<?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-14740889</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:51:55.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my sweet little RHAPSODY</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-115233898480250515</id><published>2006-07-07T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T23:20:01.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In loving memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;INSTRUCTIONS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do the following without complaining.&lt;br /&gt;2. Choose 5 people to do this after you've completed yours.&lt;br /&gt;3. Leave a tag on the person's tagboard to say that he/she has been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;4. Start your post with "I have been tagged!" then do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FAVOURITES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;color : I used to love pink and purple. Now I'm a&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; green&lt;/span&gt; freak (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;food : Is it sort of a cliche for Chinese people to love &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Western food&lt;/span&gt;? Must be all those cafes I hang out in=l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;song : Recently&lt;/span&gt; started to listen to Chinese music, doesn't mean I like it. Though &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Gai Shi Ying Xiong&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Wan Mei De Hu Dong&lt;/span&gt; - Wang Lee Hom is nice. And ANY guy who sings &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jian Dan Ai&lt;/span&gt; - Jay Chou to me, you'll definitely get the girl! Also, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hips Don't Lie&lt;/span&gt; - Shakira ft. Wyclef Jean, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Control Myself&lt;/span&gt; - LL Cool J ft. J.Lo, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Vacation&lt;/span&gt; - Simple Plan, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Best Day of My Life&lt;/span&gt; - Jesse McCartney, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Harajuku Girls&lt;/span&gt; - Gwen Stefani!&lt;br /&gt;movie : Gosh. Difficult to answer. I'm pretty much a movie buff. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Chick flicks&lt;/span&gt; in particular. Although I enjoy serious movies like &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Munich&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Schindler's List&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;sport : Duh. If you don't know the answer to this, you don't know me well enough! &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Football&lt;/span&gt; rocks, even if I can't kick a ball to save my lifeXD&lt;br /&gt;day of the week : Can I choose three days? &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; - Get to sleep after Literature class. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; - Get to sleep in! &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; - Get to go shopping and my mother pays (:&lt;br /&gt;season : Not any in particular. Although I love &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;summer&lt;/span&gt; in Australia.&lt;br /&gt;ice-cream : &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Pralines and Cream&lt;/span&gt;! As long as there's fudge, butterscotch or honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;CURRENT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mood : contemplative=l &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;BETRAYED&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;taste : Bread with peanut butter and honey. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;clothes : Racerback top (( Ooh-la-laXD )) and shorts.&lt;br /&gt;desktop : iTunes, IE, MSN Messenger.&lt;br /&gt;toe nail color : &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt;. Stupid colour, now I think of it.&lt;br /&gt;time : 1.37 pm. Hmm, sound familiar, Chareli?&lt;br /&gt;surroundings : Handphone of course. Music. Barbie dolls. A very big hallway. And the staircase right behind me.&lt;br /&gt;annoyance : More like an irritation. Stupid guys who can't be friends to anyone except themselves and their girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;thoughts : FREAKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FIRSTS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best friend : Can't remember her name. Actually, I hardly had best friends in primary school.&lt;br /&gt;crush : Oh, I was an early bloomer. Some guy in kindergarten whose twin brother always bullied me. but he didn't. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;movie : Titanic. Early bloomer eh?&lt;br /&gt;lie : Must be when I lied that I wasn't hungry and took another piece of fruit when Mum wasn't lookingXD&lt;br /&gt;music : My Band by D12. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LASTS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cigarette : In my previous life maybe.&lt;br /&gt;drink: Water.&lt;br /&gt;ride: Menghong's car after tuition last night. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;phone call: Michelle and I talked for 2 hours last night. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;crush : Erhem. Not that it's any of your business.&lt;br /&gt;movie : Haven't watched a movie in very long =(&lt;br /&gt;CD : The one I burned containing all of Alex's songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dated one of your best friends : Guilty as charged.&lt;br /&gt;broken the law : Is hating yourself for dating your best friend a crime?&lt;br /&gt;been arrested : I wish!&lt;br /&gt;skinny-dipped: With THIS body? and flabby thighs and bloated stomach? HAH. That'll be the day.&lt;br /&gt;been on tv : Yeah, when I was giving a speech in front of the President of the USA.&lt;br /&gt;kissed someone you don't know : I'm waiting for the day (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THINGS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 things you did today : Sms-ed Michelle to confirm her coming over to watch the third-place playoffs; Ate my breakfast, and five minutes later, lunch; Blogged; Hated guys in my life with a vengeance.&lt;br /&gt;4 things you can hear right now : Buttons - Pussycat Dolls; Cars screeching outside; The dulcet tones of my typing; My own singingXD&lt;br /&gt;5 people to do this : Dora, Kaigee, Michelle, Lingxuan and my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry that I haven't been updating lately. I owe a thanks to Chareli for giving something to start off with. Computer time has been limited and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEATH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think it's easy for another person to tell you, &lt;em&gt;Hai-yah&lt;/em&gt;, death comes for all of us at some time or another &lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt;.. Don't be sad. In reality, when you've suffered a loss, that particular sentence won't help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad's best friend passed away last Sunday night, at the hale and hearty age of 50. He was on his weekly 20-mile bike ride, when 100metres from his house, he died instantly of a heart attack. It was unbelievable and unfathomable to all of us, as he was the healthiest man I've ever met!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've known him since I was a baby, he's been with my family from 20 years ago. He watched my sisters and I grow up, but sadly, he'll never get to see us marry, or have babies. He came over to my house every morning and every night to have breakfast and dinner with my dad. He's become a regular fixture in my house, and it's difficult to accept the fact that he's gone. He takes us to tuition when my dad goes out of town, and he even comes over to check on us occassionally. At his funeral, I caught sight of his car parked in front of the funeral parlour, and I broke down. All of us felt the loss terribly, my mum, my sisters, and most of all, my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you feel if you unexpectedly lost your best friend of 20 years without having a chance to say goodbye? My point is, "Life is short and sweet, make the most of it while you can" may be a cliche, but it is undoubtedly true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In loving memory of a great man, you'll never be gone from our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/quitsmoke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/quitsmoke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something quite stupid really. Neglected my photoshop as wellX( Thanks for the inspiration, Michelle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14740889-115233898480250515?l=xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/115233898480250515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14740889&amp;postID=115233898480250515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/115233898480250515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/115233898480250515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/2006/07/in-loving-memory.html' title='In loving memory'/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-114466683507089976</id><published>2006-04-10T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T04:00:35.