOL!&lt;br /&gt;OH OH, NO EXTENDED LESSONS FOR SEC3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not meant to be...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the next time i fall for someone, i'm not gonna tell any one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my world has twice as many stars in the sky says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i tell you a secret k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my world has twice as many stars in the sky says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;random things can make me cry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;raison d’être -'Tis Grace hath brought me safe thus far and Grace will lead me home. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raison d’être -'Tis Grace hath brought me safe thus far and Grace will lead me home. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;wow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;raison d’être -'Tis Grace hath brought me safe thus far and Grace will lead me home. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;which means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raison d’être -'Tis Grace hath brought me safe thus far and Grace will lead me home. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;random things can make me faint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raison d’être -'Tis Grace hath brought me safe thus far and Grace will lead me home. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;@__@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;when i asked him why he's so funny, he said its cos he is not not funny. geddit? hurhurrrrr&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Night :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116117843164870690?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116117843164870690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116117843164870690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116117843164870690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116117843164870690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-hard-to-understand-you.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116108912514943868</id><published>2006-10-17T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T20:52:15.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thank God for cows :)&lt;br /&gt;mooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! gonna watch death note with Elmo and gang sometime soon.&lt;br /&gt;who wanna go? after church on sunday! yay yay!&lt;br /&gt;Daddy must let me go cos i didn't go out yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;oh sharks! just rmb constance, wei en and jaime asked me out on sunday also...&lt;br /&gt;haiyooooooooo. i wanna watch death note.&lt;br /&gt;then i'll cry and Elmo will faint! haha.&lt;br /&gt;he says i'm sadist cos i keep wanting to make him faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAINT! FAINT! FAINT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you very farnieeeeeeeee leh!&lt;br /&gt;heh, funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my world has twice as many stars in the sky says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh oh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my world has twice as many stars in the sky says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now my dogdog wanna fight w your maomao liao~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my world has twice as many stars in the sky says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cos buay song&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my world has twice as many stars in the sky says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-.-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raison d’être -'Tis Grace hath brought me safe thus far and Grace will lead me home. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;eeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raison d’être -'Tis Grace hath brought me safe thus far and Grace will lead me home. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;yr dog is ah beng dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116108912514943868?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116108912514943868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116108912514943868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116108912514943868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116108912514943868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/10/thank-god-for-cows-moooooooooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116108363139572854</id><published>2006-10-17T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T19:13:51.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AMANDA! WHY ARE YOU SO STUPID?!?!&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNESS! GOODNESS!&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA DIG A HOLE AND HIDE NOW.&lt;br /&gt;YES, RIGHT NOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*starts digging hole*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm a changed person now. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;can't you see?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116108363139572854?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116108363139572854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116108363139572854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116108363139572854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116108363139572854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/10/amanda-why-are-you-so-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116107951673676959</id><published>2006-10-17T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:44:18.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;maybe i was wrong, right from the start...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed two freaking buses in the morning! what a bad way to start a day.