<?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-8781539</id><updated>2012-01-20T15:49:30.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arista</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1047</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-298521443259888209</id><published>2012-01-20T15:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T15:49:30.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Argh! Hate this blog app. Accidentally exit only everything's gone. Dun even remember what I typed just now. Stupid! :( hai.. Shall try all over again.. Next break next break.. Haha!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Decided to post something happen after that string of angsty entries.. I dunno why my blog is so full of ups and downs. Prolly cos the middle stuffs always never quite make it here :p haha.. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Went partyworld with baby the other day, and it's the most fun I've had in AGES. From seriously-trying-to-sound-good songs to outrageously-hilarious, totally-for-the-laughs songs.. :))) so fun so fun. Love it! :) Love such times together :) hehehe..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;FOUND KAPIBARA POKER CARDS! So awesomely CUTEEEEEE!!! I really really really giggled and jump around like a little girl after getting it.. It's so adorable!! And every card have different designs! SO CUTE!!!!!! :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Me and my unexplainable love and attraction for the weird animal. Haha!! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Gotta go on set again.. Bye blog! :P&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;puii-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-298521443259888209?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/298521443259888209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=298521443259888209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/298521443259888209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/298521443259888209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post_20.html' title=':)'/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-7630044612467471883</id><published>2012-01-09T18:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T18:44:22.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;:(</title><content type='html'>Have no idea why I'm so angry today.. I dun even feel like explaining because I dun wanna remember it after today. Let's just hope the rest of the night turns out well.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I wish I'll be in a good place soon, all this rage (and the lack of aircon in the bloody train) is giving me a headache. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I mean seriously, with all the increased Fares you can't even provide decent amount of ventilation and a little cool fresh air? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Okay, no more venting.. Else I'll lose hope in man kind. (sorta)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Puii-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-7630044612467471883?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/7630044612467471883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=7630044612467471883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/7630044612467471883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/7630044612467471883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2012/01/have-no-idea-why-im-so-angry-today.html' title='&amp;gt;:('/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-4167588348625729871</id><published>2012-01-02T11:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T11:44:08.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>Hate it when its just me and my thoughts, feel so suffocated and depressed. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hate it when there's nothing I can do to lift my spirits.. No appetite, nothing to buy, no mood to do anything special for myself to make me a little happier..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hate it when it's so sunny outside but for me it's just raining inside, freezing cold rain drops.. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hate it, that this post is just making me sadder and sadder..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I should stop, before this depressing feeling engulf and swallow me whole, before I start feeling like I'll never be happy again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-4167588348625729871?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/4167588348625729871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=4167588348625729871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/4167588348625729871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/4167588348625729871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-6389741425367169266</id><published>2011-12-24T03:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T03:51:51.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:')</title><content type='html'>Tonight I sleep with tears of gratitude, joy and the overwhelming feeling and memories of beautiful love.. I love you baby.. And I'm everything I am, because you love me.. :) really really..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;puii- iloveyoubaby...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-6389741425367169266?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/6389741425367169266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=6389741425367169266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/6389741425367169266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/6389741425367169266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title=':&amp;#39;)'/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-3653008260718222757</id><published>2011-12-22T14:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T14:10:42.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>o_o</title><content type='html'>I really hope I'm not going blind or something.. My eyes are stinging like I just pour sea water in. I had to turn my phone brightness to the lowest cos the light is hurting it too..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; I feel so tired of the whole eye pain thing, so ready for it to be all over. It just sucks I can't open my eyes to see properly cos it's hurting so much :( yes I know, suppose to shut them and rest it. But I get so darn bored! :(&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's hurts even with eyes shut anyways..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And it sucks that I have to wear contacts again in a few hours. I hope they let it slide..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*jab eyes*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Puii-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-3653008260718222757?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/3653008260718222757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=3653008260718222757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/3653008260718222757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/3653008260718222757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/12/oo.html' title='o_o'/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-2288990782322102760</id><published>2011-12-21T03:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T03:34:33.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Long night indeed, me with all my feelings and thoughts. Night world, hope your dreams are sweeter than mine...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;:((((((((((((((&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Puii- Don't think. Just sleep. Don't think. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-2288990782322102760?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/2288990782322102760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=2288990782322102760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/2288990782322102760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/2288990782322102760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/12/long-night-indeed-me-with-all-my.html' title=''/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-8268671956340882090</id><published>2011-12-21T02:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T02:02:51.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's one of those days again.. just feel so ugly and fat and everything bad, and I just feel so... awful..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nothing's helping.. I dun even feel like smiling really :( that's really bad... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And I see you how your life is still very complete and fulfilled without me, and I feel so dispensable.... Like you can be without me, my company, our memories, my hands to hold and my eyes to look into, my hugs and kisses, my care and concerns..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Maybe I'm just being whiny and needy again... Hate that.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's gonna be another long emo night.. I can feel it.. I just hope.......&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Puii-  :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-8268671956340882090?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/8268671956340882090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=8268671956340882090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/8268671956340882090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/8268671956340882090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-one-of-those-days-again.html' title=''/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-4943182720849203014</id><published>2011-12-21T00:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T00:35:15.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am I not important anymore? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-4943182720849203014?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/4943182720849203014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=4943182720849203014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/4943182720849203014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/4943182720849203014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/12/am-i-not-important-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-5659046925637770219</id><published>2011-12-18T14:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T14:19:54.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored, and without my fav tv show :(</title><content type='html'>I'm so so sad that discovery stopped replaying all the old mythbusters episodes!! Yes, true that I've watched every episode at least five(or ten) times over, I still can't help watching it over and over again! Now that there isn't any anymore, I'm gutted!! And oh so boreddddd :(&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sucks to be home without anything to do, and there's nothing interesting on tv.. I've watched all the Harry potter movies I recorded like three times already, twice for shrek forever after and I dun even wanna keep track of all the times I rewatch all the old Jamie Oliver shows. At this point you prolly would have realized, yes I'm one of those who rewatch my shows and reread my books many many times just so I fully understand, and I catch everything..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well, not really, I can rewatch shows even when I know it line by line.. Maybe I'm just weird that way.. Hahaha..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I just drank some malt drink that's gone bad, and now I'm suffering from it :( dammit.. I just bot it the other day! I'm still not fully recovered from all the flu and cough nonsense, and now my eyes hurt like hell every moment of the day :( what's wrong with meeeee!?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Christmas (and the third year annivesary) in a week's time, hope I start feeling better soon..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;On a happier note, desigual's having another awesome sale period and I got another top from them :))) weeeee!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Okay, tired of typing on the little touchscreen keyboard.. Later peeps! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Puii-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-5659046925637770219?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/5659046925637770219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=5659046925637770219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/5659046925637770219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/5659046925637770219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/12/bored-and-without-my-fav-tv-show.html' title='bored, and without my fav tv show :('/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-8207313646963765796</id><published>2011-12-09T02:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T02:06:19.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:P</title><content type='html'>Gahhhh.. Stupid iPhone blogging app, everything disappeared when someone whatsapp me and the screen changed somehow..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;never mind.. Lazy to retype everything. Work tmr with Juna, my favourite! :D hehehe!! Later people!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Puii- (stupid autocorrect always tries to change my puii to Ohio! &gt;:( hahaha..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-8207313646963765796?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/8207313646963765796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=8207313646963765796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/8207313646963765796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/8207313646963765796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/12/p.html' title=':P'/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-8836896103292346616</id><published>2011-12-07T08:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T08:17:29.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hate being sick</title><content type='html'>Just trying to stay awake now so I can go see doc in a while.. Dun wanna sleep the whole day away in my current sickly groggy state. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sorry to whoever's being called back cos of me :P wouldn't do this unless really feeling unwell, feel super bad. Early morning somemore..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Argh! Hate being sick hate being sick! Feel so awful and can't do anything!  Used to go to the doctors so often last time I'm really so sick of it. And I haven't been so sick for so long! Wth happened?!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I blame the bloody weather and it's temperaments. And this bloody virus that's been spreading to everyone! :(&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dammit!! I really wanna go out today for work and fun! Not to see the doctor! :( I need happiness in a cup (for now, that means hot Milo) but got no strength no make any. Great.... :(&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Zzzzzzz... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Puii-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-8836896103292346616?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/8836896103292346616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=8836896103292346616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/8836896103292346616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/8836896103292346616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/12/hate-being-sick.html' title='hate being sick'/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-566378261714151044</id><published>2011-11-12T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T12:06:18.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halo after long time!</title><content type='html'>Just realized I haven't blogged for almost a month. Maybe cos I've been having so much fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been awesome with new crazy friends! ASS party was a blast! Love all the performance and photo takingsss!! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel fat and tired recently.. And I hate that feeling. I know I'm not the skinniest person but I hate feeling fat and bloated!! Makes me feel so guilty doing my only hobby; eating! Hehe besides dance but, I hardly dance anymore anyways :P  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm a random sidetrack. I really really wanna dance again. Was watching Mao's last dancer again and I drooled over every dance scene. Crazy as it seem, I somehow wish I can do all that, all over again once in a while. A little arabesque, a little allegro, a little jete.. *dreamssss* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;maybe love is an animal; a living thing. when it doesn't move for too long a time, wouldn't you worry? I would, if it's a dog or bird or something, and maybe love too, I worry. has something happened to it? what can I do?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;who can put my mind at ease? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puii-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-566378261714151044?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/566378261714151044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=566378261714151044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/566378261714151044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/566378261714151044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/11/halo-after-long-time.html' title='Halo after long time!'/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-3730742470259658322</id><published>2011-10-14T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T20:51:22.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=(</title><content type='html'>stupid once-in-a-month thing's making me a wreck. i dun understand why its making me so negative about everything, making me bloody emotional for super random reasons and i genuinely feel super sucky about it. GAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;them (un)lucky boys, dun have to go thru this themselves (but they get affected by it one way or another anyways =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not like i want to be like that. i always try to consciously refuse to be like this, but it just doesn't work sometimes. its like flu, it just comes. and once in a while the monster inside me comes out and devours all reasons and refuse to be happy (and refuse to be full too! hungry monster!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. its true i see things(problems) thru magnifying glasses during these times, but it bothers me too, even tho i get cranky over random reasons, those reasons do still exist when i'm in my happy place. i know i can't make descisions when i'm angry so... on the other hand i should ignore them because i'm happy??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahhhhh.. i just feel sucky right now... i just wanna watch some random funny movie and munch on something fattening. thank goodness its an off day! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puii- imsorryiloveyou&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-3730742470259658322?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/3730742470259658322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=3730742470259658322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/3730742470259658322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/3730742470259658322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post_14.html' title='=('/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-1772555835989939068</id><published>2011-10-14T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T20:39:39.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fce5cd;"&gt;Is it wrong to love? Do I care too much? Do I ask too much? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fce5cd;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fce5cd;"&gt;Maybe my actions seem wrong. Maybe my emotions confuses you. End of the day, everything is out of love for you.. No?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fce5cd;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fce5cd;"&gt;Puii-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-1772555835989939068?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/1772555835989939068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=1772555835989939068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/1772555835989939068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/1772555835989939068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-2259220942247297854</id><published>2011-10-12T10:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T10:13:14.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iloveyou:)</title><content type='html'>Only we can quarrel about dinner, 4 hours after dinner. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Not that I love quarreling, but I suddenly feel it's so funny when I think about it. :P&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And I love talking in my sleep to you (tho I have no conscious memory of it), the look on your face when you ask me about it the next morning is priceless :) (so cute!!!!!) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I love to hold you (so warm~~) :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So here's a very random "iloveyoubaby" and a secret :* before you even wakes up. Love you~ :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;puii-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-2259220942247297854?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/2259220942247297854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=2259220942247297854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/2259220942247297854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/2259220942247297854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/10/iloveyou.html' title='iloveyou:)'/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-1334215798306117345</id><published>2011-09-30T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T02:36:18.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STUPID!