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What gives some people the right to think that they are better than everyone else, and they can lord it over us? As my dad so eloquently puts it, they are 'action'. (( excuse the english xp )) A possible scenario. You go to a department store and ask them if they have that adorable little shirt in pink. You get a very frustrated and bored sigh, and a stomp to the stockroom where they mutter under their breaths about 'people like us'. Well, EXCUUUUUSE me. Sorry for being born, that's just the way I am. But the real sorry is, YOU WERE BORN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's not the point of my post today. I decided to crap a little to get me into the mood! As I slowly but surely crank out this unimaginative entry, I am busy making a new skin, as the more I look at this old one, the MORE i feel like puking. Anyone wanna agree with me on that? Agreements graciously accepted =)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/calm%20surrender.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/calm%20surrender.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been online or on the computer lately, but this is something i did a few weeks back. What do you guys reckon? Good enough for blogskins? I sure worked hard on it. I worked hard by eating a lot of Pringles during the making. Ahem, Pringles should be endorsing my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I figure if I wanna be a journalist, I gotta have the right style, and a unique one, of writing! So I have decided to populate? popularise? my blog. (( Are those words even English? -.- )) Beside the point. My entry today must seem pretty pointless huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, IT ISN'T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way guys are wired. Let me give you a little diagram of a typical man's brain. No offense to any guys, but hey! It's scientifically proven =)). By the way, those little lumps? Those are the guys' brain guts. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/fjf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/fjf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'There is no way to be a perfect father, but there's a million ways to be a good one.'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that quote!&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;It's so true! I want to apply it to my blogging. There's no way for me to blog about one perfect topic and churn out a perfect entry, but there's a million good topics I can blog about? Who says a blog has to be perfect all the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was freaking angry about something. Our Cold War finally escalated into a full blown fight. Without the fists of course. Mostly, it went like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't *beep* believe me then *beep* ask ........ to check her *beep* history!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill in the *beep*s with your own words, of course. Preferably more creative than the one I used. To which she replied,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't you *beep* me. I don't wanna hear your *beep*!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, ladies and gentlemen, you are left to your own creative devices. I ask you to please keep those words to yourself though =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian was being so freaking kaypoh, so i told him to EFF OFF. I was freaking freaking pissed at the time alrite? And after I cooled down (( picture a hiss coming from my burning body, the STEAM! )) he told me to wash my mouth with Kleenex. which led me to think, who hasn't muttered a few bad words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay attention, por favor! (( meaning please, pronounced &lt;em&gt;por-fahbor&lt;/em&gt; - check out my spanish! xp ))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy I know, who has no trouble expressing his high self esteem, was talking to my best friend. And I was talking to another guy at the bus stop. Just after our Literature class. And the guy I was talkin to, let's name him &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; said that the other guy, &lt;strong&gt;D &lt;/strong&gt;liked a girl we shall call Fanny. No untoward thoughts please. Scuse me. Por Favor =)) And this girl isn't exactly a rose. She's more of a thorn among the frangipanis. Whatever. D's car came to pick him up, and as he walked past the three of us (( my best friend, A and I )) he easily went,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fuck you lah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All calm and controlled. See? Everyone uses it at one time or another! Although my usage of the word is purely limited to angrily uncontrollable times, and when the shock of dropping something (( my phone, per se )) gets to me. Ergo, everyone needs to wipe their mouths, THE INSIDE of their mouths with Kleenex. Although I prefer royal gold =p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh! The creative writing juices slowly being squeezed out of me, are compressing my ability to photoshop at the same time! So I decided to concentrate on this. Hands up, anyone who hasn't muttered a bad word at one time or another, cause you'll be the only remaining angel in the whole world! Congratulations~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF. Ignore that stupid comment. I'm being my usual zany self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading a lot of deep books recently. Although none as deep as Sophie's World, which Chareli read. (( Recently? *shrugs* )) Deep, in my definition, means not Sweet Valley and not Meg Cabot. I've been going through all of Amy Tan's books, which mostly have the same theme. And I don't think anyone would be intersted in hearing it, as I'm the only one I know who reads Amy Tan. Ting Xin reads John Grisham. Chareli reads philosophical books. Chyrene reads Danielle Steel. And I read Archie Comics x)). Oh, and Dan Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. The word &lt;strong&gt;RETARD &lt;/strong&gt;seems to be a favourite of some of the ahlians in Friendster. Every other sentence goes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*your name here*&lt;br /&gt;retarted girl. - (( RETAR&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;ED! ))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOP for those girls. Here's something nice for you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/0106-0306%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/0106-0306%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My retartedness =)). I'm sorry, but nein, danke schon. (( german for no, thanks. pronounced &lt;em&gt;nain, tangke shun&lt;/em&gt; =pPp ))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Sad to say, my creative juices have outflowed themselves typing this amazing (( i quote myself! )) entry. I gotta squeeze more out for my photoshop, so until next time, salieu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. This entry even included language lessons =)) Looks like my trips to Europe paid off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14740889-114466683507089976?l=xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/114466683507089976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14740889&amp;postID=114466683507089976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/114466683507089976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/114466683507089976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-gives-some-people-right-to-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-114249257056934669</id><published>2006-03-15T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T23:02:50.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sadness</title><content type='html'>Usually I blog about substantive topics, that will make people sit up and read. Well, a blog is an expression of what you feel. I apologize if today's topic doesn't seem like my normal blogging self. I'm just so depressed, and I just wanna express my feelings out to my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just let out a loud scream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not make the same mistakes that you did&lt;br /&gt;I will not let myself&lt;br /&gt;Cause my heart so much misery&lt;br /&gt;I will not break the way you did,&lt;br /&gt;you felt so hard&lt;br /&gt;I've learned the hard way&lt;br /&gt;To never let it get that far&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I never stray too far from the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to trust not only me,&lt;br /&gt;but everyone around me&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lose my way&lt;br /&gt;And it's not too long before you point it out&lt;br /&gt;I cannot cry&lt;br /&gt;Because I know that's weakness in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'm forced to fake&lt;br /&gt;A smile, a laugh everyday of my life&lt;br /&gt;My heart can't possibly break&lt;br /&gt;When it wasn't even whole to start with&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I never stray too far from the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to trust not only me,&lt;br /&gt;but everyone around me&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid I watched you die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard you cry every night in your sleep&lt;br /&gt;I was so young&lt;br /&gt;You should have known better than to lean on me&lt;br /&gt;You never thought of anyone else&lt;br /&gt;You just saw your pain&lt;br /&gt;And now I cry in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;For the same damn thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I never stray too far from the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I tried my hardest just to forget everything&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to let anyone else in&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I'm ashamed of my life because it's empty&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/blake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/blake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyrighted.  