&lt;br /&gt;but God surprised me along the way which made me happy today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#1 &lt;/strong&gt;bus arrived after i prayed. cos it was already 7.05am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#2 &lt;/strong&gt;total bus journey to school took less than the usual ten-fifteen minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#3 &lt;/strong&gt;thought we were late but surprise, surprise! school gate was still open for us :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#4&lt;/strong&gt; i passed my chinese! i've got B3! :) its by God's grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#5&lt;/strong&gt; i didn't suffer from any cramps today! thank God :)&lt;br /&gt;thanks to all those who prayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt cold and hot at the same time. it was terrible :(&lt;br /&gt;also felt like vomiting and Gf had to rush to buy mints for me. hah, cute..&lt;br /&gt;but was feeling much better after awhile. lame jokes!&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. tampines!! haha. *turns to Gf and point at kel* eeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;{INSIDE JOKE}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got back results today. almost all except english, social studies and f&amp;n.&lt;br /&gt;i was waiting for my english results but Mr Lim was absent from school today. rahhhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;heard there's only 13 passes for paper two for both B and C classes. *keep fingers cross*&lt;br /&gt;i did bad for the rest of the papers. i'm not made for studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sigh, we're two worlds apart. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll never be good enough for you :Z&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for MOS chicken w Gf after school:)&lt;br /&gt;played w the number tag thingy again. hurrrrr. still rmb the time when the lady forgot to take the tag back. cheeky me went to disturb her with it. placed the number tag at some place where she can see it. she kept looking at our table. must be wondering if there's still any orders left. haha! later she came over and asked if she still owe us any orders -.-&lt;br /&gt;we said no and she took the tag back and went away. hurhur. we couldn't stop laughing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i get that cute teddy bear i fell in love with from MiniToons or buy myself another pair of dangly earrings from HELEN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY FOR EUDORA! ITS FINALLY YOUR END OF EXAMS. HURHUR.&lt;br /&gt;YES, HE'S REFINED AND I LIKE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gf thought of me when she was out yesterday. she bought me two lollies from Candy Empire! haha. later we shared. took one each. heh. love ya; how thoughtful!&lt;br /&gt;you rmb that i lost my starburst lolly the other time right?&lt;br /&gt;silly girl cried when i wasn't able to make it yesterday. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! all's fine btw me and N already.&lt;br /&gt;uhm, i used to avoid her. we were like strangers... didn't wanna make any eye contact but today she stood in front of me with a big smile on her face and said 'HELLO!'&lt;br /&gt;i had no choice but to return her HELLO. hah. still rmb the time she used to pinch my cheeks and call me 'muahchee'. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;good ole days~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S msg me out of a sudden last night. haha. funny guy. INSULT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GNK duty in Dec brought forward to Nov :(&lt;br /&gt;i wanna bake christmas cookies for my 2kindness!!!!!! aaaaaah. how how?&lt;br /&gt;what if they forget me already. &lt;em&gt;who's that girl?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. i need to feel loved every hour, every minute, every second.&lt;br /&gt;basically every moment. i hate being ignored :/&lt;br /&gt;and then i start feeling unwanted and all. &lt;em&gt;sigh, why aren't you talking to me :Z&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;she keeps using him to spite me :Z&lt;br /&gt;what for? as if i like him. aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh. so infuriating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;stop it! stop it!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you don't know me, you don't even care&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116107951673676959?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116107951673676959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116107951673676959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116107951673676959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116107951673676959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/10/maybe-i-was-wrong-right-from-start.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116099998581640427</id><published>2006-10-16T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T19:59:45.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi, i'm ad-na-ma :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops :X  &lt;br /&gt;i never had the intention to embarrass you when i told you not to do that again.&lt;br /&gt;no wonder you didn't say goodbye to me yesterday :(&lt;br /&gt;silly girl, Eudora!!!&lt;br /&gt;i must have sounded serious. but but.... ayeeeeee, sorry if you felt embarrass or anything.&lt;br /&gt;tsk. i care thats why i said that...&lt;br /&gt;i don't want people to look at you and go "why is she like that ah?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gf, must update me bout today OK!&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go your house tomorrow. buy lots and lots of food. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEC2006, BANGKOK! HERE I COME!!