</title><content type='html'>Stupid bastard that shot that bloody mini pearl at me, i hope something bad happen to you, like getting spit drop on your head when you pass by a high rise building, or cockroaches will just find their way into your shoes and just get squished there or something. You dun even have the balls to look at me when you stupidly got stuck by red light, and yes i was staring at you idiot. Leave your stupidity at home, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH people nowadays. You feel joy when you see people's pain and sufferings? And yes you have the guts to LAUGH OUT LOUD as you drive pass in your stupid "fancy" car. What do you want - a gold star for your aiming, dumbass? Stupid people. I hope your bumper just falls off for no reason. That'll give you reason to laugh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm being very nice here already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puii- GAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! idiots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-1334215798306117345?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/1334215798306117345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=1334215798306117345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/1334215798306117345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/1334215798306117345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/10/stupid.html' title='STUPID!'/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-6083411212458538532</id><published>2011-09-26T17:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T02:37:37.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting down at a corner of silom complex while dar check out some book store. My feet cannot take it anymore, cos of these stupid uncomfortable shoes. I shall switch back to my comfy but with broken bottom shoes tmr :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg I never knew vacation is so tiring. Damn gian for another foot massage hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puii- &lt;span id="BB_SIGN_BEGIN"&gt; &lt;img alt="BlogBooster-The most productive way for mobile blogging. BlogBooster is a multi-service blog editor for iPhone, Android, WebOs and your desktop" src="http://theblogbooster.com/pixel.gif" style="border: none;" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-6083411212458538532?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/6083411212458538532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=6083411212458538532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/6083411212458538532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/6083411212458538532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/10/halo.html' title='Halo!'/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-3438085771624985257</id><published>2011-09-23T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T02:21:02.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>half way of day 2!</title><content type='html'>Woke up a little late today.. And had a rather rough day, spending time wondering where to go and everything. A&amp;amp;W breakfast! Then shopped again at platinum. Then went and take their BTS for the first time! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno izzit cos I'm tired, I'm especially cranky today.. Please trust me when I say I dun wanna be this way.. But that Naraya place really drove me crazy! But.. At least two things came out good today, we bot many nice things... AND WE FOUND THAI PANCAKES! it was soooooo good! At least, the one from the first store we bot from. Hahaha.. Feeling so tired already, resting at Mac now for the rest of the night. Jia you my legs!! Jia you my stomach!! Jia you baby!! (cos on top of everything there's me giving you all sorts of hell:P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you! I'm sowwy! :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puii- :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-3438085771624985257?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/3438085771624985257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=3438085771624985257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/3438085771624985257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/3438085771624985257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/10/half-way-of-day-2.html' title='half way of day 2!'/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-1015857739917457010</id><published>2011-09-23T00:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T00:14:51.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;End of the day.. Not the most productive, but the most fun I've had in ages. Feel so blissful just to be here alone with baby.. The surrounding and foreign language makes me feel so vulnerable, so good to have him :)) &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I'm starting to love this place! True, I've only seen very little, but what I see I like, especially all the street vendor's food.. Must try must try everything :D&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Shopped a little today. Haha pretty tiring cos didn't really sleep at all last night.. Gonna go sleep now and wake up early for day 2! Love all this.. Love you my baby:) good night to you and everyone else :)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Puii-&lt;span id='BB_SIGN_BEGIN'&gt;&lt;img alt='BlogBooster-The most productive way for mobile blogging. BlogBooster is a multi-service blog editor for iPhone, Android, WebOs and your desktop' src='http://theblogbooster.com/pixel.gif' style='border:none;'/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-1015857739917457010?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/1015857739917457010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=1015857739917457010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/1015857739917457010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/1015857739917457010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-3762300525433257937</id><published>2011-09-22T06:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T06:03:32.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1000 smiles!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Strangely excited, couldn't sleep last night.. Feel like a stage fright almost! My stomach churning a bit with tiny butterflies. Shall start by saying that they really mean budget when they made the budget terminal. I know it takes away a bit of the cost, but it also takes away the magic of flying and going somewhere new. Haha..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Or maybe it's just me..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Boarding now.. Bye Singapore!&lt;span id='BB_SIGN_BEGIN'&gt;&lt;img alt='BlogBooster-The most productive way for mobile blogging. BlogBooster is a multi-service blog editor for iPhone, Android, WebOs and your desktop' src='http://theblogbooster.com/pixel.gif' style='border:none;'/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-3762300525433257937?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/3762300525433257937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=3762300525433257937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/3762300525433257937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/3762300525433257937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/09/1000-smiles.html' title='1000 smiles!'/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-6462359220779691826</id><published>2011-09-14T21:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T21:01:20.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>:(I dunno what I really want either...Maybe I just want to see you a little longer..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-6462359220779691826?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/6462359220779691826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=6462359220779691826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/6462359220779691826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/6462359220779691826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_4157.html' title='.'/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-4665448972668306832</id><published>2011-09-14T20:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T20:59:49.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-4665448972668306832?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/4665448972668306832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=4665448972668306832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/4665448972668306832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/4665448972668306832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_14.html' title=''/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-3170166404428298115</id><published>2011-09-12T11:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T02:23:37.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weird dream.</title><content type='html'>Just had the weirdest, funkiest, most fun, dramatic and exciting dream ever. I didn't wanna wake up cos I wanna see the ending! Haha!!  It's like the ultimate blend of all the shows I've been watching and it's quote amazing, there's a interesting storyline, and there's drama and action and flying and romance hahahaha.. Best part is I'm part of it :D but too bad, it was all lost in a second, the second I woke up haha..  Rarely have such exciting and fun dreams. Usually it's just exciting, in the tiring your heart kinda way.. Makes me feel like never sleep at all. I'm feeling weirdly recharged but still slightly tired now. Hahaha. Weird...  I dun mind dreaming the same dream again~ hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oh! There was a part where I was dancing! It felt nice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and real :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Puii-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-3170166404428298115?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/3170166404428298115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=3170166404428298115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/3170166404428298115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/3170166404428298115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/09/weird-dream.html' title='weird dream.'/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-1420474704988590205</id><published>2011-09-10T05:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T05:22:33.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>sometimes i feel sad thinking about it, but maybe even best of friends do drift apart some times. as much as i hope things can go back to the way it used to, i know i (we) have moved on from each others' lives, at least, me from them and the other way round.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe i've changed.. and everyone else =|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;puii-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-1420474704988590205?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/1420474704988590205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=1420474704988590205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/1420474704988590205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/1420474704988590205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-458252912050607830</id><published>2011-09-10T04:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T04:31:14.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what am i doing?</title><content type='html'>maybe i'm just harsh to myself. maybe i just refuse to let myself go.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;puii-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-458252912050607830?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-1909460153336488984</id><published>2011-09-05T03:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T03:06:46.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for thoughts...</title><content type='html'>first off, i have no idea how to quote this, cos i dun wan to, you know, not quote and get into any weird sort of trouble.. tho i doubt it, (i hope?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;“I HAVE always heard from my youth that in America it is possible to get a divorce for incompatibility of temper. In my childhood I always thought it was a joke; but I thought it even more of a joke when I discovered that it was true. If married people are to be divorced for incompatibility of temper, I cannot imagine why all married people are not divorced. Any man and any woman must have incompatible tempers; it is the definition of sex. It is the whole point of being married. Nay, it is the whole fun of being engaged. You do not fall in love with a compatible person. You do not love somebody exactly like yourself. I am prepared to bet that no two people were ever betrothed for a week without discovering that they suffered from incompatibility of temper. As long as a marriage is founded on a good solid incompatibility, that marriage has a fair chance of continuing to be a happy marriage, and even a romance. Someone said, “As long as lovers can quarrel they are still lovers.” Whoever said it had, at least, more wisdom and knowledge of human nature than some of the legislators in America.”&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;~from&lt;i&gt;’The Illustrated London News,’&lt;/i&gt;19 September 1908.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: grey; line-height: 14px;"&gt;by&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/G.K.Chesterton" style="color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;"&gt;G.K. Chesterton&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;on Sunday, September 4, 2011 at 6:44pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: grey;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Got this from facebook, and the title is "as long as lovers can quarrel they are still lovers", i dun quite understand that, because frankly, i'm struggling with that thought and that idea. i know its easy to say one thing but to actually experience that incompatibility is somewhat different.. i guess i just don't have it in me, or at least enough of it (whatever "it" is) to compromise or whatever im suppose to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 14px;"&gt;so what, if we dont quarrel we cant be lovers? i hope with all my might that that's not true~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 14px;"&gt;puii-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-1909460153336488984?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/1909460153336488984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=1909460153336488984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/1909460153336488984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/1909460153336488984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/09/food-for-thoughts.html' title='Food for thoughts...'/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-6161325380535353046</id><published>2011-09-01T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T14:31:24.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swim~</title><content type='html'>Been rather excited about swimming lately. once a week feels too little now.. and its even more fun going with my parents. seeing my mum trying to learn to swim, and my dad trying to teach her, is so cute =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to learn freestyle and (just a little bit of) butterfly. and well, improve on my frog. Hahahaha.. rather lousy swimmer but hey! it doesnt really matter does it? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, really enjoying it.. feel like going swim again.. yesterday my dad attempted to teach me the legs for butterfly style, and MAN its super tiring! Hahahaha my 腰 damn pain after a while! =P hahahahahah~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, XJH tmr!!!! and i can't wait!!! =D love those two sillies =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puii-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-6161325380535353046?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/6161325380535353046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=6161325380535353046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/6161325380535353046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/6161325380535353046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/09/swim.html' title='Swim~'/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-6661465394840582459</id><published>2011-08-26T15:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T15:34:04.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh!!</title><content type='html'>Damn angry yesterday. Was on a bus sitting, relaxing, enjoying a little me time with my music and my thoughts.. Saw this guy sitting in front of me held up his phone quite high, obviously trying to 自拍, so I was thinking: hmmm maybe he wanna use as Facebook profile pic, better not be in it later spoil.. So I siam, I shifted so I would be blocked by him and out of the camera's shot. When he is done I shifted back, thinking everything is okay and I can go back to my own world..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nooooooooo..... That was just the beginning.. Because of height of seats and angle everything I could see the content of his phone, and I looked over after that shot, idiot was TRYING to get me into the shot! His face was at the edge of the picture and if I haven't siam I'd be in the middle of the shot! Okay, NOT trying to sound like a I'm-prettier-than-everyone kinda diva here (well, you know how I think of myself..), but hello? Sneak shot?? For what!! Seriously!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm.. I saw that he failed to get his shot, then I also happy, crazy, take my photo dunno what he wanna do.. THEN.. He tried again! This time the cam was aimed STRAIGHT at me! He never even bother being discreet! Lucky the phone's got no front camera for him to check and aim so he can't really see me when trying to aim the cam and get the shot. I literally bend 90 degrees at the waist and lie on the next seat to get out of the shot. (hehe lucky no one) Few times he did that, few times!! He keep looking over his shoulder AT me, again discreet is thrown out the window, as if to check what's wrong with his aim, and to check if I'm there for him to take photo of. I was so pissed and worried and confused all at the same time. I dunno why my comfort on the bus must be compromised because of the dumb ass who tried to do stupid things like that! I stared him down every time he turned back (because he will definitely be able to see it even without peripheral vision.. He was that non-discreet..) but he still never give up. Still keep taking. Bahhhhhh :(((  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After few times, I think he know photos fail, so I THINK he switched to video, cos he held up the damn thing for a very long time.. Either that or multiple shots, hoping one of it could get me when I look over to check or what. I was so upset, I'm like thinking anyone can help me get rid of this psycho??!! Luckily he got up and left after that last attempt, alighted the bus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT before that he had to make my blood boil. Stupid idiot stood up and walked down the aisle to exit the bus, on the way, turned around few times to STARE at me with hateful eyes, like it's all my fault that he didn't get what he want! Omg I diao him he still stare at me with hatred! I dunno want to be angry or scared! He looked so psychotic I almost kinda feared for my life haha! I mean, I dun even know why the hell he'd wanna take MY pictures in the first place..(plenty of better picks everywhere) and what's with the obviousness of everything!! Hello, discreet mister! If you wanna 偷拍 please 偷偷 can? And dun bloody give me hateful looks, I knew what you did so you should be ashamed more than anything! Gee! What's with this world!! Where did that sense of righteousness came from that justifies that dirty hateful look you threw at me?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this is the first and last of such ordeals.. Felt so tired and uptight after siam-ing all his shots and everything, no more relaxing bus ride for me :( damn... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puii- and this is real angry! not diva talking! GAHHH! stupid..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-6661465394840582459?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/6661465394840582459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=6661465394840582459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/6661465394840582459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/6661465394840582459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/08/argh.html' title='Argh!!'/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-1808127785127016004</id><published>2011-08-23T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T12:29:53.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE! X1000</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iACy3mKAQ48/TlMqlh0yl2I/AAAAAAAABDs/zYkXGG5TqEI/s1600/1000-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="203" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iACy3mKAQ48/TlMqlh0yl2I/AAAAAAAABDs/zYkXGG5TqEI/s320/1000-2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha the "surprise in two days time" was our 1000th day together. Haha just another random reason to celebrate being together. Well the surprise kinda failed tho sadly.. i planned to make this big poster thing and decorate his room and everything before he came home to surprise him.. mushy letter and balloons streamers and all those things.. but i fell asleep after step one of the process; pasting the picture to a mounting board.. he came back and see me sleeping, AND he saw the picture AND nothing else and... no surprise no nothing. Hahahahaha i was damn angry with myself.. GAHHHHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry baby the surprise didnt turn out too well, tho i know you didnt expect anything in the first place. hahahaha.. Just thought we'd celebrate another milestone together.. =D dinner was great tho. i love that duck confit =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you baby! Many more 1000s to come =D it's been quite awhile since we've been together, you tolerate me, you really really tolerate me! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me love you long time, you're my favourite mian~~ =D Pom pom pom!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puii- &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/8781539-1808127785127016004?