just a plain one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im crying and crying nonstop. Not exactly the right mood to blog. I'm very very depressed. Sorry =((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14740889-114249257056934669?l=xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/114249257056934669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14740889&amp;postID=114249257056934669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/114249257056934669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/114249257056934669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/2006/03/sadness.html' title='sadness'/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-114155170768880628</id><published>2006-03-05T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T01:41:47.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A thought-provoking question for you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do we girls try to emulate those kind of girls that we see on the streets, who have, let's face it, slightly ahlian fashion sense, and rebonded hair PLUS a great figure?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reality is sad. Most of these girls suffer from LOW, LOW BMI's. They're not even at the required body weight! I understand about being thin, and having a great figure, I suppose. One of a girl's most important assets is her figure. But some people are just losing weight for the wrong reason. We're supposed to keep slim, and be healthy. Not be slim so that we can attract guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one thing I simply cannot stand, are those ahlian girls who all look like clones of each other. Please lah, they're like the Malaysian version of the Plastics. Reonded hair, nice figure, and daggers shooting from their eyes at every opportunity. I simply can't understand why guys prefer to woo these kind of useless girls. Have some brains! I'm sorry if this entry upset any of you, but you guys have gotta face the reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is mean to those who don't wear a size S, have nice hair, a great figure, and the all important factor, being PRETTY. I mean, what's the deal with that? Just that day, my friend commented that among all of our friends, this girl was the prettiest. I might admit that it's true, but some guys honestly... ARGH. I don't even know how to say this. Beauty is in the eyes of the beholders, but I gotta say that guys in my town? Their eyes are crap, i tell ya. And, I have yet to see a guy woo a girl who is smart, and not-so-pretty. Not insulting guys in general, just guys in my town. Which truly proves what a suaku town this is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahlian clothes are considered gorgeous, and you MUST (( and i stress on the word 'MUST' )) have rebonded hair and clear skin, else you won't be on the popularity list. Can't a girl be popular cos she's smart? Like the old adage, guys don't make passes at girls who wear glasses. Hell, I think that attitude perfectly describes my town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, ladies and gentlemen, I simply cannot wait to leave this little hick town, and get to Australia, where hopefully! There are more open-minded people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to another interesting question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why can't a girl, let's say after she has been to camp, hug a guy friend, whom she got to know and be friends with during camp?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just stress that the point of this post is to gripe about &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;this little hick town of mine&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so what is so wrong with that? Just last year, I sat with one of my guy best friends at tuition. People will either go,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You like him &lt;em&gt;ah&lt;/em&gt;?" or, "She's such a slut."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take your pick. It's either one of the above. It's never,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why can't I find a friend who is close to me like those two?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is up with these people? Just one word for you, &lt;u&gt;PLATONIC&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means a purely friend relationship, in case you didn't know. What's wrong with hugging your guy friend whom you have known for 5 years? Just touching him will get you branded as hiao, OR they will start teasing you mercilessly about your new &lt;em&gt;crush&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which honestly proves my point. Muar is a small suaku town, and it could do better if we could just all be more open-minded and not take beauty as oh-so-important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder. You usually can't generalise with people, but I have to say, that an ugly guy can get a pretty girlfriend, but an ugly girl can't even get ANY boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I declare a state of emergency in this town.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't judge a book by its cover, people, it's been a thought-provoking day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanna say, it rocks to be back =)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/retro%20diva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/retro%20diva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud of myself. My BMI is a healthy 18.6, which might seem FAT to girls here, but well, it rocks =pPp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14740889-114155170768880628?l=xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/114155170768880628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14740889&amp;postID=114155170768880628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/114155170768880628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/114155170768880628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/2006/03/thought-provoking-question-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-114144222104116186</id><published>2006-03-03T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T19:17:01.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>backkkk</title><content type='html'>Yay! How does it feel to see me back? I gotta tell you, it feels pretty darn good. I can feel tears filling up already. Oh... Hah. The drama queen is back. BACK, i tell you. People have been hounding me for months. Chareli, Dora, Amelia. Everyone. And I can't imagine why I even let my blog die in the first place. So, I haven't been keeping up with my blog in months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today's highly anticipated post (( well, anticipated by me, at least )) will be about my latest photoshop works. not to show off, but rather, for people to steal. I'm thinking of changing my web address and make this site an artwork site. There's no creative outlet for me to plug in my photoshop works =((.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And btw, speaking of artwork, don't you love the chad michael murray skin? MMMM, it looks better than the previous one, although I didn't put much effort into this one. Kudos to myself. * claps self-obsessedly *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually haven't been sitting on my buttocks doing nothing for nearly two months. I've still visited everyone's blog AND my own from time to time. And nonstop photoshopping works. What can I say? My obsession with photoshop is bordering on freaky (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/chad%20icon3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/chad%20icon3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/ai%20icon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/ai%20icon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/chad%20icon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/chad%20icon2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/snape%20icon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/snape%20icon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/sisterhood%20icon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/sisterhood%20icon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/paris%20icon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/paris%20icon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/rachel%20mcadams%20icon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/rachel%20mcadams%20icon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/orlando%20icon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/orlando%20icon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/lindsay%20icon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/lindsay%20icon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/i%20wanna%20hide.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/i%20wanna%20hide.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/gwen%20icon%20(2).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/gwen%20icon%20%282%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/drowning%20icon.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/drowning%20icon.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/destinyschild%20icon.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/destinyschild%20icon.