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;eh, but i don't wanna miss GNK duty. i wanna celebrate christmas in Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;with you, you, you and you :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raison d’être says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my world is better... got 10 times as many stars! elmo's world!! =P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116099998581640427?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116099998581640427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116099998581640427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116099998581640427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116099998581640427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/10/hi-im-ad-na-ma-oops-x-i-never-had.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116099529596265886</id><published>2006-10-16T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T18:41:35.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Staring out at the rain with a heavy heart&lt;br /&gt;It's the end of the world in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; voice pulls me back like a wake up call&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for the answer&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't see that it was right there&lt;br /&gt;But now I know what I didn't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; live&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My world has twice as many stars in the sky :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116099529596265886?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116099529596265886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116099529596265886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116099529596265886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116099529596265886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/10/staring-out-at-rain-with-heavy-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116099010559995447</id><published>2006-10-16T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T17:34:12.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hellohellohello.&lt;br /&gt;yes. its 16oct today and yes again, its 4.53pm now.&lt;br /&gt;so why why why why why am i at home you asked? ain't i supposed to be out with&lt;strong&gt; c5&lt;/strong&gt; minus 1?&lt;br /&gt;yes yes. big aunt came by surprise today. and stupid cramps ruined my day :(&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sorry i'm unable to go out w girl pals! had to crawl all the way to the next room and ring Gf up to tell her.&lt;br /&gt;i was half-crying, half-whining. and that shocked girl had to calm me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a really long rest and was feeling much better.&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 3 in the afternoon. i kinda regret not going out. sighsigh&lt;br /&gt;if only cramps wasn't that bad. i feel like dying :X&lt;br /&gt;but i looked at things at a different perspective. felt much better :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1- i managed to catch the last episode of Gokusen2 which was really great!&lt;br /&gt;#2- i get to save money. hurhur&lt;br /&gt;#3- i have time to eat my giant lolly, Piggy gave which is sitting in my fridge for weeks.&lt;br /&gt;#4- i get to use the computer! heh&lt;br /&gt;#5- thank God i didn't wake up with a swollen eye :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Gf! pls update me on what happened today k!&lt;br /&gt;pls pray for me. that cramps would not be so bad i would be able to attend school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna get back my results! if not i have to cab home during school hours again&lt;br /&gt;bwahzzzz :Z&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116099010559995447?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116099010559995447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116099010559995447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116099010559995447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116099010559995447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/10/hellohellohello.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116091848537156295</id><published>2006-10-15T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T22:07:32.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you're weird but that makes you special :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye sunday, hello monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{EDIT}&lt;br /&gt;at first when Dumpling told me i refused to believe.&lt;br /&gt;i kept shaking my head and gave him that 'i don't care, i'm not gonna believe whatever you say' face.&lt;br /&gt;yes, amanda is stubborn :/&lt;br /&gt;i found it really hard to believe... its like a story taken out from some&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; stupid&lt;/span&gt; book.&lt;br /&gt;like....aaaah. nvm. some things aren't meant to be blog here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said it was no harm believing.&lt;br /&gt;but somehow i found it hard to trust... i don't wanna get cheated of feelings lo.&lt;br /&gt;like you think she's like that and then you talked to her and all&lt;br /&gt;turned out she's making up stories so you'll notice her. i don't like :Z&lt;br /&gt;and so i talked to Daddy God on the train home today.&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking alot bout that matter. asking if i should believe...&lt;br /&gt;i didn't get an answer or maybe i just couldn't hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when i saw her online.&lt;br /&gt;something inside was asking me to talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;i clicked on her window and i started the conversation like asking how she's gonna spend her day tomorrow and showed her joy&amp;jewel's pictures.