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/1808127785127016004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=1808127785127016004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/1808127785127016004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/1808127785127016004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/08/love-x1000.html' title='LOVE! X1000'/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iACy3mKAQ48/TlMqlh0yl2I/AAAAAAAABDs/zYkXGG5TqEI/s72-c/1000-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-2394271998514681997</id><published>2011-08-21T00:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T12:17:21.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1000...</title><content type='html'>1000 days with you baby! Dunno wanna say it's been so long or so fast, but it's really been like a casual walk down the beach with you. Some nice moments, some rain and storm. But we keep holding hands and keep walking :)  1000 days of lovin'.. Many more to come :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you my mian~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Puii-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-2394271998514681997?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/2394271998514681997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=2394271998514681997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/2394271998514681997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/2394271998514681997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/08/1000.html' title='1000...'/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-3614858641917500076</id><published>2011-08-20T13:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T12:18:13.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeee!</title><content type='html'>Donating blood at the bloodbank now.. Random decision that I woke up with. I think my blood pressure got problem my bag is filling up very fast! Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better eat later.. Hope they have Milo for reception with the coupon they gave me. Haha..  Kay la I'm just bored squeezing the stress ball.&lt;br /&gt;Milo Milo Milo~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puii-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-3614858641917500076?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/3614858641917500076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=3614858641917500076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/3614858641917500076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/3614858641917500076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/08/wee.html' title='Weeee!'/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-5743298209586416628</id><published>2011-08-19T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T23:04:47.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Hi baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years ago today we first met. And it was such a funny day :) I think it really was chance meeting at work and yes, I'm glad we fall (head over heel) in love. Fall and never gotten up. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving every single moment with you, yes even those bad ones, but I've decided to love them anyways cos that's how I know you and you know me. And hopefully those moments will go less and less and the happy days count will keep on rising. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I always win in arguments because you let me. I know you'll always be there for me. I know you care even tho sometimes I don't acknowledge. I know your heart loves me, even when your mouth don't say it. I know I'm a pain most of the times, but I also know I love you more than anyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love you baby, so look forward, more happiness coming your way in two days~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puii- :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-5743298209586416628?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/5743298209586416628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=5743298209586416628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/5743298209586416628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/5743298209586416628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-lovr-you-baby.html' title='I love you baby!'/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-4072906053504130554</id><published>2011-06-08T05:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T23:06:06.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;What a jerk. Well done trying to be the light of the world. Before trying to be high and mighty, please learn some damn manners first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should be no wonder why nobody respect you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puii-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-4072906053504130554?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/4072906053504130554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=4072906053504130554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/4072906053504130554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/4072906053504130554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/06/tch.html' title='Tch!'/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-53185178051147800</id><published>2011-05-10T10:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T23:06:39.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;POPPY SEED BUNS COME TO ME!!!!! :(((&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-53185178051147800?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/53185178051147800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=53185178051147800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/53185178051147800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/53185178051147800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/05/pop.html' title='Pop!'/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-7273625773079882366</id><published>2011-05-08T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T07:12:35.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cough</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Suddenly feel like I might be sick again. My nose randomly bled just now while eating, scared me, thought what's wrong. Now I got this thick phlegm thing in my throat and (seemingly) in my lungs. I feel horrigible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and I'm ranting here like I hope for some prescription)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways! Happy mummy day to all the wonderful mummies! And my lovely mummy, I love you!! You're the cutest!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I go rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puii- half dead (maybe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-7273625773079882366?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/7273625773079882366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=7273625773079882366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/7273625773079882366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/7273625773079882366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/05/cough.html' title='Cough'/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-3477218788356132469</id><published>2011-05-06T06:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T07:12:56.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to dance again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Ahahahaha.. I had so much fun these few weeks I totally forgot about my blog. Been hanging out quite a bit with those silly dancers I love, and June was back and everything, plus FWM and other things, really happy I got to spend some happy time with them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, they put an itch back in my heart. Especially FWM. Nothing about the dances or the choreography, just the sound of skin against rubber bringing back so many sensory memories for me, and that dance vid that showed them dancing all around lasalle. I remember and know exactly how that feels like! To slide against and roll all over the stage in front of an audience, to dance up and down those stairs and bridges around school, to move and stretch in those familiar ways, to sweat and pant and move. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I know exactly how that feels, and I crave it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate whatever took my dancing spirit away. I feel its time to find it back. Just, I dun think I have so much to offer anymore. Plus the ever annoying space issues. Maybe we should take the title of street dancers from now on, since its always so hard to find studioooooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, dancing on the streets might get us in jail so... Hahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to hang out with those girls again, and to dance again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puii-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-3477218788356132469?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/3477218788356132469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=3477218788356132469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/3477218788356132469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/3477218788356132469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/05/to-dance-again.html' title='to dance again'/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-3290345700230816834</id><published>2011-04-14T13:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T07:13:15.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random rants</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;It's been rather crazy, these two weeks. Felt like I dunno what I've been doing now that I'm back to "reality", or what I'm used to. Feel so tired, and sick on top of everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I feel better soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you my mian :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing I wonder; why are there SO MANY random posts on my tagboard and none from friends or readers (if any at all..)? Maybe I should get rid of it for good. Annoying, those random tags with links. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel awful, feel like I can't breathe properly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really looking forward to flowers reunite!!! And xjh!!!!! :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puii-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-3290345700230816834?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/3290345700230816834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=3290345700230816834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/3290345700230816834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/3290345700230816834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/04/random-rants.html' title='Random rants'/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-2949302091653831368</id><published>2011-04-07T19:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T07:13:42.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poof!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Waiting to board the plane back to Singapore at hongkong international airport! Felt like such a long trip. Glad to have baby with me the whole time. Had a pretty good time, tho I didn't buy much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going on now! Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-2949302091653831368?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/2949302091653831368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=2949302091653831368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/2949302091653831368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/2949302091653831368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/04/poof.html' title='Poof!'/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-7571848978389010444</id><published>2011-04-02T12:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T07:13:55.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yum!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Checking in!!! Just ate some awesome curry and roasted stuff. Feel so fat now. Gonna take a boat to some island later to walk walk! Loving the trip, and the place! I wouldn't mind staying here! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the love of foodddddd!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puii-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-7571848978389010444?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/7571848978389010444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=7571848978389010444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/7571848978389010444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/7571848978389010444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/04/yum.html' title='Yum!'/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-2107061942240589947</id><published>2011-03-31T18:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T07:14:09.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Sometimes you make me so angry I dun even wanna talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm too selfish to demand my ways. To please others and not you instead. Maybe I'm selfish that way. I'm sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm angry too. I dun think I am wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you just need someone that do everything your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'd come and hold my hands, everything can be resolved/dissolved.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puii-  too bad for me then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-2107061942240589947?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/2107061942240589947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=2107061942240589947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/2107061942240589947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/2107061942240589947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-3878121755908017516</id><published>2011-03-30T22:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T07:14:20.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere out there..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Kay la huh it's not so emo like I dunno where I am. Just wanted to do a quick update to my blog from the middle of nowhere along a big expressway going from Guangzhou to Shen zhen. I'm feeling a little sleepy so gonna catch a wink later. Day 3 of the trip and I'm so tired already! You won't see this till much later tho. When I finally find some wifi connections. Till then, I'll keep on my role as the tourist. Hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puii-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-3878121755908017516?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/3878121755908017516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=3878121755908017516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/3878121755908017516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/3878121755908017516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/04/somewhere-out-there.html' title='Somewhere out there..'/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-2502992295687064379</id><published>2011-03-28T00:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T07:14:41.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My sis becomes Mrs Tan!</title><content type='html'>Quick update before i finally remove all my hair and makeup and retire (shortly) for the night.. gotta wake up few hours time to get ready for HK-CN trip! =D So excited~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy that my sis got married this weekend! Really happy for her, and that the wedding went on very smoothly and everyone was there to witness their love and devotion. Glad to be her bride's maid, tho i never really helped with much bride's maid stuff like follow her to tea ceremony and carry her stuff and help with reception, but i am happy i got to be part of everything from beginning to the very end. and now, extended experience overseas! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excited to meet the family members! and to eat the food! and to shop! and to take many pictures! and to meet june baby! and many many things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahhhhhh i love hong kong =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, happy day!! Havent seen my parents so happy in a long time =D and my piggy sis look so pretty these two days! and my jie fu so shuai too! hahahaha~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kayzzzz better hit the sacks now if not i no need sleep again. ciao! i see yall when&amp;nbsp;i see yall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or... i'll update when there's connection, either way =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puii-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; poof!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-2502992295687064379?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/2502992295687064379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=2502992295687064379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/2502992295687064379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/2502992295687064379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-sis-becomes-mrs-tan.html' title='My sis becomes Mrs Tan!'/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-8591398527042990891</id><published>2011-03-23T09:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T07:14:55.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck in my head...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Though the world is so full of a number things,&lt;br /&gt;I know we should all be as happy as&lt;br /&gt;But are we?&lt;br /&gt;No, definitely no, positively no.&lt;br /&gt;Decidedly no. Mm mm.&lt;br /&gt;Short people have long faces and &lt;br /&gt;Long people have short faces.&lt;br /&gt;Big people have little humor&lt;br /&gt;And little people have no humor at all!&lt;br /&gt;And in the words of that immortal buddy&lt;br /&gt;Samuel J. Snodgrass, as he was about to be lead&lt;br /&gt;To the guillotine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make 'em laugh&lt;br /&gt;Make 'em laugh&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know everyone wants to laugh?&lt;br /&gt;(Ha ha!)&lt;br /&gt;My dad said "Be an actor, my son&lt;br /&gt;But be a comical one&lt;br /&gt;They'll be standing in lines&lt;br /&gt;For those old honky tonk monkeyshines"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you could study Shakespeare and be quite elite&lt;br /&gt;And you can charm the critics and have nothin' to eat&lt;br /&gt;Just slip on a banana peel &lt;br /&gt;The world's at your feet &lt;br /&gt;Make 'em laugh &lt;br /&gt;Make 'em laugh &lt;br /&gt;Make 'em laugh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make 'em...&lt;br /&gt;Make 'em laugh &lt;br /&gt;Don't you know everyone wants to laugh &lt;br /&gt;My grandpa said go out and tell 'em a joke &lt;br /&gt;But give it plenty of hoke &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make 'em roar &lt;br /&gt;Make 'em scream &lt;br /&gt;Take a fall &lt;br /&gt;But a wall &lt;br /&gt;Split a seam &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You start off by pretending &lt;br /&gt;You're a dancer with grace &lt;br /&gt;You wiggle 'till they're &lt;br /&gt;Giggling all over the place &lt;br /&gt;And then you get a great big custard pie in the face &lt;br /&gt;Make 'em laugh &lt;br /&gt;Make 'em laugh &lt;br /&gt;Make 'em laugh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make 'em laugh &lt;br /&gt;Make 'em laugh &lt;br /&gt;Don't you know... all the...wants..? &lt;br /&gt;My dad...&lt;br /&gt;They'll be standing in lines&lt;br /&gt;For those old honky tonk monkeyshines &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make 'em laugh &lt;br /&gt;Make 'em laugh &lt;br /&gt;Don't you know everyone wants to laugh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;Ah ha ha ha ha ha &lt;br /&gt;Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha &lt;br /&gt;Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha &lt;br /&gt;Make 'em laugh, ah ah!&lt;br /&gt;Make 'em laugh, ah ah!&lt;br /&gt;Make 'em laugh, ah ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make 'em laugh &lt;br /&gt;Make 'em laugh &lt;br /&gt;Make 'em laugh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-8591398527042990891?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/8591398527042990891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=8591398527042990891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/8591398527042990891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/8591398527042990891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_23.html' title='Stuck in my head...'/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-5513796985629803921</id><published>2011-03-23T08:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T07:15:10.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>、</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;问世间、情为何物，只教生死相许？天南地北双飞客，老翅几回寒暑。欢乐趣，离别苦，就中更有痴儿女。君应有语，渺万里层云，千山暮雪，只影向谁去？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;横汾路，寂寞当年箫鼓，荒烟依旧平楚。招魂楚些何嗟及，山鬼暗啼风雨。天也妒，未信与，莺儿燕子俱黄土。千秋万古。为留待骚人，狂歌痛饮，来访雁丘处。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-5513796985629803921?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/5513796985629803921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=5513796985629803921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/5513796985629803921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/5513796985629803921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_8738.html' title='、'/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-7515311625674476127</id><published>2011-03-22T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T07:15:50.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Exactly how many straws are there? Will there ever be a "last straw"? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get so upset I dunno what to think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right now, I cannot feel anything but the stinging, cooling feeling in my eyes... Yes I'm very emotional right now, and I feel so damn weak and vulnerable and useless and alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I'm so emo. I hate it when I cant even bring myself to smile at people. I hate it when I can't hide my sorrow, because it's so overwhelming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, maybe I shouldn't complain so much because everything is my fault. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like going into a dark and empty studio and dance/cry my heart out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puii-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-7515311625674476127?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/7515311625674476127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=7515311625674476127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/7515311625674476127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/7515311625674476127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/03/turn-away.html' title='Turn away...'/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-1223763323161080488</id><published>2011-03-22T18:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T07:16:03.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>也许我就是那老鼠屎。。。</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Sometimes, one small mistake is all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, one small flaw spoils everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i just feel like giving up and keep all my flaws to myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I just want to be alone. It's much better than having someone with you all the time,  but you still feel overwhelming loneliness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just a fool, a clown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of trying to please everybody....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puii- who will be willing to do that for me for a change?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-1223763323161080488?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/1223763323161080488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=1223763323161080488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/1223763323161080488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/1223763323161080488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_22.html' title='也许我就是那老鼠屎。。。'/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-2725362547615026505</id><published>2011-03-21T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T07:16:27.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;I dun want to have to try and do everything to know it was all useless, all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some times I do get very tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do wish sometimes, that everyone (including me) can be read like a book, and every problem solved with a formula. No guessing, no mistakes, and maybe finally some results. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some smiles or laughs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puii- it's hard...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-2725362547615026505?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/2725362547615026505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=2725362547615026505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/2725362547615026505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/2725362547615026505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-38673820060644474</id><published>2011-03-18T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T07:16:39.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random words...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Hot weather!!! Almost drove me nuts. So hot so hot. Should pick this kind of day for a swim!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I hope I get to eat chicken gratin with pesto sauce later! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got weird cramping pain on some small muscle under my left eye. It's threatening to cramp up everytime I try to focus on sone (eg. Typing these words on the annoyingly small keypads) Maybe my vision is failing cos I squint too much while looking at the iPhone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always feel strain on the eyes playing games or surfing on this damn thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blogging now just cos I'm on the bus abs I'm bored and the boyfriend have iPhone for entertainment (no need me anymore). Which reminds me. I actually do hate these technologies sometimes. True it makes the world a smaller place, now that we can know of things happening at anywhere in the world at any time,  but we all have excuses now to avoid even the kind of conversation/interaction needed to break awkward silences. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in each others' company in silent is quite beautiful. Have the same thing with a couple of smart techy stuff and bam goes the wall that isolates everyone from everyone. Yes I too am a victim/guilty. I hate it when I ignore people (unintentionally) because I'm playing sone stupid game on my phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, by the time I got to typing this part, chicken gratin is no longer an option cos of the long queue. But we finally get to try Barcelos! Shall see if it taste as nice as it smells! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puii-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-38673820060644474?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/38673820060644474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=38673820060644474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/38673820060644474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/38673820060644474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/03/random-words.html' title='Random words...'/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-3154729778349649993</id><published>2011-03-15T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T07:16:53.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;I want my own rabbit hole to jump into. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my own talking smiling cat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my own adventure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my own wonderland.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-3154729778349649993?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/3154729778349649993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=3154729778349649993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/3154729778349649993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/3154729778349649993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/03/away.html' title='Away...'/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-4060468475149819456</id><published>2011-03-15T12:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T07:17:23.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And my head goes boom boom boom boom..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;I feel like I've been hit by a ton of bricks. I got a headache from hell that refuses to go away. For two whole days now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts so bad I feel like crying again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahhhhhh I hate it when I feel so weak and there's nothing I can do about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I caught a moment to rant here cos I managed to drag myself to the toilet and wash my hair. The evaporating water is distracting me from the pain for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish this headache will go away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I've been thinking up some long term plans for myself. Hope I get somewhere with them. Too many things swimming in my head right now, together with the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst part is, I can't escape to dreamland cos I've been trying so hard to sleep the headache away. Now sleep left me and I'm alone. I have to face this freaking headache on my own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pleaseeeeee just go away!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puii-  oh no it's all coming back to me now :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-4060468475149819456?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/4060468475149819456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=4060468475149819456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/4060468475149819456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/4060468475149819456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/03/and-my-head-goes-boom-boom-boom-boom.html' title='And my head goes boom boom boom boom..'/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-3035335997973067847</id><published>2011-03-11T16:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T07:17:51.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cabin fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/TXnXscyfTLI/AAAAAAAABDk/K0Xori2Afuk/BB_Photo.png" title="Uploaded from BlogBooster"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/TXnXscyfTLI/AAAAAAAABDk/K0Xori2Afuk/BB_Photo.png" style="border: none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puii- burrrr....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-3035335997973067847?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/3035335997973067847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=3035335997973067847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/3035335997973067847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/3035335997973067847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/03/cabin-fever.html' title='Cabin fever'/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/TXnXscyfTLI/AAAAAAAABDk/K0Xori2Afuk/s72-c/BB_Photo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-1956253322934083394</id><published>2011-03-11T10:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T07:18:19.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketball ;P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Boo! Why Lakers lose again to Miami!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird uncomfortable feeling/almost angry or hateful(same as that which I feel when I see evil people do bad things in hk tv serials) sets in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nooooooooo...!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puii- c'mon LA!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-1956253322934083394?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/1956253322934083394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=1956253322934083394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/1956253322934083394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/1956253322934083394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/03/basketball-p.html' title='Basketball ;P'/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-190181090044253373</id><published>2011-03-11T02:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T07:18:51.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/TXkc4yaHQnI/AAAAAAAABDc/p9ELo-PfzwQ/BB_Photo.png" title="Uploaded from BlogBooster"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/TXkc4yaHQnI/AAAAAAAABDc/p9ELo-PfzwQ/BB_Photo.png" style="border: none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, everyone at the noodle place escaped from the dangerous attack of the high voltage electric lightbulb, by just a LITTLE bit! Like really, just a hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much excitement for supper. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puii-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-190181090044253373?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/190181090044253373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=190181090044253373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/190181090044253373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/190181090044253373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/03/crash.html' title='Crash!'/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/TXkc4yaHQnI/AAAAAAAABDc/p9ELo-PfzwQ/s72-c/BB_Photo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-2693537547553774609</id><published>2011-03-11T02:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T07:19:14.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doodle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/TXkTnf2_BWI/AAAAAAAABDU/zI4rN--5Fdw/BB_Photo.png" title="Uploaded from BlogBooster"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/TXkTnf2_BWI/AAAAAAAABDU/zI4rN--5Fdw/BB_Photo.png" style="border: none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute dog for adoption!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-2693537547553774609?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/2693537547553774609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=2693537547553774609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/2693537547553774609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/2693537547553774609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/03/doodle.html' title='Doodle!'/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/TXkTnf2_BWI/AAAAAAAABDU/zI4rN--5Fdw/s72-c/BB_Photo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-2100316608850509806</id><published>2011-03-10T12:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T07:19:30.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...that it's over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;I've been tied to the door. I cannot go in, nor come out. Everywhere I go is where the door is. Wherever I go is neither in, nor out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to those I left behind, and those waiting ahead. Looks like I'll be here for awhile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puii- someone tell my heart..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-2100316608850509806?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/2100316608850509806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=2100316608850509806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/2100316608850509806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/2100316608850509806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/03/that-it-over.html' title='...that it&amp;#39;s over'/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-3230786963275635101</id><published>2011-03-10T04:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T07:19:51.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitty cat.. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/TXfa5VcCqAI/AAAAAAAABDM/90N8GrSd4Io/BB_Photo.png" title="Uploaded from BlogBooster"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/TXfa5VcCqAI/AAAAAAAABDM/90N8GrSd4Io/BB_Photo.png" style="border: none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute the kitty cat!!! Cute bright big green eyes, super active when chasing bugs and random flying mail. Even pull mail out from letterboxes that's slightly ajar! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute.. Why can't all animals be so lovable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or rather.. Why can't we have the same love for all animals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, I've been watching Andrew zimmer's bizarre foods again and I have a weird urge to try fried tarantulas(big black hairy spiders with poisonous fangs). They saw it taste like fried soft shell crab!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I might not be able to stomach a whole spider, maybe just one leg:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puii-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-3230786963275635101?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/3230786963275635101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=3230786963275635101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/3230786963275635101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/3230786963275635101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/03/kitty-cat-d.html' title='Kitty cat.. :D'/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/TXfa5VcCqAI/AAAAAAAABDM/90N8GrSd4Io/s72-c/BB_Photo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-4190020785919378722</id><published>2011-03-09T15:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T07:20:25.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature, come back to me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/TXclSvce54I/AAAAAAAABC4/SGGXHlOAeKg/BB_Photo.png" title="Uploaded from BlogBooster"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="238" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/TXclSvce54I/AAAAAAAABC4/SGGXHlOAeKg/BB_Photo.png" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't seen a millipede in ages! Don't know why, but it brought out the kid in me when I saw it (yes, note to self: no longer kid anymore.) felt slightly happy. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly missing younger days... (something only done by people who's feeling age.. hahahaha..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;days in hongwen; playing catching, running randomly in the field, monkey bars, the 50 cents canteen food, the jackfruit tree growing behind the drink store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woodgrove; the crazy gang that i love (and miss). everyday buying a bottle of ice lemon tea and 2 chicken nuggets. running around the WHOLE school like we own the place. p5 camp. awwww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i can go back to those times, times when i won't be scared to pick a millipede up in my hands and wonder about everything =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puii-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-4190020785919378722?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/4190020785919378722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=4190020785919378722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/4190020785919378722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/4190020785919378722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/03/nature-come-back-to-me.html' title='Nature, come back to me.'/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/TXclSvce54I/AAAAAAAABC4/SGGXHlOAeKg/s72-c/BB_Photo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-3332466990768503483</id><published>2011-03-09T14:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T07:21:35.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mobile blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Heh.. Trying a blogging app. Hope it works, then I can chitter-chatter with myself here when I'm bored! Kay.. That's all I'm here for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to check for this post online!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puii-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-3332466990768503483?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/3332466990768503483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=3332466990768503483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/3332466990768503483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/3332466990768503483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/03/mobile-blogging.html' title='Mobile blogging'/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-3342541742502056902</id><published>2011-03-04T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T16:07:24.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My new favorite word is poof! I dunno why it just sounds cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puii-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-3342541742502056902?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/3342541742502056902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=3342541742502056902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/3342541742502056902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/3342541742502056902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-new-favorite-word-is-poof-i-dunno.html' title=''/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-2076016755587828379</id><published>2011-02-28T08:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T08:19:34.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puii-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-2076016755587828379?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/2076016755587828379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=2076016755587828379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/2076016755587828379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/2076016755587828379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/02/time-and-time-again-i-feel-like-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-7497018862289092064</id><published>2011-02-27T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T14:24:56.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wahaha.. first time trying to blog with iPhone. Still quite slow with the typing thing. Gahhhhhh I miss buttons sometimes. Can type without looking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, glad that I finally changed phone. Number still same, so please SMS me your contacts ya? Thx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puii-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-7497018862289092064?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/7497018862289092064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=7497018862289092064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/7497018862289092064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/7497018862289092064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/02/wahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-4652130577053267108</id><published>2011-02-24T06:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T06:36:57.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Taken from The Straits Times, 19 Feb 2011 issue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l16A-S3CiDs/TWWK-s9QlpI/AAAAAAAABCU/_DFuIfPdBKc/s1600/ST_IMAGES_CWSUICIDE19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l16A-S3CiDs/TWWK-s9QlpI/AAAAAAAABCU/_DFuIfPdBKc/s1600/ST_IMAGES_CWSUICIDE19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something interesting to think about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puii-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-4652130577053267108?