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/desperate%20housewives%20icon.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/desperate%20housewives%20icon.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/nadia%20icon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/nadia%20icon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of them are rather ugly, and if you don't like them, well, more power to you! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the next section is about my photoshopped stuff. They aren't really nice, as I don't usually put much effort into editing, unless it's for a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/ashlee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/ashlee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rather shitty Ashlee THING that I did, like, MONTHS ago, but totally had no chance to post. On another note, though, I'm glad I arranged all my editings in order, like ashlee 1 and ashlee 2. much easier (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/ashlee%20banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/ashlee%20banner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to make it like my Eva Longoria one, but sadly, I failed. If any of you noticed, I left colour on her clothes. Sorta pointing out that she dares to be different. Her clothes rock =)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/birdflu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/birdflu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did this one in ten minutes flat. It really isn't supposed to be one of my photoshop works, cos I did it for my English scrapbook. Teacher loved it! METHINKS. quack quack =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/gwen3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/gwen3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/gwen.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/gwen.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so love this. The colour contrast (( the one on the right )) is so stunning. me loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/hilary%20teen%20queen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/hilary%20teen%20queen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did this recently. Trying to evoke a grungy feel. Has anyone noticed that Hilary got slim? I think she looked better when she was fat. Her face slimmed down too, and she looks kinda twiggy in the face. Like she was impoverished or summat. (( Do I sound like Hagrid? =pPp ))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go on, some people must be thinking, what the freak is wrong with this girl? Photoshop freakkkk. Well, I just feel out of touch. I'll blog about substantive topics after this. PEACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/laurahuiyihsuen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/laurahuiyihsuen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nuff said, zilians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/let%20me%20live.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/let%20me%20live.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda bad layout. The colours aren't good. But if I &lt;strong&gt;DO&lt;/strong&gt; turn this site into an art site, my header would be summat like this. (( Again, Hagrid. ))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/lindsay%20nostalgy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/lindsay%20nostalgy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A reallyreallyreally simple one. Just transforming, linear gradient and one flower brush. wooo (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/mischa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/mischa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I made the chadmm skin yesterday, I was seriously considering putting this as my skin header. She's so thin! But not twiggy like Nicole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/nicole2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/nicole2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWIG. Actually, i'd rather be fat like me than twiggy like her (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't blog too much after this. My mum is making noise! I have to get offline, and we're going to Melaka for auntie's bday. See you guys, and I hope this entry will keep you satiated for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my hit counter reached a thousand! -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14740889-114144222104116186?l=xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/114144222104116186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14740889&amp;postID=114144222104116186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/114144222104116186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/114144222104116186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/2006/03/backkkk.html' title='backkkk'/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-113681431138943051</id><published>2006-01-09T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T05:45:11.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WARNING : CRAPPY ENTRY. READ AT OWN RISK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! It's the hari raya holidays, which means...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I CAN ONLINE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Does anyone read xiaxue's blog? The most famous blogger in Singapore (( also my blogging idol )) feels really strongly about foreign people... defiling the.. *ehem* purity of Singaporean girls. I have to say I agree with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i went out to get some lemons and rice krispies for my mum (( she's baking new year cookies )). As I rather favour punkish clothes these days, I wore cargo pants (( just like GWEN! )) and a mickey tshirt. As all my friends know, I'm not exactly a pretty girl. In fact, I have to say that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM TOTALLY UGLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which proves that, some people are just plain blind.. or desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a public holiday (( duhh )) so this group of foreign workers were hanging outside the supermarket. Okay, not to further degrade myself, but seriously. I AM NOT PRETTY NOR AM I SLIM! Why can't these foreign workers (( and ah bengs )) get it into their heads! Some guys will do anything to get a date. So I passed by, and these group of guys.. They... Oh well, forgive me for digressing but.. I think we should just change the topic right here and now (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a deep dark secret of mine that very few people know. Let me tell you guys a story. Hypothetically of course =pPp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; is a girl who has a happy family. She is very close to her cousins, who live two hours away. As their entire family is based there, she goes to (( let's call this place Timbuktu - hypothetically speaking )) Timbuktu rather often, because her OWN family is in (( forgive me for this )) South Africa. So, she has a guy cousin we'll call &lt;strong&gt;Z&lt;/strong&gt;. So, Z and M are close and they can be found.. well, flirting with each other. Not seriously of course. And hypothetically (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M goes to Timbktu for CNY celebrations, as she does every year. Only this time.. her cousin did.. Well, unORTHODOX - if that's the right word - things to her. Erm, sort of outraging her modesty? Only not to THAT extent, if you guys catch my drift (( again, the age-old question, who are the "guys" who read my blog? )). For the rest of the year, OMG. M feels really embarassed and she can't bring herself to tell anyone or even look at her cousin. She confides in her close friends, but she totally forgets about the experience... until the next time she meets Z. So far, according to reports from Z's brother (( who hates Z but doesn't know what happened )) Z is still unrepentant. Forgive me for this 18-SX post. Z in fact... Oh well, let's keep this blog strictly pg-13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(( CENSORED ))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh... I think I'm jus talking crap. In fact, I don't think I even understand what I'm saying! Just ignore what I typed and pretend my real post starts here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, guys, the world is unfair to people who aren't.. well, pretty and thin and popular. Theoretically speaking, doesn't socialism happen all over the world? (( IF socialism is a word -.-" ))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;coining the term socialism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;socialism - socialism happens when you aren't pretty, thin, or popular enough to climb up the social ladder. Those elite few who think they are all that look down on you. And occasionally, bitchiness and backstabbing happens. Scratch that. ALWAYS happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Muar - my little teeny weeny town.