&lt;br /&gt;didn't know we can click quite well :)&lt;br /&gt;i'm not acting nice, really. she's quite nice actually, if only she don't boast so much&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh. OK, must try to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm offfffffffffffffff.&lt;br /&gt;{EDITED}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116091848537156295?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116091848537156295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116091848537156295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116091848537156295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116091848537156295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/10/youre-weird-but-that-makes-you-special.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116091816681981388</id><published>2006-10-15T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T21:24:41.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;LOVE IS NOT A GAME!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;casting crowns :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my right eye hurts whenever i blink. is it swollen?&lt;br /&gt;oh.. pls pls pls pls pls don't make me wake up with a swollen eye tomorrow :Z&lt;br /&gt;took a power nap just now and i'm feeling refreshed! muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to PS with Constance,Corn, Pavit and Eugenia.&lt;br /&gt;shopped around then we went to Action City&lt;br /&gt;lots of creative, cute, cool stuff. waha. BA-NA-NA!&lt;br /&gt;xiang jiaooooo~ hoho&lt;br /&gt;saw a mini vacuum for computer keyboard so constance said it sucks! and started calling the vacuum a sucker. PUN! heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waaaaaaaaah. my throat was feeling much better in the morning but after lunch i started talking like a man..... or transvestite as Corn the Dumpling puts it. Dumpling~~~ haha :P&lt;br /&gt;i told the uncle i don't want chilli in my wanton noodle but..........nevermind. *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaahh. hello hello? can you hear me? OK.&lt;br /&gt;i'm boreddddddd! hello blog :)&lt;br /&gt;I'M SOOOOOO RANDOM! RIGHT? AM I? RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT??? HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elmo is so funny! haha. he says i always trick him. like........???&lt;br /&gt;he knows i'm gonna trick him and he just play along! -.-&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. *pokepoke*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;OK, removed this part.&lt;br /&gt;if you managed to read it before i deleted this part then good for you.&lt;br /&gt;he apologised later and said he's joking.&lt;br /&gt;he thinks calling me a fake and saying i'm hiding something is being funny.&lt;br /&gt;try.&lt;br /&gt;i don't find it funny but hurting. aaaaaaaaaah! pls know when to joke and when not to.&lt;br /&gt;trying to gain attention eh? that's not the way, dude :Z&lt;br /&gt;tsk&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can someone tell me why are some people like that?&lt;br /&gt;they come to you and just say stuff that can hurt you. *stabstab*&lt;br /&gt;OK! i just rmb something. hmm... don't care. don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love Darlene Zschech's voice! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;can't survive w/o your love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people can be so insensitive..... sigh.&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh! had a little talk to Eudora today.&lt;br /&gt;i think i sounded quite serious :X&lt;br /&gt;oh oh! i don't have school tmr. YAY! going out w &lt;strong&gt;C5 &lt;/strong&gt;minus 1.&lt;br /&gt;we're gonna have so much fun! yeahyeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm here and you're there. we were so near yet so far.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, did anyone told &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; that &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; look really cute when &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;'re shy?&lt;br /&gt;haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeeeeeeeeeeeee *ahem*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116091816681981388?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116091816681981388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116091816681981388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116091816681981388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116091816681981388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/10/love-is-not-game-casting-crowns-my.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116083644168476011</id><published>2006-10-14T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T22:35:55.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been shouting like mad almost the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm turning hoarse or am i already hoarse? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my throat hurts like OUCH!&lt;br /&gt;which means no backup-ing tomorrow? *sob*&lt;br /&gt;i seriously need to communicate in sign tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;argh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna learn canto! its so...so...nice?&lt;br /&gt;haha. i think its cool! yeah, its cool :D&lt;br /&gt;asking Jolene to be my canto teacher. heh heh&lt;br /&gt;talked to her 'bout Singapore food and made it sound really yummy&lt;br /&gt;so much so that she actually went to search for&lt;em&gt; laksa&lt;/em&gt; on the web!&lt;br /&gt;aaaah, having a new friend in overseas is much fun :)&lt;br /&gt;oh, canada is like exactly 12hours behind.&lt;br /&gt;so its like 10.26am there now.&lt;br /&gt;cooooooooool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm hoarse(horse) :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116083644168476011?