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/4652130577053267108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=4652130577053267108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/4652130577053267108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/4652130577053267108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/02/taken-from-straits-times-19-feb-2011.html' title=''/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l16A-S3CiDs/TWWK-s9QlpI/AAAAAAAABCU/_DFuIfPdBKc/s72-c/ST_IMAGES_CWSUICIDE19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-2444950217583017539</id><published>2011-02-24T05:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T06:16:33.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wJo_FpNjle4/TWWHDe1rRwI/AAAAAAAABCM/-LaFtN9lGao/s1600/Photo+on+2010-03-01+at+19.32+%25233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wJo_FpNjle4/TWWHDe1rRwI/AAAAAAAABCM/-LaFtN9lGao/s320/Photo+on+2010-03-01+at+19.32+%25233.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7JztI3rZTY/TWWHLSGDF1I/AAAAAAAABCQ/unwvD4v8_Zc/s1600/Photo+on+2010-05-13+at+19.04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z7JztI3rZTY/TWWHLSGDF1I/AAAAAAAABCQ/unwvD4v8_Zc/s320/Photo+on+2010-05-13+at+19.04.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AaJrNM9M17Y/TWWBq0bDNZI/AAAAAAAABCI/MFAWEwTyouA/s1600/Photo+on+2010-05-31+at+17.55+%25232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AaJrNM9M17Y/TWWBq0bDNZI/AAAAAAAABCI/MFAWEwTyouA/s320/Photo+on+2010-05-31+at+17.55+%25232.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hehehe~ i feel like going crazy once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like exploring some place that i've never been to before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like packing some bread and cheese for a picnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like holding a rabbit again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like woohoo!-ing at the top of my voice while running around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like sitting by the beach; hot sand, cool breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like dancing again. i feel like dancing randomly, anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't care if people look at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puii- &amp;nbsp;sometimes i DO go crazy =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-2444950217583017539?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/2444950217583017539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=2444950217583017539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/2444950217583017539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/2444950217583017539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/02/hehehe-i-feel-like-going-crazy-once-in.html' title=''/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wJo_FpNjle4/TWWHDe1rRwI/AAAAAAAABCM/-LaFtN9lGao/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-03-01+at+19.32+%25233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-5483412297884156615</id><published>2011-02-14T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T00:44:52.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E_cxWDc6I2I/TWU4XNqBSQI/AAAAAAAABCE/_v60AMpzbT0/s1600/IMG_4954.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E_cxWDc6I2I/TWU4XNqBSQI/AAAAAAAABCE/_v60AMpzbT0/s320/IMG_4954.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YAY happy valentines!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and the boyfren did something so silly: buying v day pressies for each other with each other from the same place. HAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!! zero surprise BUT zero risk of the other party not liking it! =D hehehehe~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so hurray! for my first desigual top! =D i love that brand, and their stuffs. mayb i should work there (mayb got staff discount!) hehehe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we celebrated one day early, and i cooked! rather proud of myself for a first try at western food, tho my chicken ended up tasting pretty chinese, and looked kinda weird. and yes, candles and everything. hahaha.. act romantic.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i LOVEEEEEE the salad (even tho i say so myself). you can't go wrong with olive oil and vinegar dressing =D HEHE~ love it love it love it yum yum yum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, i love you plenty baby!! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;even tho sometimes i would turn into a monster because of small little things you do&lt;/span&gt;, but i love you okay!! =D hehehehe~ i love you and many more wawentine wif youuuuuuu~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puii-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-5483412297884156615?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/5483412297884156615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=5483412297884156615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/5483412297884156615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/5483412297884156615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/02/yay-happy-valentines-me-and-boyfren-did.html' title=''/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E_cxWDc6I2I/TWU4XNqBSQI/AAAAAAAABCE/_v60AMpzbT0/s72-c/IMG_4954.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-7745189521609181196</id><published>2011-02-10T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T00:34:22.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it sucks, the sight of burning bridges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sucks, to cross a bridge, and then turn around to see that its being burnt down and destroyed. leaves me with a sinking feeling.. even if i've crossed to a better place, i hate it that i cannot go back to familiar grounds anymore. i hate it that i cannot backtrack to check out other options, other bridges..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the sight of burning bridges. why must they burn it down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puii-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-7745189521609181196?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/7745189521609181196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=7745189521609181196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/7745189521609181196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/7745189521609181196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/02/it-sucks-sight-of-burning-bridges.html' title=''/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-4720447402771773554</id><published>2011-01-29T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T10:10:01.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/TUN03GApcKI/AAAAAAAABB8/y69Yo01WJ9E/s1600/Photo+on+2010-05-31+at+17.49.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/TUN03GApcKI/AAAAAAAABB8/y69Yo01WJ9E/s320/Photo+on+2010-05-31+at+17.49.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy days seem far sometimes don't they?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-4720447402771773554?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/4720447402771773554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=4720447402771773554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/4720447402771773554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/4720447402771773554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-days-seem-far-sometimes-dont-they.html' title=''/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/TUN03GApcKI/AAAAAAAABB8/y69Yo01WJ9E/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-05-31+at+17.49.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-5393103674439453371</id><published>2011-01-25T19:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T19:23:40.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate to have to do things that i really really don't wanna do, but have to do it to get by/survive/please everyone/etc.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, you should know that feeling..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't like to force myself, (nice way of saying i'm lazy). but its true, i really don't like to, and doing things that i don't like just brings out the sloth in me. yea like sid from ice age. hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know what i have to do. i have eyes; i can see the happenings and the situations and whatever that's going on that dictates our lives and its quality, i can see it and therefore know what i should be doing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..i just don't like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so should i be doing something i like, and die for it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or lie to myself, and the whole world, and force myself to be something i'm not, and possibly be super rice or super successful or super fantastic (haha..)?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes, i don't feel like dancing anymore, or be a dancer. "dance" is suffocating me, and mayb my love for dance altogether.. i feel trapped in a tiny box, and because of "dance" i cannot walk out, maybe 'cause of a sense of responsibility or gratitude or urgency, or just maybe because i can't bear to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss that happy place i went to with dance, just dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;puii-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-5393103674439453371?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/5393103674439453371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=5393103674439453371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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peaceful mornings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love peaceful, quiet mornings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;makes me wanna just sit with a cup of tea and watch the world go by.. hustle bustle hustle bustle..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;makes me wanna sigh a happy sigh and stare at the clouds, or the trees..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;makes me wanna lie in his arms and count the seconds, and his heartbeat..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't know why but i feel kinda dreamy.. i like it when i feel this subtle happiness in my heart.. like everything's gonna be wonderful, and we're all gonna be just fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heart full. stomach empty. can't wait for breakfast =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe there IS a reason why my boy calls me the food mongster!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;puii-   thank you. thank you. thank you. for a wonderful day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-3258126310688395626?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/3258126310688395626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=3258126310688395626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/3258126310688395626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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right here&lt;br /&gt;...till the end of time&lt;br /&gt;...till the earth stops turning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gonna love you until the seas run dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;...I've found the one I've waited for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-7675484114974562935?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-4083310510599128110</id><published>2010-11-12T13:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T13:27:22.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for once..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i really really really want to dance in the rain.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-4083310510599128110?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/4083310510599128110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=4083310510599128110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/4083310510599128110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/4083310510599128110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-really-really-really-want-to-dance-in.html' title='for once..'/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-74910625150172305</id><published>2010-11-11T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T00:36:25.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1000th post. just for the records, if there was one =P</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;J'ai compris tous les mots, j'ai bien compris, merci&lt;br /&gt;Raisonnable et nouveau, c'est ainsi par ici&lt;br /&gt;Que les choses ont changé, que les fleurs ont fané&lt;br /&gt;Que le temps d'avant, c'était le temps d'avant&lt;br /&gt;Que si tout zappe et lasse, les amours aussi passent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Il faut que tu saches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;J'irai chercher ton coeur si tu l'emportes ailleurs&lt;br /&gt;Même si dans tes danses d'autres dansent tes heures&lt;br /&gt;J'irai chercher ton âme dans les froids dans les flammes&lt;br /&gt;Je te jetterai des sorts pour que tu m'aimes encore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fallait pas commencer m'attirer me toucher&lt;br /&gt;Fallait pas tant donner moi je sais pas jouer&lt;br /&gt;On me dit qu'aujourd'hui, on me dit que les autres font ainsi&lt;br /&gt;Je ne suis pas les autres&lt;br /&gt;Avant que l'on s'attache, avant que l'on se gâche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Je veux que tu saches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;J'irai chercher ton coeur si tu l'emportes ailleurs&lt;br /&gt;Même si dans tes danses d'autres dansent tes heures&lt;br /&gt;J'irai chercher ton âme dans les froids dans les flammes&lt;br /&gt;Je te jetterai des sorts pour que tu m'aimes encore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Je trouverai des langages pour chanter tes louanges&lt;br /&gt;Je ferai nos bagages pour d'infinies vendanges&lt;br /&gt;Les formules magiques des marabouts d'Afrique&lt;br /&gt;J'les dirai sans remords pour que tu m'aimes encore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Je m'inventerai reine pour que tu me retiennes&lt;br /&gt;Je me ferai nouvelle pour que le feu reprenne&lt;br /&gt;Je deviendrai ces autres qui te donnent du plaisir&lt;br /&gt;Vos jeux seront les nôtres si tel est ton désir&lt;br /&gt;Plus brillante plus belle pour une autre étincelle&lt;br /&gt;Je me changerai en or pour que tu m'aimes encore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;pour que tu m'aimes encore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;puii-      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i love you cake =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-74910625150172305?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/74910625150172305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=74910625150172305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/74910625150172305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/74910625150172305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2010/11/1000th-post-just-for-records-if-there.html' title='1000th post. just for the records, if there was one =P'/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-9168578200381899032</id><published>2010-10-31T06:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T13:00:08.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my 999th post! its been quite a while huh? hahaha..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;half of it is probably rubbish, emo, random rants thats not even worth reading. and the other half may be random recounts of every day, emo too maybe. maybe not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't even know why i still blog. its just comforting some times, as if some one is there to listen to me. hahahahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, what is dance to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it don't have to be a fancy answer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you don't even need to give anyone any answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but think about it, when you're tired and you don't feel like moving anymore. if your body is tired, you might stop dancing for a day, but if the heart don't know dance anymore, maybe you won't even want to dance anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gahhh been feeling rather restless lately. partly due to the messed up "inner clock". i'm sleeping at hours when every one's up and awake and about busy with life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel like i'm wasting my life away. i need to do something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need to do something productive; creative maybe (even).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dance is also a movement of the mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my body speaks for me when i dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(not choreography; just dance)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not a speech - well planned and articulated; just conversation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so when will i speak with you (myself)?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time and empty space. i wish i wish i wish..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can't wait for oschool recital. can't wait to dance with all my cute and funny new found friends (except amy, i knew her since the last time =P) i'm pretty excited, three weeks' time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel like eating alot of things. battered fish and chips and dim sum top the list for now! well, it might change 5 mins later so.. just let me imagine it for a while =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes yes i'm blogging random again i know. i can't think straight. i'm suddenly very sleepy, and its the middle of the day now =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love you baby =) i'm sorry for being a mongster some times =P hehehehehe.. "you tolerate me, you really really tolerate me!" =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know you love me, i love you too capy-hero!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;random: slurppy!!! (however you spell it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;puii-  english. chinese. dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-9168578200381899032?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/9168578200381899032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=9168578200381899032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/9168578200381899032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/9168578200381899032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-999th-post-its-been-quite-while-huh.html' title=''/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-5744449882199112859</id><published>2010-10-26T10:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T10:47:29.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm up early and i'm so hungry now!! =P hahahaha like what's new =P i feel like eating nice eggs and sausages for breakfast, and complete the meal with english breakfast tea~ =D OMG SO HUNGRYYYYYY!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love my life now, dancing and loving =) BUT all that dancing these couple weeks make my neck damn tight now. Hahahhaha.. PLUS yesterday when i ask my fernvale princesses and soldiers to do head rotations, i must have overdone it myself =P Hehehehe~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noooooooooo.. No thick neck for me please!! =( Hahahhhahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm feeling very comfortable with casual dancing now.. no goals, no objectives, no requirements, no examinations, no criticisms.. Yes sound a little complacent and lazy but i like to dance like nobody's watching =) i don't care if everyone thinks i'm lousy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy dancing blindly~~~ no more nagging voices telling me to do more turn out and higher developpe and deeper plie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, at least for a while =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss albert's class so terribly! but i can't make myself wake up early to go lasalle for class =P heheheehehehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THANK YOU AARON LIM DARLING BABY, SWEET LOVE, HANDSOME BOYFWEN, DEAREST SILLY DUMBDUMB, MY CUTIE SWEETIE PIE FOR THE CAPY-SLIPPERS SURPRISE!!!!! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its so cute i'm gonna DIE =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yes i'm gonna die now too cos i'm so so so so hungryyyyyyyyyy =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can't wait till recital!! so exciting to see everyone working hard hard hard to put up a good show. love my recital mates! love dancing and rehearsing and spending time with you guys! =D Yay!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;puii-   you can't take away my joy; i won't let you ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-5744449882199112859?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/5744449882199112859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=5744449882199112859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/5744449882199112859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/5744449882199112859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-up-early-and-im-so-hungry-now-p.html' title=''/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-6125948205907596650</id><published>2010-10-26T03:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T08:19:33.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;please... let this happy feeling stay a little longer.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;there's always that special something about dance that's so profound, i guess you have to experience to know.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today i danced, and i felt like my heart was crying out, so much so i almost became dramatic and start crying. i'm serious! i had tears in my eyes.. hahaha so silly..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but only dance can bring me to this place, and i'm grateful to be able to come here again. its at a point where technique, skills, performance, people, elegance and everything else don't matter anymore, don't have to be perfect, don't have to impress anyone, don't have to "look good"..