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The popular girls are total bitches. The think they rule the social scene, when in actual fact, everyone KNOWS they are total bitches. They will backstab anything and anyone! They are still popular because... well, they are pretty and thin and.. popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the ones who are popular for being pretty, thin and NICE. But beneath all that niceness (( which is really a facade to hide their true, un-NICE selves )) lurks hearts of evil. They bitch, but not loud enough for other people to hear. Only those who are privileged enough to find out what lurks beneath the surface will ever know. Everyone else? They'll be none the wiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the victims. They are either pretty (( which make the queen bees jealous )), fat (( which give the queen bees an excuse to insult )) or popular with the guys (( and they get labeled as sluts )). So in essence, being a queen bee must be really nice, as you are essentially at the top of the social strata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be me (( the victim )) than be a queen bee who will one day get her just deserts!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress. I think I'm drunk on coconut biscuits (( lovingly made by my mum )). I'm talking total CRAP. NONSENSE. SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed in Dora's blog that she is starting to like Gwen Stefani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which makes sense, cos Gwen is the SHIT (: As for me? I'm starting to like Ashlee myself. she's a good model if nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/dyer7.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/dyer7.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been doing any photoshopping since my last eva longoria one (( too drunk!! )). Instead I edited Tom Felton's photo to let Dora have a look at it! I fixed quite a lot of stuff, cos it was a pretty bad picture. Although he is handsome (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/tom%20felton.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/tom%20felton.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I gave him a brighter smile. Lowered his quarterback shoulders. Opened his eyes and made him emerald eyed! And he looks GORGEOUS. For the separate versions of his picture, so you can see the true difference, tag me or MSN! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14740889-113681431138943051?l=xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/113681431138943051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14740889&amp;postID=113681431138943051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/113681431138943051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/113681431138943051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/2006/01/holiday.html' title='holiday'/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-113661944510442562</id><published>2006-01-06T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T23:37:25.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's the weekend!</title><content type='html'>Okay, it's finally the weekend! The first week of school is over, not to mention the fact that we have two days holiday for hari raya! I love the Malays (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I realised something important a few weeks back. For nearly all my life, I dreamt of being a lawyer. My dad's a successful lawyer, and my big sister is studying law. Maybe they're the reason why I decided to choose law as my profession. Anyway, I know realise that law isn't my calling! I have finally - after many years - decided on what I want to do after my SPM this year! I'm heading off to Australia (( which HAS been a dream of mine since, like, I don't know, FOREVER? )) to do Year 12 which is equivalent to the A-Levels here. You can take five courses there, so I'm going to do Politics and Current Events, ESL, English Language, Math and Literature. And after that, I want to get into Uni of Melbourne to get degree in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOURNALISM!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now know my calling isn't to be a legal eagle, but rather a journalist! Which is exactly whatI like, a combination of writing, reporting, and &lt;u&gt;ENGLISH&lt;/u&gt;. Which is my all-time favourite subject. I would have taken drama, but unfortunately, I don't think I have enough talent or beauty =((.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back my first creative writing paper from Miss Wong, who told us to write about our goals this year in Form 5 (( as it's the SPM year - SCARY! )). She didn't grade it, but she did correct mistakes (( as usual!!! )). There was one part where I wrote,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Another target of mine this year is to make my mother proud of me, and stop contradicting her, as she only hopes for the best for her children."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Wong bracketed that section and wrote GOOD, which is something really rare and unheard of from such a strict teacher! *gleeful laugh* OMG I was so surprised. And &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pleased&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; of course -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My latest photoshop works for Dora to take a look at. I know you've been trying to do preppy, sweetie, but hey! Your talents lie in grunge, so stick to it! Whereas I, am neither talented nor able to do grunge &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; preppy. Trust me, you're the most talented photoshoppist I know, so stick with your grunge works, cos they're really really great (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/lindsay%20lohan%20banner.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/lindsay%20lohan%20banner.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One stupid Lindsay Lohan skin that I did about ten minutes before going to tuition. Was in a rush, so I just simply whipped up something stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/eva%20longoria%20banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/eva%20longoria%20banner.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one of my latest works, featuring Eva Longoria from DH. Argghh, stupid Blogger is on the blink again, and I'm unable to upload photos. I'm going to try &lt;u&gt;ONCE&lt;/u&gt; more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/g.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/g.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/normal_dior3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/normal_dior3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that Kate Moss was in these pictures? I actually didn't know until I saw them on her website. How can so much gorgeousness be in one person? RAWRRRRRRR (( im copying dorothy =pPp )) I pity her, and I'm glad she's in rehab now. Her boyfriend is really up to no good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/yousexything_bwglcs08.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/yousexything_bwglcs08.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another perfect perfect picture for photoshopping is the Vogue spread by Chloe Sevigny. She's a fantastic model, and these pictures? WOOO. Decadence in full glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I promised a LONG LONG post to make up for my not posting for such a long time, but 'm really beat. This whole long week and all the teachers stressing the importance of SPM is driving me &lt;u&gt;BONKERS&lt;/u&gt;. If I plan to become a &lt;s&gt;lawyer&lt;/s&gt; journalist, why am I even taking pure science? I hate Bahasa Melayu. I hate Additional Maths. I hate MORAL STUDIES! I hate PHYSICS and BIO. Chemistry isn't too bad but my teacher sucks. I hope to do well for my 1119 and Lit though. Ganbatte! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14740889-113661944510442562?l=xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/113661944510442562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14740889&amp;postID=113661944510442562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/113661944510442562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/113661944510442562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-weekend.html' title='it&apos;s the weekend!'/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-113604746375796907</id><published>2005-12-31T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T01:27:21.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>editing</title><content type='html'>Happy new year guys! Well, I would rather have said happy new year, readers, but how many people actually read my blog? I would hazard a guess that no one does. Not counting Dora of course (: But, anyway, I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a happy &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;2006&lt;/span&gt; to everyone ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's lateeeee at night, think 1st January 2006, but all I want to do is edit pictures! Hey, I can safely say that I'm on a roll. I finally have inspiration to edit. I'm sure you guys are familiar with the phrase &lt;s&gt;&lt;strong&gt;action speaks louder than words&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/s&gt;. In this case, I think it should actually be pictures speak louder than words, so here you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/huiyi2%20001%20copy.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, i just couldn't resist showing off my new earrings. I realised that most of my readers (( if there ARE any )) haven't seen my face before. Although, considering the state of my face... Well, some things are better left unsaid =)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/eva-longoria_net-vanityyfair-2005july-2.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/eva%20longoria.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ahh, my favourite actress in DH - Eva Longoria. She's Gabrielle and really gorgeous!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/kate%20moss.