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116083644168476011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116083644168476011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116083644168476011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116083644168476011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/10/been-shouting-like-mad-almost-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116082947641428885</id><published>2006-10-14T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:37:56.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>third post in a day.&lt;br /&gt;I--A-M--B-O-R-E-D&lt;br /&gt;that explains it.&lt;br /&gt;period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i won't cross the street till you hold my hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amanda, you're most like Kate Hudson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate Hudson lights up every movie she's in whether she's following the band or trying to lose a hot guy. She's just so likable! And guess what? You are too. Like Goldie's golden daughter, you've got that certain sweet, girl-next-door quality that shines through everything you do.Charming and caring, you're comfortable in your own skin — and your fans are likely to feel better just being near you. You're certainly no spotlight-stealing diva. In fact, we bet you're more often called upon to play the best supporting actress. Your friends know you'll always be there for them, which is why they've got your back too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amanda, you're a Station Wagon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You swore you'd never get one, but deep down you knew it was inevitable. Now it's finally happened. The car for you is a sensible, reliable, and oh-so-traditional Station Wagon. But don't panic: you haven't totally become your parents! We're not thinking a Chrysler Town &amp; Country or even a Ford Taurus. The car for you is a hip, updated version of the classic. You've inherited everything that was cool about your folks, and taken it to the next level. Gone are the wood panels and cheesy colors, and way in are the leather interior, CD player, and gear racks for your weekend adventures. How about a Subaru Outback, Volvo V40, or a Saab Aero Wagon—in a classic navy or a firebrick red? You're so happening; no one would ever know that you've got those sensible airbags tucked away for a rainy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Secrets' you may have never know!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Coca-Cola was originally green.&lt;br /&gt;2. The most common name in the world is Mohammed.&lt;br /&gt;3.The  name of all the continents end with the same letter that they start with.&lt;br /&gt;4. The strongest muscle in the body is the tongue.&lt;br /&gt;5. There are two credit cards for every person in the United States. &lt;br /&gt;6. TYPEWRITER? is? the longest word that can be made using the letters only on one row of the keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;7. Women blink nearly twice as much as men!&lt;br /&gt;8. You can't kill yourself by holding your breath. (haha. kept laughing at this. cos brother just told me that someone held his breath till he.......haha. :D   so cuteeeeeee!)&lt;br /&gt;9. It is impossible to lick your elbow.&lt;br /&gt;10. People say "Bless you" when you sneeze because when you sneeze, your heart stops for a millisecond.&lt;br /&gt;11. It is physically impossible for pigs to look up into the sky.&lt;br /&gt;12. The "sixth sick sheik's sixth sheep's sick" is said to be the toughest tongue twister in the English language.&lt;br /&gt;13. If you sneeze too hard, you can fracture a rib. If you try to suppress a sneeze, you can rupture a blood vessel in your head or neck and die.&lt;br /&gt;14. Each king in a deck of playing cards represents great king from history.&lt;br /&gt; Spades - King David&lt;br /&gt; Clubs - Alexander the Great&lt;br /&gt; Hearts - Charlemagne&lt;br /&gt; Diamonds - Julius Caesar.&lt;br /&gt;15. 111,111,111 x 111,111,111 = 12,345,678,987,654,321&lt;br /&gt;16. If a statue of a person in the park on a horse has both front legs in the air, the person died in battle. &lt;br /&gt;If the horse has one front leg in the air,the person died as a result of wounds received in battle.&lt;br /&gt;If the horse has a all four legs on the ground, the person died of natural causes.&lt;br /&gt;17 What do bullet proof vests, fire escapes, windshield wipers and laser printers all have in common? &lt;br /&gt;Answer: All invented by women.&lt;br /&gt;18. Question - This is the only food that doesn't spoil. What is this? Ans. - Honey&lt;br /&gt;19. A crocodile cannot stick its tongue out.&lt;br /&gt;20. A snail can sleep for three years.&lt;br /&gt;21. All polar bears are left handed.&lt;br /&gt;22. American? Airlines saved $40,000 in 1987 by eliminating one olive from each salad served in first-class.&lt;br /&gt;23. Butterflies taste with their feet.&lt;br /&gt;24.Elephants are the only animals that can't jump.&lt;br /&gt;25.In the last 4000 years, no new animals have been domesticated.&lt;br /&gt;26. On average, people fear spiders more than they do death.&lt;br /&gt;27. Shakespeare invented the word 'assassination' and 'bump'.&lt;br /&gt;28. Stewardesses is the longest word typed with only the left hand.&lt;br /&gt;29. The ant always falls over on its right side when intoxicated.&lt;br /&gt;30. The electric chair was invented by a dentist.&lt;br /&gt;31. The human heart creates enough pressure when it pumps out to the body to squirt blood 30 feet.&lt;br /&gt;32. Rats multiply so quickly that in 18 months, two rats could have over million descendants.&lt;br /&gt;33. Wearing headphones for just an hour will increase the bacteria in your ear by 700 times.&lt;br /&gt;34. The cigarette lighter was invented before the match.&lt;br /&gt;35. Most lipstick contains fish scales.&lt;br /&gt;36. Like fingerprints, everyone's tongue print is different/&lt;br /&gt;37. And finally 99% of people who read this will try to lick their elbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking the wrong person all along!i saw the dp and i thought thats the person i wanted to talk to!