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just you, your body and your heart having a conversation with yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh man... empty studio, dim lights and emo music please =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;puii-    i'm in here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-6125948205907596650?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/6125948205907596650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=6125948205907596650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/6125948205907596650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/6125948205907596650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2010/10/please.html' title=''/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-7723429572700742222</id><published>2010-10-25T04:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T04:47:05.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i finally did it and i'm so proud and happy =) its been there like homework you know you need to do but cannot find the courage or reason to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hope with it goes the tiny little pricks, one by one, all away away.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;if only memories and feelings were made of paper, if only things in the mind could be like material things, put aside, forgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;if only time and love could wash away everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;if only we all were never hurt before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;today i let down one big rock, one that's been there blocking me, crushing me, hurting me. One i know i'd love to throw away, but didn't have the courage to. maybe you'll think i'm stupid, holding onto something like that, but aren't we all so silly, holding closest to our hearts the knifes and daggers that were thrown at us each and everyday, letting it cut us down into piece?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;today i let that big rock go. i'm very proud of myself. nobody can take that away from me. you might say i'm childish, but childish works and i'm happier already.. YAY! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I hope this happy feeling stays a little, and refreshes me a little. Months and months of carrying stones made me very tired. I feel like i can finally take a short breather, before i continue to walk, and continue to cast away swords and daggers. lets hope i come out the other side good and whole again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i want to grow again. grow to maturity. grow to love more. grow to understand. grow to perfection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and there's a ton of things i miss in life. i'm sorry, let me be for a while more. i'm not ready for everything just yet. i'm hoping in time i will, so give me time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;tonight i feel the joy of a small victory, over what i don't know. maybe that part of me that i really hate. that evil, hateful, unforgiving and angry side of me. maybe i won a little battle over it today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i love this feeling... of freedom? of achievement? i don't know, but its liberating, and i love it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;maybe finally i can walk out of your haunting shadows and into a bright warm place full of love and sweet things. maybe i can finally breathe in all the good things in life again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and maybe i can finally learn to love again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;puii-     goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-7723429572700742222?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/7723429572700742222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=7723429572700742222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/7723429572700742222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/7723429572700742222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2010/10/finally.html' title='finally...'/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-7452920132825947001</id><published>2010-10-24T16:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T18:34:53.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tears of love, again and again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;i can fly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;but i want his wings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;i can shine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt; even in the darkness. but i crave the light that he brings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;i can love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;but i need his heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;i am strong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt; even on my own. but from him i never want to part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;i hate it when i become overly emotional about everything, and make the good thing seem bad, and the bad thing seem like its the end of the world. i hate overreacting to every last small detail, i hate turning into a monster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;maybe i am a monster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;i hope these moodswings will swing by real fast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;and i'm missing my cute dumbdumb now.. many many many many! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;i love you =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;sometimes my love and concern make me anxious, and i'm sorry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;its way overdue, but i love my birthday trip to the USS with love =D it was a fun and happy place, and i love the madagascar penguins, and all our "penguin spoils" =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;i especially love my penguin watch =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;thanks baby, for the surprise!!! and of course, the lovely present that i lovelovelove =) more please! hehehehe!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;i'm so hungry, i havent eaten whole day, partly cos i slept half of it away, but i'm really REALYY hungry now. rehearsal in an hour plus time. i hope i eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;One day I met a precious soul&lt;br /&gt;Whose words had touched my heart&lt;br /&gt;His poetry resounded so&lt;br /&gt;It tore my soul apart&lt;br /&gt;But when I tried my thoughts to speak&lt;br /&gt;Emotion made my mind so weak&lt;br /&gt;And time stood still for years and years&lt;br /&gt;I bathed him in my tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried, I cried&lt;br /&gt;Tears of joy tears of pain&lt;br /&gt;I cried, I cried&lt;br /&gt;Tears of love again and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people turn to pills and things&lt;br /&gt;To help them through the day&lt;br /&gt;To take them up or down or just&lt;br /&gt;To ease the blues away&lt;br /&gt;But me I really want to feel&lt;br /&gt;The ups and downs of life so real&lt;br /&gt;Happy or sad emotions reign&lt;br /&gt;My tears flow just the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried, I cried&lt;br /&gt;Tears of joy tears of pain&lt;br /&gt;I cried, I cried&lt;br /&gt;Tears of love again and again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Gonna burn so completely I leave no trace&lt;br /&gt;Though so many out there would laugh in my face&lt;br /&gt;For wearing emotion so close to the skin&lt;br /&gt;Condemn me they might if to love's such a sin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried, I cried&lt;br /&gt;Tears of joy tears of pain&lt;br /&gt;I cried, I cried&lt;br /&gt;Tears of love again and again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;puii-   can't wait to dance again, and again =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-7452920132825947001?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/7452920132825947001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=7452920132825947001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/7452920132825947001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/7452920132825947001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-can-fly-but-i-want-his-wings.html' title='tears of love, again and again...'/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-272713176524566214</id><published>2010-10-08T02:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T02:43:30.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiest Day of the Year!</title><content type='html'>i'm blessed with a very still and quiet feeling of happiness deep in my heart today on my 21st birthday.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't ask for more =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a nice day out with the family. So proud and happy for the pig, cos she finally graduated and YAY! No more essays to write! =D Hahahahahahaha.. Took many many pictures! But its either with her, or with me, but i'm lazy to load all the photos into the com. Hahahahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for everyone's wishes!!! Feel so blessed to have people remember, even if its by facebook reminder! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahahah no i'm really truly thankful and happy =D I just wish this happy feeling could last a little longer, till the next 'happiest day of the year' =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pig got me a nice big helium balloon!!!! =D SHO NICE! and a bunch of flowers too! =D Hee so sweet!! At home they all wrote messages on the balloon =D i love it so much!! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner at Crystal Jade! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i love the tri-lingual birthday songs we sang! =D and the twenty one candles all around my doraemon cake =D and the 2.1 metres candle blowing ceremony =P Hahahahahahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i love mummy's agar agar red eggs =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a happy happy girl. A happy, simple, happy birthday =D Cannot ask for more =) thank you everyone..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and thank you baby =) i can't thank you enough for everything =) thank you for loving me =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;puii-      overwhelmed by thankfulness and happiness. hope i can hold on to this for a little longer =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-272713176524566214?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/272713176524566214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=272713176524566214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/272713176524566214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/272713176524566214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2010/10/happiest-day-of-year.html' title='Happiest Day of the Year!'/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-1985482725032493822</id><published>2010-09-29T04:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T04:32:02.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gahhhh i'm so sleepy! Its 418am and i gotta teach just a while later at 745am =P hopefully i will rem everything i just choreo-ed for class later. =P &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was horrible just now, i dun have any clue what i did last week for that class cos i choreo-ed it on the spot cos they dun like the new music i choreo-ed to, so i change lo.. hahaha change till i never draw out my stick man!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i forgot. hahaha very clever..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank God there was a light bulb moment and *tink!* i suddenly rem a step or two!! then i slowly rem the rest of it, and now i have some things i wanna do tmr! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Halo baby!! Hope you were surprised by dinner tonight! =D i wuv you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I randomly decided to try Texas Chicken, and wanted to surprise dar with it. So he drove, not knowing where he's going! =P hahahaha.. along the way i still worry mayb i gave wrong directions or what..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no chance, i'm DAMN GOOD with direction. HAHAHAHAHAHHAH =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, managed to keep it a secret till we reached the door =D not much of a surprise too, just random. hahahahaha.. anyways, its not too bad!! like a popeye copy. hahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay! Finally had XJH with full cast yesterday!! With the grass somemore!! (HAHAHA..) Yes, we were all late, lucky the grass know us better, and waited =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love XJH!! If only can have more more more! So sad Junebaby leaving again!! =( Then IvonnYipJiaZhen always too busy for me!!!!!!!! Hahahaha.. Love the company, love the chit chat, love the food =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bot a new pants =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happiest day of the year's coming! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm fat =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need new sneakers or something sporty and casual at the same time. the onitsuka tiger sporty shoe so nice, but so ex =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mayb i should just get lee cooper again. hahahahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instant long hair please! this length is killing me! =O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm blogging random again. Prolly means i'm tired. Kays!! I gonna slp for couple hours and riseandshine! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been thinking too much. i need to rest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;puii-    pimple problem =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-1985482725032493822?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/1985482725032493822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=1985482725032493822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/1985482725032493822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/1985482725032493822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2010/09/gahhhh-im-so-sleepy-its-418am-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-3921547018765633179</id><published>2010-09-29T01:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T02:06:43.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know this doesn't make sense....</title><content type='html'>I picked up a little rock while walking down the road. It was cold, and a little heavy. It sat in my hand, a small little weight. It was so small, i put it in my pocket. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walked a bit further and saw another rock. I picked it up too. A little heavier, this one. I put it in my pocket too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(You should know I've picked up these rocks, but I didn't want you to know, so they're safe in my pockets. No harm done, i thought.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats when i saw another rock, quite big this one, with rough and sharp edges. I didn't want to spoil my pockets, so i held this one in my hands. A small little weight, a heavier one, and this one, quite big.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did i mention it was foggy? Its always foggy along this road that i walk, cos you're not suppose to know what is ahead of you. Every step is a discovery, like how every second brings you a little in time. As i walk i saw more rocks, and i felt a need to pick them up. I know i shouldn't, and i know you didn't want me to, but...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.. now i have a handful of rocks. my pockets are almost full with the smaller little rocks. In my hands are the bigger, rougher ones with sharp edges. They are beginning to cut me a little, but i don't mind. i wouldn't give letting them all go now; i've held on to these for quite some time now. But now in front of me was a cluster of rocks, some really big ones. What am i to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I know you didn't want me to pick up these rocks but I....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a frenzy, i took them all; or tried to. Like some wild animal snatching its meal i grabbed the bigger ones and set them in my arms as fast as i could, piling the smaller (but rough and sharp) rocks on top of them. There were so much i couldn't even take it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was very hard to walk. I couldn't even see the road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weight was killing my hands, my fingers are turning white holding desperately to the rocks. The sharp edges are cutting me, rather mercilessly, like rocks would do. And i'm tired, the rocks made me very very tired. And i couldn't tell you how much the rocks are hurting me, because you cannot know. You wouldn't let me take all these rocks with me if you knew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know i shouldn't, but I did. Now i cannot let them go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Along the road, i see doors. I'd like to see what's behind those doors, but i can't. My hands are very very full. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I saw a figure, there was someone else walking on this road. And everywhere this person went, there was a trail of rocks, big and small, as if left there just for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, indeed, it was all for me, and i took it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wished and hoped and prayed with all my might for the person to disappear, so i wouldn't have to pick up rocks again, but it never happened, and i continued to try and hold every single rock i come across, walking down this road. Like a mouse being lure by pieces of food, I followed the rock trail to somewhere i rather hate. I'd much rather go back and see what was behind those doors that i passed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i can't. I cannot open those doors with my hands full with these rocks from the road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day, one important day, the person decides to leave. at long last. and no more rocks came along this path that i walk. Of course, just before departure, the person left me a gift, a rock so huge, so much bigger than anything i've encountered before. So i let it crush me; it was so heavy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't walk for a very long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then i saw you in a distance. But i know you couldn't help me. This was my rock, and i have to deal with it. I'm sorry i picked up the rocks. I know shouldn't have, but i did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took a long time, but i stood up eventually. Now i still walk with rocks, trying to drop them off one at a time. I still have quite a handful, but i've gotten rid of quite a bit. I walk easier now, and i feel happy again, even if just a bit. The rocks made me depressed, left wounds and scars all over me, and i know some will always be with me; I'll never learn to get rid of them. I just have to live with it, till the day i can learn to let it go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just hope i won't meet another person who would drop rocks onto the path i'm walking, and that i'd know better the next time I see another rock by my feet when i walk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;puii- sometimes.. its just not that easy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-3921547018765633179?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/3921547018765633179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=3921547018765633179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/3921547018765633179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/3921547018765633179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-know-this-doesnt-make-sense.html' title='I know this doesn&apos;t make sense....'/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-1987002048443666542</id><published>2010-09-24T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T23:22:41.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!! Been having this haunting headache for the whole bloody day, and its not getting better even now, and the day is ending already, HELLO?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not like its the most painful thing ever, but its so disturbing, its like i almost can't feel it, but its not quite so kind to let me feel "okay".. arghhhh its killing me!! =( i hope vienetta will cure it =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yes, i'm officially in love with that ice cream/cake thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay maybe the headache is a little worse than i make it sound. i can TOTALLY feel it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today wasn't as eventful as i hoped it'd be. i had time to read all the richie rich that i wanted! =D but i wish and i wish and i WISH for a slice of vienetta for supper treat to make up for it!! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qGn3Atwysos?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qGn3Atwysos?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love sia furler. especially this song. and this rendition =D wish i had the mp3 version, and it could be on repeat repeat repeat repeat =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKAY i wanna go lie down now. stupid headache.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;puii- I LOVE YOU BABY! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-1987002048443666542?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/1987002048443666542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=1987002048443666542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/1987002048443666542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/1987002048443666542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2010/09/gahhhhhhhhhh-been-having-this-haunting.html' title=''/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-2338920842998579439</id><published>2010-09-24T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T00:25:41.