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a Kate Moss thing that I did, it's really quite yucky. Got inspiration from boring grown-ups. LOL. There's one thing Dora said that keeps bugging me. Not exactly bugging, but coming back to me, rather. She said my designs are &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;youthful&lt;/span&gt; unlike hers. Hers!!! I love hers! I would kill to learn how to do grunge the way she does it! Every time I try depressed... Well, it just ends up making ME depressed. So, this was my first try at grunge. Well, no comment =xXx &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/desktop.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new desktop layout. Downloaded from starswelove.com. Kelly is just super good in singing, so I decided to put her on my desktop to... ahem... encourage me to improve my singing. Although i only sing in the shower -.-" Trust me on this, my voice leaves a LOT to be desired. Like, William Hung, only female =)). Happy new year everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love &lt;strong&gt;DORA&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i love chareli.&lt;br /&gt;i love amelia.&lt;br /&gt;i love lingxuan.&lt;br /&gt;i love michelle too!&lt;br /&gt;and i love HIM* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14740889-113604746375796907?l=xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/113604746375796907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14740889&amp;postID=113604746375796907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/113604746375796907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/113604746375796907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/2005/12/editing.html' title='editing'/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-113595140508430829</id><published>2005-12-30T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T06:03:25.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tv shows</title><content type='html'>Well, well, well. Chareli says Hilary looks cheap. Well, to make her even happier, I'm posting ANOTHER picture of Hilary that I did. My little sister is SOOO lucky she has me to do editing for her. I should actually charge from the second time onwards yeah? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="156" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/hilary%20duff%20II.3.jpg" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What should we talk about today? Hmmm. I just wanna ask, how many of you watch Desperate Housewives? I watched the whole first season along with my dad and my big sis. Dad got the DVDs for us to watch, so we spent nearly every night of October watching the entire first series. There's one part of the mvoie that really made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(( WARNING : For prudes, please do not read on, as the next part contains kind of sexual content. Although I'm not a very sexual person =pPp )).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one part where Bree Van De Kamp (( a horror version of Mrs Perfect )) nearly divorces her husband. Supposedly, she is not satisfying him sexually. So, they decided to work their problems out when Bree finds out that Rex has been paying, ahem, visits to her rival Maisy Gibbons. So, in this scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bree : What's the problem, Rex? Tell me, I might be able to fix it!&lt;br /&gt;Rex : Urmm.. I like to be dominated.&lt;br /&gt;Bree : What?!&lt;br /&gt;Rex : I like to be dominated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! My dad and I were giggling over this particular scene. So, to keep this blog PG13, I have decided not to mention any more. Btw, is anyone reading this too innocent to know what domination is? Well, don't ask me! I wouldn't know WHAT to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to mention another three of my all-time favourite TV shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;#1 Charmed&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Starring Shannon Doherty (( Prue - dead now )), Alyssa Milano (( Phoebe - the hottest witch EVER! )), Holly Marie Combs (( Piper )), Rose McGowan (( Paige )), Brian Krause (( Leo - their ex-whitelighter )) and the hottest of all, DREW FULLER (( Chris )).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, who wouldn't love this show? Hot witches in even hotter clothes! ^^ Not to mention the hottest Whitelighter witch son Piper could have hoped for. Chris is SUPER adorable. Ahh... Female empowerment at its greatest (: I'm so proud to be a girl.. * sniffs *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;#2 American Idol&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Paula Abdul, Randy Jackson and Simon Cowell (( motormouth himself )).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people think this show is all about shooting down people's dreams, but hey! Look what happened to Kelly Clarkson, Justin Guarini, Kimberly Locke, Clay Aiken... OMG! They're superstars now! Especially Kelly, who is one of my fave singers. My favourite in Season 3 is of course the super cute Diana DeGarmo! For a 16-year-old girl, she sure can sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one scene where I had a really good laugh, though. For once, Fantasia wore something girlish, a long black slinky dress (( ooh-la-la! ^^ )).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon : You were fantastic, but what are you wearing? It looks like your mother's dress.&lt;br /&gt;Fantasia : Simon, you don't know class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, Fantasia deserves an Oscar for even being brave enough to say that to Mr Tactless himself. Actually, Simon DOES give the show some kicks (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;#3 Extreme Makeover&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, who says this show is sexist? I think it's pretty good. You know why? I like to look at all those horribly ugly people get really really gorgeous! It's fantastic. Aww, I know superficiality isn't a good thing, but what the hey? It rocks. 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DORA! I LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt; (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14740889-113595140508430829?l=xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/113595140508430829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14740889&amp;postID=113595140508430829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/113595140508430829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/113595140508430829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/2005/12/tv-shows.html' title='tv shows'/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-113577508812334053</id><published>2005-12-28T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T05:04:48.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hilary</title><content type='html'>Well, as much as you guys hate to hear Dora's name, I'm about to mention it again! I just realised that nearly every post of mine has SOME mention of Dora's name. Ain't you proud, girl? Haha. Anyway, the reason Dora's name is appearing again is that she asked me recently, have you been making any new skins? And I haven't! So for Dora's sake, I decided to pull myself together and do a little work. So,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(( Btw, I would like to warn Chareli to shut her eyes for the next few seconds as she scrolls down, as she will hate the person I'm about to unleash upon you guys (: ))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="213" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/hilary%20duff.2.jpg" width="289" border="0" /&gt;Hilary Duff blogskin for my little sister, who is like, Hilary's uber number one fan. She may be a lesbian! I'm kidding. I think =pPp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to show you guys something that I've been craving for a while. DIORPLAY! It's some kind of lipgloss that I wanted for christmas, but Mum ignored me -.-" &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="250" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/Christmas%20-%20DiorPlay%202.2.jpg" width="251" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/imageview.php.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And I've been wanting Dior Me Not for months. Unfortunately, it's a limited edition, and by the time my dad gave me money to buy it, it's over! They're not selling it anymore! Boo-HOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For another thin, I'd like to mention an achievement of mine. I'm proud of it (( sorry if I sound boastful, you can just skip this part )) but I got a commendation in the Commonwealth Essay Competition again! That's practically international, and coming from our school? It's a big deal, especially since I also got a commendation last year. Excuse my boasting just this once =)).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14740889-113577508812334053?l=xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/113577508812334053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14740889&amp;postID=113577508812334053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/113577508812334053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/113577508812334053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/2005/12/hilary.html' title='hilary'/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-113569132935099075</id><published>2005-12-27T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T05:48:49.