&lt;br /&gt;Me: *starts talking alot*&lt;br /&gt;Guy: ?&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Are you talking to the wrong person?&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Wrong window!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh? You mean.....???&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Yes! You got the wrong person.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Really?!?! REALLY AH?!?!?! OH SHIT!!!!!!! Sorry sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sorry :/&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Ha, nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, later i told the person i wanted to talk to and he couldn't stop laughing at me.&lt;br /&gt;OK, fine! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My throat is still not better :Z  So that means i can't do backup tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Waaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.........................&lt;br /&gt;I have to keep clearing my throat, sniff and cough every few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Guess i have to communicate using sign tomorrow. Aaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;God help me! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116082947641428885?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116082947641428885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116082947641428885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116082947641428885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116082947641428885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/10/third-post-in-day.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116081698671107149</id><published>2006-10-14T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T18:35:35.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BLESSED 15TH GIRLFRIEND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were always there. helping me, clearing the mess i made.&lt;br /&gt;hey! i helped you clear also lo.. but thats not the point. haha&lt;br /&gt;cheering me up when i'm down. and you're the first friend i run to whenever i have problems.&lt;br /&gt;i can talk to you 'bout anything though you're quite hmm... how to say? innocent at times(but of cos, i'm the MOST innocent of the group. HURHUR :P)&lt;br /&gt;and you're always talking out of point! haha. i'll look at you with that weird look, point at you and start laughing. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;you always volunteer to help run errands for me, help me with stuff.&lt;br /&gt;you just don't know how to say NO! and most of the time i have to help you deal with those people la. in case you get taken advantage of. AMANDA TO THE RESCUE!!!!!!!! muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;whatever people ask you, you just tell them without thinking if they're bad or not.&lt;br /&gt;like i say, innocent at times!&lt;br /&gt;you're the one who know me so well and the one who takes most of my nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;i'm super unpredictable right? one moment i can laugh and joke the next i'll go all quiet.&lt;br /&gt;just wanna tell you, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i love you&lt;/span&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahahaha. don't faint OK! US doggie bakery next time. &amp; more chuka kurage on monday!&lt;br /&gt;cannot spoil our image. *cross fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/242973246_dcbe0bbdff_m-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th sept, if i remember correctly. Heeren toilet :D&lt;br /&gt;the day when kel's friend waved to me from the top floor but i didn't wave back cos i couldn't see! haha. and he thought i was being unfriendly :Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/226953068_1a82cec41d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emo picture of us. haha. 15TH july! the day the whole group of us went to celebrate my birthday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/226956835_fcfad9fd0f_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your secret recipe must have, tiramisu! we'll go there on 16oct if time permits OK?&lt;br /&gt;cakes are loveeeeeeeee. too bad micmic don't know how to appreciate. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/242969295_95da3d1a57_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that time when we were bored inside thatttttt machine. haha. Kayu behind msging her Jalan.&lt;br /&gt;so extra! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/242970279_b4dd73f164_m-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm always so noisy. you have to ask me to shutttt upppppp. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/242977663_c5488cc293.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we drew this when we were so bored during F&amp;amp;N class(can see the topics to study for F&amp;amp;N at the top). our version of playboy!&lt;br /&gt;hurhur. it all started from a harmless heart shape. NOTE: the ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/194678746_fa13888aa0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh! i found this funny! haha. candid photo. you and i were waiting for the rest to finish climbing the spider web. hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY!!!!!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YA :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116081698671107149?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116081698671107149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116081698671107149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116081698671107149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116081698671107149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/10/blessed-15th-girlfriend-you-were.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116080114540205779</id><published>2006-10-14T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T13:02:24.