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so long never blog already!! hahahaha think i'm just lazy to log in and type and try and put my thoughts together..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe i'm just lazy to think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy that i've finally OFFICIALLY graduated, marked the end of my lasalle life at the convocation. yes throwing the motarboard (however you spell it) and everything =D i love the free satay. HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway the whole thing was so long and boring, and june and lulu didn't even bother with being discreet with the sleeping!! aishin an and me had a great time laughing at them. TOO BAD MY CAM WASN'T WITH ME!!! =( mega bummer. hahahahahahahaha it'd be a funny shot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and An's sneaky shot was sneaky, but no shot. hahahhahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy to be dancing alot more these couple of weeks, compared to that period when i just graduated. maybe my body can't take it cos i've been slacking for so long. my muscles are aching and my stamina is like sh*t. really damn cuiiiii.. really wish i had the self-motivation to go jogging or whatever. at least swim for real when i go swimming and not just play water. =P hahaahahahahahaaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways, i love to be dancing again.. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my shoulder's giving me problems tho. i do hope it'll start getting better tmr =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and womanhood's giving me a hell of a hard time today =( dayammmmmnnn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;poor baby had to stay home whole day cos of me =P SOWWY we couldn't go out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*andiloveyouplenty!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;halo sweet baby, my darling, my han-sum (without the beanie)! =D i know we sometimes forget, but i do love you many many! and thanks for always taking care of me when i'm sick and weak and being a whiny irritating kid demanding for ribena =P i love you more than capybaras! more than breakfast buffets, more than harvey digest mags, more than ice milo, more than swimming trips, more than tv marathons and everything else we do. but because of you, i get all of those too!!! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love you, and i love you loving me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy one and three quaters years! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;puii-    i'm in here, can anybody see me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-2338920842998579439?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/2338920842998579439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=2338920842998579439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/2338920842998579439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/2338920842998579439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-long-never-blog-already-hahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-4441942304810125973</id><published>2010-08-25T20:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T20:18:13.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy 20th Month baby!!!! Thanks for the random Itacho treat =D love it very much~ but its so ex.. dun anymore la huh? =P hehehehehehe... I WUV YOU WERY MUCHIE! =D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love that cute silly boy. He's so cute =D Love it when he smile =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bus hostage incident at philippines is so painful to watch =( and then i see these photos of people posing and smiling in front of that very bus and location of the incident, like its some famous landmark...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so depressing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so tired today!! How come?? I slept till afternoon, and i still had to doze off around evening time??? Maybe i'm lacking something.. Can't even try to stay awake. haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love my new elmo necklace!!!! =D Pose pics of it soon (or catch me with it LIVE if you happen to catch me wearing it =P) Its just a chain with a round ball, round ball being elmo's head. a bit random but.. quite cute what! =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahahaha.. bet June and Ivonn see already will say its another one of my fashion D things. HAHAHAH!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being the pig that i am... can't wait to lie down in bed and zzzzzzzz later. for some reason my back is giving me a very hard time =( since last week!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and those bones refuse to crack like they used to be.. no temporal relief for me =( hahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;old liao ah............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wanna munch of choco bar =D hehehehehehehehe!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;puii-  and i wanna dance again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-4441942304810125973?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/4441942304810125973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=4441942304810125973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/4441942304810125973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/4441942304810125973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-20th-month-baby-thanks-for-random.html' title=''/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-3504293516679819333</id><published>2010-08-20T05:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T05:59:46.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dreamt of a tree last night.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a white tree, dried and without leaves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i put a stick between two huge branches and begin to twist the tree, walking in circles around it. the tree twisted with me, forced to move by the stick in my hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;slowly i watch the tree twist and transform. a white tree, dried and without leaves, but now twisted like fresh dough in a chef's hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;slowly, branches turn into flesh, and i was dancing with two person, some sort of contact improv.. and then we separated, and we did our own improv. dancing in our own world, in our own space, in our own mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was a random dream, but rather surreal =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some times i really just wish for space and nice music, i have a little dancer trapped inside for far too long. taking class and learning steps just can't give me the satisfaction of being free and expressive. when i let go and just dance...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish that dream was real, and that i can be dancing again =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahhhh i'm sleep talking already. wish i have the same dream again =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;carol's reggae class was fun!!! =D gonna go again with the girls next time =) my neck is pain from all the head swing thing!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on a side note: happy 2 years anni to our first meeting cute boy!!! i wuv you!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;puii-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-3504293516679819333?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/3504293516679819333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=3504293516679819333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/3504293516679819333'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so many things, so difficult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so hard to get all the points right before we can draw a line thru it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its always the little little points that seem so hard. the line is easy to draw. that part is always easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its the tiny little things in life that gets me, for better or worse. make me happy or.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah you prolly can feel a little emo-ness and angst with this post but, i really just wish things could come by easier. with a snap of fingers or with a toss of coins down some well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't we all wish that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't know what good things come so hard these days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how i wish those fairy godmother stuff is real, then i can have my wish come true. then again, i'm not a princess, so i'm not valid. i'm screwed =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what happened to all the sweet little things in life? come out soon please, and chase all these little angsty emo bugs away from me.. pretty please?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;puii-   &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt; come out soon and make me happy again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-1296137320644299186?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/1296137320644299186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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=)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY to short shopping trip with ning NING =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel like eating prawn. stupid weird cravings.. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;womanhood must be coming..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yay to my new "disco ball" hahahahahahahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;teppanyaki for dinner! shiiokness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes i'm blogging in random cos i'm very tired and dun wanna think in chronological order. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm tanner now from thursday swim! =D love going to the pool with dar =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm hungry again =( but i'm suppose to be sleeping soon so tmr morning can wake up =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;baby look so cute with his geetar =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got colored lenses again =P so vain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss albert's class =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm really quite hungry. mayb i should slp now to stop the hungry feeling. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;got huge pimple when my specs rest on my nose. damn painful =( gonna be ugly tmrrrrrr.. sad.. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HUNGRYYYYYYY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;puii-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-3809141217255271972?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/3809141217255271972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no volume. no shape. messy and frizzy. curling in all the weird directions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there, i need to do something to my hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i dun wanna cut it cos SOMEONE wants me to keep it long. hahahahaha... so i keep lohhhhhhh.. =P (sense the unwillingness, yes) hahhahahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no la, i'll give long hair a shot. mayb i'll like it, but i doubt it =P its so hot and hard to manage. bahhhhh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm happy to be dancing again =D just did lyrical jazz class, and had hiphop rehearsal yesterday. love to be learning and aching again!! =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and more dancing coming up~~~ loving loving it so much! 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href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-need-to-do-something-to-my-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-3446415728400614861</id><published>2010-07-22T16:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T17:46:25.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life's been good =)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i'm finally having a bit more fun teaching =D the younger ones actually, since i was having the most trouble and headache with them =P this week their teacher is there to help so i had a much easier time =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;last week, i couldn't teach at all cos i spend most of the time (trying to) scold them. but they dun listen also. hahahah jia lat =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this week, their teacher say (not even shout) once and they kept quiet (for a very short while). i can teach again!! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm bad with little childrens. i can't talk properly to them. i keep worrying they won't understand me if i use the wrong words. and i keep tripping myself over with the things i say, creating super awkward silence. okay la now not so bad. =P i can pick myself up from silence =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it gets better each time =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love all the kids i'm teaching, because they are all so creative. i do one thing, all of them have different interpretations or variations to the steps. hahahaha so cute =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm still scared of teaching little kids tho. hehehehehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i went to the big big pool with slides and lazy river and wave pool at jurong with baby yesterday! =D had so much fun swimming away from weird characters with O_O eyes and pushing waves away so it won't hit us so hard. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tho i dun have chewie's self-motivation to do pushups, i did work my arms very hard propelling myself forward (and backwards, but fail to move at all cos of the current in the lazy river) and it was so sore the next morning (this morning actually). hahahahahahhaaha.. hopefully that was something =P yay to swimming! love it~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we had super delicious curry rice after that! =D mega love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my phone is cui-ing already =( some of the essential buttons are not working anymore =( both the green and red buttons with the phone sign can't work, and my backspace button can't work =( so i can't initiate a call, can't hang up, and can't backspace when i type something wrong when i sms. hahahahahaha so stupid. now my messages look so weird with all the typos that i can't correct. time for new phone soon =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like this phone tho, even tho its so outdated, lagging and spoiling. =P hahahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what to get for new phone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wanna dance again =D but where can i dance my heart out without being seen? =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i see my old photos, and i feel so fat now =( a year back, my arms was half the size it is now =P i'm eating lesser already!! what you want?? *look angrily at tummy* hahahahahahaha.. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss hanging out with my favourite funky fish, silly plankie antelope and the cutest random rabbit who always play along with my randomness =D (ni yao ah? NI YAO AH??? *psychotic face) i wanna hug them now =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i miss my june baby!! =( wish i can go hk and see her dance in disney now! =D too bad cannot.. sian..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ivonn too! aston's! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss the two old woman..&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt; but i think they hate me now =( maybe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss val too! But gonna see her coming sunday so YAY! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss the silly dancers at lasalle =D if only we're still on holiday now and school is gonna reopen for us to dance together again! =P hehe~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha whats with the random emo-ness and random misses.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've been playing sims3 again =D had fun building my "family" a new house by the beach =D hahaha i'm just trying to make them very very rich now. dunno for what also. hahahahahaa.. maybe i'll get bored soon and then go and play some other weird character or family =P hahaaahahah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love you sweet baby =D more and more each day =*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;puii-    happy today 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title=''/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-129886581213472063</id><published>2010-07-07T15:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T19:29:12.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>need to cut my fringe. its all over my face, unless i comb it to one side. but if i do, it'll expose my forehead, and i dun want that to happen..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cos i dun like my forehead. hahahahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feel like going swimming again. or at least some form of exercise. i need to moveeeee... haha now i only sweat when i do excessive knee bends when teaching kids, when they refuse to bend and i bend on their behalf. hahahaha!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they (most of them) are so cute =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;class again tmr! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had random sashimi surprise yesterday!! =D dar suddenly made sashimi appear in front of a pms-ing me =D dumbdumb boy made me 哭笑不得, hahahahaha.. dunno to continue angry or to laugh. hahhahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dunno where he learn these tricks from. hahahahahahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;sho shweet of you baby =D love love love you~~ *ifonlysomeone'ssosweeteveryday!!* =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jenny's wedding in a few more days =D so exciting!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feel like eating something random. like chips or something..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;puii-   gotta wake up early tmr! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-129886581213472063?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/129886581213472063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=129886581213472063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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better than the first time, so i wasn't so freaking out. but still abit awkward sometimes, cos of the random pauses. but nothing beats that long long silence on tuesday when the whole room was listening to me, and i took a breath, and my mind went blank for the longest time. hahaahhaa!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's gotta suck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways, yesterday's kids are older so mayb i still can rem how to talk to 12 year olds...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;save me from the 7 year olds please! hahahahahahahahha.. i dunno how to talk to them, or how to get them to listen to me! =P its suppose to be fun for them, so i have few more days to think it thru before i try and redeem myself with them. hahahahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my gosh.. teaching is so different. i wish they taught that in school! hahaha especially classroom management.. its like a whole new subject. i better pick things up fast if not i'll be panicking everyday. hahahaha~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kay la.. gotta prepare to go out soon. dun wanna be late&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;(so early into the job)&lt;/span&gt; hahahahahhaha!!! fingers crossed! hope all goes well =D haha machiam every class is an exam lidat =P in any case must remember Ms Ivonn's words =D just do lo.. do only mah... just try la just try. try only... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;puii-  green tea for my morning =D shall have milo later at school canteen =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-4529380771929371159?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/4529380771929371159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=4529380771929371159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/4529380771929371159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/4529380771929371159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2010/07/bahahahahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-2959600428535977555</id><published>2010-07-01T04:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T04:10:30.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;But what do you say to taking chances,&lt;br /&gt;What do you say to jumping off the edge?&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing if there's solid ground below&lt;br /&gt;Or hand to hold, or hell to pay,&lt;br /&gt;What do you say,&lt;br /&gt;What do you say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;And I had my heart beaten down,&lt;br /&gt;But I always come back for more, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing like love to pull you up,&lt;br /&gt;When you're laying down on the floor there.&lt;br /&gt;So talk to me, talk to me,&lt;br /&gt;Like lovers do.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah walk with me, walk with me,&lt;br /&gt;Like lovers do,&lt;br /&gt;Like lovers do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you say to taking chances,&lt;br /&gt;What do you say to jumping off the edge?&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing if there's solid ground below&lt;br /&gt;Or hand to hold, or hell to pay,&lt;br /&gt;What do you say,&lt;br /&gt;What do you say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;puii-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-2959600428535977555?