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>five freaky facts</title><content type='html'>Okay... Suzanne asked me to list down five freaky facts about myself, and then ask another five people to do the same thing. Since I only know one other blogger (( horror!! ))  so DORA it shall be (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;1st phreaky fact&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a serious preoblem with picking at my toenails. EW! My whole family does it. I peel my toenails a lot! Although obviously not in public -.-" So I don't use nailclippers for my toenails. (( Sorry if this first fact gorssed you all out, but hey! we all have freaky habits ))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;2nd phreaky fact&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually considered being a lesbian once. So sue me! It was a part of my life when I thought no guy would ever like me. Although it's not true. I miss him*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;3rd phreaky fact&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still play barbie dolls with my little sister, although it isn't really by choice. I'm forced to! Although some of those little dolls ARE rather cute (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;4th phreaky fact&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this fear of cats nowadays. Ever since a pregnant cat jumped out at me in the storeroom (( when i was least expecting it!!! )) I've been really paranoid about cats. The other day a cat rubbed against Anna's leg and I'm the one who screamed! And not too softly either O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;5th phreaky fact&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have this permanent fear of scary movies. I can't even watch the commercials, cos I imagine lots of stuff going on! Even hearing the narrator's voice on the commercial soundtrack is enough to give me nightmares. After I watched Dark Water, HAHA! Three weeks I spent imagining that the water would turn black and that a little girl would come and kill me while I was in the shower! WAY FREAKY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14740889-113569132935099075?l=xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/113569132935099075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14740889&amp;postID=113569132935099075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/113569132935099075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/113569132935099075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/2005/12/five-freaky-facts.html' title='five freaky facts'/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-113560795678939657</id><published>2005-12-26T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T06:39:21.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>On a totally random note, I would like to point out that my name is in Dora's blog as one of her top five favourites! Yay-ness. It's obvious that self-obssessed people like me just love the sound of their name being spoken over and over yeahs? (: Aaahh.. I've been away from my blog for so many days. I miss it! My blog-itis inflammation is getting worse. And I missed my photoshop! Haven't been onlining for the past few days. I do have to admit, my presents this year are fab! A gorgeous set of MCKY clothes from Mum and an eyelash curler from my little sis -.-" And lotsa other fab stuff that I love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we have started our annual once in a year cleaning of my room, which is a MAJOR disaster area. OMG. Here is the picture for you guys to gasp at! Which is just simply horrendous, because I was halfway through the re-vamping of my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/_Huiyi011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A major disaster area is it not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, for the first time in nearly 11 years, my relatives are coming down to Muar for the Chinese New Year! We've been going to KL for reunions ever since 1993, when the year before, they deigned to come down to Muar. My mum is planning a BIG menu. YUM ~ Oh well, have nothing to blog at the moment, I gotta finish refurbishing my room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14740889-113560795678939657?l=xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/113560795678939657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14740889&amp;postID=113560795678939657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/113560795678939657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/113560795678939657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/2005/12/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-113522490922442057</id><published>2005-12-21T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T20:15:09.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my daily life</title><content type='html'>After my conversation with Dora just now, I realised that most of my posts (( the later ones, anyway )) mostly have pictures and not about my life! Isn't blogging about me what a blog is supposed to be about? Ahhh.... my digressing. So, for today, you are all treated to a day in my life! Namely, two days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.00pm - Woke up. I know, I know. HORROR~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.00pm - Got a phone call from Tingxin, asking me to come over, just to have a drink (: She tells me that she goes to white and blue cafe (( that's VERY near her house )) just to drink SKY JUICE - which is free! I was like, what the freak is wrong with you? And she just laughs and laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.30pm - Opened the door of my dad's room and garbled "Canyoufetchmetotingxinshouseplease?" because I was afraid that he wouldn't want to fetch me there, as he was getting it on with the toiletbowl at the time -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.45pm - Yay! Dad agreed to fetch (( albeit unwillingly )) and i arrive safe and sound - for the most part - at Tingxin's house. We sit around talking and laughing and taking photos. Blah. She said she just wanted to have a chat. Blarhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.30pm - Tingxin complained about the lack of attention she seems to be receiving today, as she has NO messages and NO phone calls. NADA. And me? I'm innundated by phone calls from the guys, asking about the King Kong showing tonight. Of which I am the proud organiser. Blehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.00pm - We finally start getting our butts over to WhiteBlue Cafe, after procrastinating for a few hours. We go on a food spree! What can I say? Muar's a food haven. What's the word? Gastronomical? So, we ordered two baskets of curly fries, one mushroom fusilli, one spicy spaghetti, one cream of mushroom soup and one hazelnut chocolate drink - a BIG one. Mind you, there was only the two of us, AND it was already the middle of the afternoon. No to mention the fact that we ate lunch already. So, we ate and ate until our flat stomachs became FAT stomachs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.00pm - Get a phone call from all the guys, saying they want ten tickets. TEN! That's clean me out by rm80! And hello, I am conveniently dead broke. So, we asked Zili to get us some money, to which he replied,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I'm playing football lah!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Tingxin got really mad and started shouting, (( in Chinese of course ))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Walaoeh, you &lt;em&gt;ah&lt;/em&gt;! You think what &lt;em&gt;leh&lt;/em&gt;?!? People today want to watch King Kong and you so stupid go and plan a football game! The movie is at 6.30pm and you'll want to play until 6pm? Sai &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt; you guys!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after that Chong Hao called, and HE insisted that I should get the tickets, in case it sold out. So,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.45pm - "Dadcanyoucomefetchmehomenowplease?"&lt;br /&gt;Only this time, he says he CAN'T! Because the car has been sent for repairs. So, horror of horrors, I have to give my big sister a call, and say "Jiecanyoufetchmehomenow?" because she is just as GRRRR. You know what I mean. So, it starts raining, and Tingxin and I RUNNNNNNN all the way back to her house, where halfway on the journey, this mad dog starts looking rather hungrily at us -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.00pm - Go to the football field and shout, ZILIIIIIII ~ and he says he only has rm32! And nobody else brought money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.30pm - Sneak into Dad's room and borrow his money. The guys OWE me. Frantically bathe after my sweaty encounter with the guys in the football field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.00pm - After a minor disagreement with Mum, Hui Ruan comes over to fetch me! And we're off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(( I'm really lazy to continue, as it was a really LOOONG day. Can I procrastinate and continue this tomorrow? =xXx ))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14740889-113522490922442057?l=xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/113522490922442057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14740889&amp;postID=113522490922442057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/113522490922442057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/113522490922442057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-daily-life.html' title='my daily life'/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-113515943571712469</id><published>2005-12-21T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T02:18:54.