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know many of you come to visit but don't tag. I've got tracker OK!&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Tag tag tag :Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cristofori called me yesterday. The dateline for registration of Grade 1 external was yesterday itself. And i totally forgot bout it!!! So i got really pissed at myself and everything else.&lt;br /&gt;I was on the way to Mount Elizabeth and there was no way, absolutely NO WAY can i rush back to register. I was asking the lady what will happened if i don't register by yesterday and she said i have to wait for the next Grade 1 which is like in July. I wanted to cry......... :(&lt;br /&gt;But guess what? God really surprised me. They called me back and said it was possible for me to pay it today! I was soooooooooo happy. I wanted to cry again...... -.-&lt;br /&gt;Yay yay yay! Thank God :))))))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard time finding Mount Elizabeth. Reached the fourth floor and saw two &lt;em&gt;white&lt;/em&gt; people standing along the walkway. Eudora and Ethel! Haha. They were waiting for us :)&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time of fellowship and sharing.(OK, Eudora just said something "Yesterday got so many praises. Never blush ah? :P )&lt;br /&gt;We were talking bout &lt;em&gt;Mr&lt;/em&gt; Corn. And later we called him on my phone.&lt;br /&gt;He should really brush up on his manners lo. He answered the phone with a "Hello? OOI!"&lt;br /&gt;Tsktsk. Yeah, we started singing birthday song for him. Wahahahahaha. Must be very touched right? But we couldn't clap cos it was past ten already and there were babies in the other wards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the call ended, Jude gave me back my phone and suddenly he said something "EH! Who's this guy? Your brother ah?" Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh! *digs hole and hide* Not my brother! And its not any guy that i know personally. Aaaaaaaaaaaaah! Its Akanishi Jin :/&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;Alvin asked to lend my phone to make a phonecall -.- Aaaaaaaaaaaah! No no no. Thank God i didn't lend it to him. He just wanna see my wallpaper la. :Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those guys played with the water thingy... Eh? I don't know whats that. Asriel shirt got stained with thatttt thing. All couldn't stop laughing. He's so funny laaaa.&lt;br /&gt;Walked past the babies ward &amp;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh! Baby! Baby!!!&lt;br /&gt;Eudora: Huh? Where?&lt;br /&gt;Me: There *points*&lt;br /&gt;Eudora: Where got?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Thereeee! Bay&lt;strong&gt;BEE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As there were cartoon bee curtains covering the glass windows. she gave me that -______- look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. The part at the lift was the funniest. Lol. Went in, went out, went in, went out. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Later got a ride home from Cynthia. And brother got hit by something. Haha. Stop being so playful la.&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh! We talked bout booking a bungalow like last year and have watch night again.&lt;br /&gt;So fuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnn! :D :D Can share a bed with Eudora again *winks*&lt;br /&gt;I'd kick her and she'd drool on me. Wahahahaha. All the girls will squeeeeeeeze into one room and we'll talk till we fall asleep :) And the next morning, we'll be on duty to make breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;OK, i can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elmo, Marcus, Cousin and John came over for lunch today. Cos yesterday brother stayed over with them at Marcus's house. So yeah....&lt;br /&gt;They're now playing the Xbox. Aaaaaaaaaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;And they said the room is now a boy's room -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. OK, over &amp; out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! Just found out something new. Can try dailymotion! I think its as good as Youtube. Yeahhhhh. Heh :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116080114540205779?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116080114540205779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116080114540205779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116080114540205779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116080114540205779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-know-many-of-you-come-to-visit-but.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116071821083802047</id><published>2006-10-13T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T14:27:15.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;2 A.M. and the rain is falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Here we are at the crossroads once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;You're telling me you're so confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;You can't make up your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Is this meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;You're asking me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sniffsniff*&lt;br /&gt;I was running a temperature yesterday. Sore throat, flu and headache.&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaaaah. It's killing! No wonder i felt giddy on the way home from piano.&lt;br /&gt;I can't swallow pills for nuts!!! I need someone there to coax me. Wahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Helper was there telling me what to do 'put the pill inside your mouth, look to the ceiling and sip some water.'