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/2959600428535977555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=2959600428535977555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/2959600428535977555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/2959600428535977555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2010/07/but-what-do-you-say-to-taking-chances.html' title=''/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-8483342260259357126</id><published>2010-07-01T03:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T04:01:11.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i need hip hop class again! i feel so trapped and my body is lost. i cannot teach like that, i feel like i can't do it anymore =( i dun even know it very much and now im making a living out of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i know.. a bit overeacting.. but its so late at night and i still can't sleep cos of this whole thing... i really dunno what im gonna do in class tmr. hope the time pass fast! introducewarmupwaterbreaktechniquetrytochoreoseewhattimecooldownBYE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;or so i hope......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i dunno what im scared of. im totally not confident and not comfortable with everything. but hai as ivonn say. just do lo..... do only mah... just do la... =P but i dun want to teach the wrong thing, or anyhow do, or say wrong thing. but i might, because im not prepared. and i just dun feel prepared enough..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;but hecks im just gonna go slp now and hope for the best =D kids... pls love me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;puii - a first time teacher freaking out. hope i dun get phobia outta this =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-8483342260259357126?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/8483342260259357126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=8483342260259357126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/8483342260259357126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/8483342260259357126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-need-hip-hop-class-again-i-feel-so.html' title=''/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-2291724307071017374</id><published>2010-06-03T16:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T16:09:42.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 20px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Whatever happened to fair dealing&lt;br /&gt;And pure ethics&lt;br /&gt;And nice manners?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it everyone now is a pain in the Ass?&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to class?&lt;br /&gt;Class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 20px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to Please may I&lt;br /&gt;And Yes thank you&lt;br /&gt;And How charming?&lt;br /&gt;Now every son of a bitch&lt;br /&gt;Is a snake in the grass&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to class?&lt;br /&gt;Class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 20px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there ain't no gentelmen to open up the doors,&lt;br /&gt;There ain't no ladies now there's only pigs and whores&lt;br /&gt;And even kids'll knock you down so's they can pass&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's got no class!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 20px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Whatever happened to old values&lt;br /&gt;And fine morals&lt;br /&gt;And good breeding?&lt;br /&gt;Now no-one even says oops&lt;br /&gt;When they're passing their gas&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to class?&lt;br /&gt;Class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 20px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, There ain't no gentelmen that's fit for any use,&lt;br /&gt;And any girl will touch your privates for a deuce&lt;br /&gt;And even kids'll kick your shins and give ya sass&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's got no class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you read about today is rape and theft&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ, ain't there no decency left?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's got no class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every guy is a snot&lt;br /&gt;Every girl is a twat&lt;br /&gt;Holy shit (Holy shit)&lt;br /&gt;What a shame (What a shame)&lt;br /&gt;What became of class?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-2291724307071017374?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/2291724307071017374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=2291724307071017374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/2291724307071017374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/2291724307071017374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2010/06/whatever-happened-to-fair-dealing-and.html' title=''/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-4869559771181203577</id><published>2010-05-12T15:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T17:30:37.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wahaha i got three blog entries that's been saved as drafts cos i always couldn't finish writing one entry, then i had to leave it, and now its too late to post them cos its all so OVER.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahaaahahaha ya ya lousy me =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i forced dar to buy distilled water instead of green tea, lest we die of diabetes. hahahahahahhaa... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've been damn accident prone lately, especially yesterday. stupidly hurt my right shoulder, very clever puiman =D and my toes still hurt from kicking yanhui that time! thesis show rehearsal! hai, so long already the pain's still quite intense. mayb i need ma guang to take a look at it, in case stuffs is broken or twisted inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chicago was AWESOME =D i wanna rewatch the movie again again again =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but dar dun feel like yet, so i stuffed my craving for musicalmovie with phantom of the opera AGAIN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'s gotta be like the 23925284092832th time i've watched that show. hahahahahahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i love the boyfee for helping me thru last weeks of school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yes school is OVER! and yes to retirement =D hahahahahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss albert's class ALOT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FWM was nice =D couldnt cherish it more, and i miss that bunch super badly. i miss dancing together! but i cannot wake up for morning extra classes!!! =P hahahahhahaha sian...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;been playing all the old school pc games. hahahahahahahaha wasting my days on them once again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm here for random update cos An Nur Azhar tell me to. hahahaha!!! eh faster grumble tummy too you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;high tea with the flowers was FUN! =D Ivonn!!! i miss that salmon tofu thing!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;few more days few more daysssssss =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got sushi craving. i wanna eat healthy raw fish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;puii-   i'm feeling very random, i'll blog properly when i feel organised. who knows how long thats gonna take! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-4869559771181203577?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/4869559771181203577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=4869559771181203577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/4869559771181203577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/4869559771181203577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2010/05/wahaha-i-got-three-blog-entries-thats.html' title=''/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-2411213689619590271</id><published>2010-03-20T15:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T17:45:45.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Week 10 is over over over already! so fast! which means we only have few more weeks in school. which means time is running out. which means.. i shouldn't be blogging even now. should be doing the deadly "T" that still, shall not be spoken of, especially by An Nur Azhar. HAHAHAHAHAA...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pamela pietro's here for one more week. love her technique classes. her movement combination very nice to dance =) and she's so fun and bubbly. hee.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i miss albert's class too.. hahahahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I WANT SUN MOULIN CHEESE BREAD! so sad these's only one branch. so wish i can have  that every everyday! =P HEE~ won't work to buy alot and store too.. won't be that nice after a while.. so.. only fresh will do!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay work now =P hee..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;puii-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-2411213689619590271?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/2411213689619590271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=2411213689619590271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/2411213689619590271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/2411213689619590271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2010/03/week-10-is-over-over-over-already-so.html' title=''/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-366707885975526707</id><published>2010-03-12T19:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T19:49:43.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gahhhhhhhhh.. jecko's last day already. hahahaha missing him and ajeng already. they were damn fun, and rehearsal was damn fun =D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;damn tired ahhhhh.. im procrastinating starting my rehearsal. ivonn's eating now and.... aiya i just lazy to start. hahahahahaah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;root beer very nice..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i wish we can really FLY =D HEEHEE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;puii-       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-366707885975526707?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/366707885975526707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=366707885975526707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/366707885975526707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/366707885975526707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2010/03/gahhhhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-1697766802586331534</id><published>2010-03-06T11:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T14:45:57.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I NEED MORE STICKMEN IN MY NOTEBOOK!!!! and more stuffs to be typed out on the word document "thesis"... and i need to remember all the ballet and contemp exercises which probably have been automatically erased by the large amount of choreo we had to stuff into our MEMORY CARD =D during the week.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first i'll need to install a memory card slot up there, then i need to get some monster memory card. hahaha lets start with 1 TB of space. maybe thats enough. hahahahahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bahhhhhhhhhh i'm feeling the stress as the closing weeks draw closer (well, everyone's feeling it i think) but being the lazy ass that i am............ hahahahahahaahha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe i should stop blogging and go back to trying-to-read-those-books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and maybe think about what to eat for lunch while i'm at it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the week's been crazy. crazy tiring, crazy long, crazy stress days.. everyday of the week. the schedule really felt more like a punishment. everyday felt like three performance labs back to back! hahaahaha lunch and random water breaks of course. hahaha yesterday so nice, still get half and hour break, enough time for paddle pop =DDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but its been crazy fun too. hahahhahaa if anyone watched rehearsal, we prolly look like a bunch of liberated monkeys. we weren't our usual, "normal" self. hahahahahaha but thats the fun part =D jecko brought humour and i think we all needed that. but haha we're also so damn stressed out cos there a hundred and million tiny steps to remember, all so distinct and precise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i see the work-in-progress video and i'm proud of us =D looking pretty good for first week in kangaroo high school! =D and besides, i love this bunch =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not really looking forward to the last quarter in school. cos we all know, its just gonna get harder from now. but my babies, lets push till the end. hopefully we fly all the way till FWM =D JIA YOU!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and looking at the schedule, everything's gonna be super fast.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay back to books now! i'm hungry...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;puii-    missing the curry cutlet rice already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-1697766802586331534?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/1697766802586331534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=1697766802586331534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/1697766802586331534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/1697766802586331534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-need-more-stickmen-in-my-notebook-and.html' title=''/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-7005333672603803288</id><published>2010-03-02T21:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T21:38:56.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let me speak on everyone else's behalf: SO TIRED TODAYYYYYYYYYYYYY =(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wanted to detail out what we been through, but i think of it i'm tired already. so lets leave it at that and talk about happier things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY that the day is finally over!!! =D im so tired now... just now i went toilet to change out the cold shirt, i sit down on the 'throne' and almost fall asleep. my goshhhh haven't been so dead tired and weak in a very long timeeee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lucky dar bought me fooooooood just before lulu's rehearsal. if not i'll die, surviving the day with just mcmuffin and fuji sparkling. i feel slimmer already..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay.. haha.. maybe not =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm so tired i wish i have a bed now. no matter how noisy or hot the room is i think i'll just crash. i dun even wanna care where's hurting (ankle ankle.. the ankle's hurting..) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on a happy note, i think jecko's stuffs are quite weird for the body, but nice and interesting to watch. =D feels quite shiok to do actually, if we're not too tired to remember everything and do properly. hahahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but this whole week's schedule really gahhhhhhhhhhhhhh... we're all even more tired and busy and stress than normal school time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wan 1.5 litre of H2O sparkling again! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i wan........ i wan........ i zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;puii-        capyheroo! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-7005333672603803288?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/7005333672603803288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=7005333672603803288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/7005333672603803288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/7005333672603803288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2010/03/let-me-speak-on-everyone-elses-behalf.html' title=''/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-2927258454337497037</id><published>2010-03-01T19:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T19:57:50.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jecko was a nice twist to routine. a bit weird, new, but fun too some parts. hahahahaha.. i haven't seen some people so chu ka liao before!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and zuyou that new found xie xing. he can form one team with yan hui! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wanna eat chicken chop from isle cafe... and salmon... and curry chicken noodle...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and butterhead lettuce and sun moulin's cheese bread.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gahhhhhhh i wish i had that bread now. i'm so hungry =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hope i dun get sore throat tmr... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love my dancers =D and my rehearsals are prolly not doing them any justice at all. gahhhhh stupid brain block =( SOWWY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;puii-      red bracket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-2927258454337497037?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/2927258454337497037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=2927258454337497037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/2927258454337497037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/2927258454337497037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2010/03/jecko-was-nice-twist-to-routine.html' title=''/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781539.post-1877573829291472973</id><published>2010-02-28T14:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T17:59:29.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WAS SO HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY! Finally finally finally!! Body worlds body worlds body worlds! =D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehehehe~~ was so happy finally get to go see body worlds! =D well its all a bit morbid but just so amazingly awesome! =D actually, i loved it so much i was crazy enough to ask dar to get me the catalog for it =P i think i have a sick fascination for science and anatomy. it kinda gross me out, the thought of their process.. but its all cool too =D, it feels rather weird to say, but its really beautiful..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes its all flesh bones and blood but its nice, like stuck in time or something, and carefully/skillfully being exposed, arranged in so many beautiful ways. creepy and pretty =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yes yes i love the catalog book dar, i'll read it over and over =D hehehehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;plus we got cool tshirts, a cute file and a dvd..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bahhhhhhhh... its so nice, i can't even tell you!! =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;few days late but, happy 15th =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bahhhhh... week 8 is coming and the only thing im looking forward to is we get to go to school a LITTLE later, which means alot for me in the early morning.. hahahahaha.. more sausage mcmuffins for me! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pretty excited about meeting the guest artist next week =D tho i'm pretty sure its gonna be sooooooo tiringgggggg.. im glad the weekend was restful (if there's such a word.. and if it means what im trying to make it sound like...) hopefully i'll be ready for week 8 (and 9 and 10 and...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hopefully it'll last me till may 1st. then maybe i'll retire with june. HAHAHAHA!! =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;loved albert's class on thursday =D no love for the running in perf lab =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;daahhhhhhhhhhhh.. i suddenly feel stress over choreo. i watched it so many times, i feel its so boring now. damn.. need sparks of random ideas =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sudden craving for salmon!!! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;need my dose of mythbusters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if wendy's became what we experienced yesterday, i'm officially hating it, yes even tho they sell baked potatoes! (and yes they ran out yesterday when we went. minus marks!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my neck's acting up again.. now there's a swollen nerve like thing that makes my whole back feel damn stiff, especially the deep muscles around the spine (and yes, clean forgotten what they're called). i cannot anyhow do head rotation anymore =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;massaging it doesn't help. damnnnn.. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my gums are pain where there's suppose to be wisdom tooth. thankfully, just one side, so i still can chew on the not pain side. but it just kinda sucks cos i like to move my food around before swallowing.. hahahahahahahahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i've been damn accident prone this few days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm hungryyyyyy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;puii-          lousy penang fried kway teow! =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781539-1877573829291472973?l=lovearista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/feeds/1877573829291472973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781539&amp;postID=1877573829291472973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/1877573829291472973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781539/posts/default/1877573829291472973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovearista.blogspot.com/2010/02/was-so-happy-happy-happy-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>lovearista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700396785922103169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2yTaiCj4k5Y/SIZSot_J_fI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4DlrwZCj-F8/S220/IMG_7948.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