&lt;br /&gt;I finally swallowed after many many attempts! And its only 1 pill for goodness sake. I have to cut it into half :/&lt;br /&gt;I have the mentality that people can choke to death just by swallowing pills. Don't ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to pour the cup of water, i was holding, at him. And wrestle the fork out from his hand and use it to stab at his wrist. OUCH!&lt;br /&gt;Thank God i didn't do anything foolish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have a good night's rest! Couldn't really breathe cos of blocked nose.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 4am feeling hungry. Dang! Hunger pangs in the wee hours of the morning :/&lt;br /&gt;Had two oranges for breakfast in the morning. Hurrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i caught &lt;strong&gt;Win A Date With Tad Hamilton&lt;/strong&gt; on HBO.&lt;br /&gt;So niceeeeeeeee. Kate Bosworth so pretty(before she became super thin)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="774" src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/katebosworth3.jpg" width="318" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOMBSHELL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the guy in the show! Omigoshhhhhhhhhh........!&lt;br /&gt;I love tanned ang moh guys with accents. So hottttt! Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="318" src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/untitled-5.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh Duhamel. N-i-c-e! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 151px; HEIGHT: 170px" height="160" src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/untitled-4.jpg" width="217" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosalee Futch is a grocery clerk living in rural West Virginia. But even a small-town girl can have big dreams, and Rosalee's is to someday--somehow--meet her big-screen idol Tad Hamilton. The "somehow" arrives in the form of a contest--the grand prize: a date with Tad Hamilton--and the "someday" is now. Rosalee wins, much to the chagrin of her best friend and co-worker Pete, who is deeply, hopelessly--and secretly--in love with Rosalee.The "Win a Date" contest was cooked up by Tad's agent, Richard Levy, and his manager, also named Richard Levy, to clean up Tad's bad-boy image. Someone should have told them to be careful what you wish for. When Tad meets Rosalee and gets a taste of what he's been missing in the "real world," he decides he wants seconds and moves to West Virginia, turning Rosalee's dream come true into a nightmare for Richard Levy, Richard Levy and, most of all, Pete.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you're wondering. Rosalee didn't get together with Tad Hamilton in the end. She went with her best friend, Pete!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Is it possible to realise you love a person your whole life only when something bad happens?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i love the 6 smiles part. Pete knows how many smiles Rosalee has! Its like so sweeeeeeeeeetttt :D awwww.&lt;br /&gt;1 when she's making fun of herself, 2 when's she smiling to her friends, 3 when she feels out of place.... so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dreamworks.com/dvd_features_wadwth.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link to the movie, you can also watch the trailer here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.winadatewithtadhamilton.com/teaser1.html"&gt;http://www.winadatewithtadhamilton.com/teaser1.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really funny! Cos its a romantic comedy. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Nice nice! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/194674661_35f7823b52_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed 15th birthday brother Corny! Heh :D&lt;br /&gt;Sorry unable to make it to your bbq party today. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Mount Elizabeth later to visit Auntie Deena. Gonna have cell fellowship there.&lt;br /&gt;And i can see my Eudora, Yay! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Ti ti ti ti ti Dora!&lt;br /&gt;Ti ti ti ti ti Dora!&lt;br /&gt;Ti ti ti ti ti Dora!&lt;br /&gt;Dora the explorer.&lt;br /&gt;Waaaaaaaahahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outing with Gf was cancelled at the last minute. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Some other time,yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why can't i breathe whenever i think about you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116071821083802047?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116071821083802047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116071821083802047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116071821083802047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116071821083802047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/10/2.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32757191.post-116063180636341946</id><published>2006-10-12T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T14:00:48.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want Sony CyberShot T50 in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Seductive Red&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty please with sugar on top. Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/main_visual_feat4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neverminddddddddd! I shall work and buy it myself.&lt;br /&gt;Hmpf!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32757191-116063180636341946?l=diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/feeds/116063180636341946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32757191&amp;postID=116063180636341946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116063180636341946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32757191/posts/default/116063180636341946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diem-de-carpe.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-want-sony-cybershot-t50-in-seductive.html' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