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>movie stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UPDATES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ahh... I have totally no idea what to blog! That's a first. My mum was just commenting on my english, and saying that it totally SUCKS! Thanks a lot, Mum. Ohhh... I just thought of a blog topic! Movie stars (: Since I've done movies, why not do movie stars?&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THAT'S A STUPID  IDEA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry, that's just my alter ego speaking. I think it's a great topic, so nyah nyah. Actually, I find very few movie stars that I'm actually interested in. I like cute ones =)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/56009595.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/56009595.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahh. The IMPORTANT cast of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. I LOVE this picture loads! I like Katie Leung's hair, and Clemence Poesy looks soo different! Cuter than Fleur (: I don't get the fuss about Robert Pattinson, though. He's too thin for my taste! And for once, Emma Watson is wearing something halfway decent =)). Although I also don't get Daniel's hairstyle. He looks like a nerdddddd ~ My sister says he's a TURNIP. I have to agree! Haha. Stanislav Ianevski (( that's Viktor Krum )) looks rather fat! He should try dieting (: And Rupert Grint... Well, he's himself =pPp So sorry that there isn't any DRACO in here for dora my sweetie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/51329506.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;Finally, I found an actual gorgeous photo of Emma. I don't get her fashion sense at all, finally she actually found something nice to wear! Really pretty =)).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; 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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/56105572.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/56105572.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's the epitome of elegance in this picture, although I have to say the most elegant woman I have seen is definitely Nicole Kidman in her Chanel No 5 advertisement. Here's a picture to jog your memory. Although there was probably some airbrushing involved -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; 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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/ThaisChanelHQGlowMagPic.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/ThaisChanelHQGlowMagPic.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ohhhh... If only I had half her elegance. =(( Anyway, I'll be uploading more later, I've gotta go rest my eyes. In other words, SLEEP beckons!! 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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, my updates... As I was saying yesterday, before my head drooped and I flew away to La-La Land, is that Nicole Kidman is the EPITOME (( is that the right word? =pPp )) of pure elegance. Jealousy reigns in my heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; 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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/52188100.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/52188100.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next picture is of Mischa Barton (( that's Marissa from Orange County )) and Emma ! And they BOTH look gorgeous. Although I don't understand why they're taking photos together -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/56372799.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/56372799.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; 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&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;And another photo of the gorgeous babe Marissa in The O.C. Did you know Mischa is actually from London, England? She moved to New York when she was about four years old. She played one of the scary ghosts in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sixth Sense&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 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&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/53075308.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/53075308.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And one of my all time favourite actresses, is the supercutie Rachel Bilson ! She's so cute, isn't she? The most adorable (( and also the huffiest )) girl in Orange County. In case you guys didn't know, she plays Summer, one of the richest girls around. But in real life, she's really nice and totally not snooty. In fact, she's dating Adam Brody, who plays Seth in The O.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 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&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love her cute looks so much, here's another few for you guys to smooch on! 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onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/56002543.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/56002543.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And now, my stomach is gurgling rumbling to the tu&lt;/span&gt;ne of I'm hungry =pPp so it's time to sign off, and leave you all awaiting eagerly (( I wishh! )) for my next highly interesting post 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height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-113515760422999209</id><published>2005-12-21T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T01:33:24.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid</title><content type='html'>please don't tell me my blog has got a problem AND i need to get a new domain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOULD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUCK !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14740889-113515760422999209?l=xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/113515760422999209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14740889&amp;postID=113515760422999209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/113515760422999209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/113515760422999209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/2005/12/stupid.html' title='stupid'/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-113507448108700101</id><published>2005-12-20T02:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T02:46:13.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ps picts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I recently learnt that it's better to type what you want BEFORE uploading your pictures, because Mozilla Firefox totally screws up all the photo layouts !! -.-" So, the subject of todays' post is... TADA!! my photoshopping again. Actually, that's not the real topic, I just wanted to match Dora's new &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; hair! So, I decided to dye my hair! Although it was kinda spur-of-the-moment, so it sucked! And the green eyes? Nuh-uh. NOT a good idea. So... the first picture... (( It was really long ago -.-" ))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/huiyi3%20028_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/huiyi3%20028_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/huiyi3%20028_1%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/huiyi3%20028_1%20copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the photoshopped picture. I know, I know, very very fugly =( *SOBS* There's my red hair, with purply stripes down the front. I guess my photoshop isn't that good, if I can't even do something nice on the spur of the moment. Argghh, what is taking Blogger so long to upload the images? gRrRrR =xXx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another picture, which I did a loooong time ago, during my european trip. (( just ignore the pimply bits - the weather screwed up my skin -.-" ))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/huiyi2%20058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/huiyi2%20058.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADAAA ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/huiyi2%20058_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/huiyi2%20058_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The new (( and slightly improved - if I do say so myself )) me, with gorgeous red hair, which just proves what I can do if I set my mind to it! BLARHHH, I sound like a driver's ed movie -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, off to update the previous post about movie stars now ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14740889-113507448108700101?l=xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/113507448108700101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14740889&amp;postID=113507448108700101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/113507448108700101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/113507448108700101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/2005/12/ps-picts.html' title='ps picts'/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-113465512915748971</id><published>2005-12-15T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T06:01:20.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>friends</title><content type='html'>hehe. I am officially blog crazy. I'm going to tell you guys all about my friends. Cos I love them.&lt;br /&gt;P.S to Tingxin - Don't get bigheaded =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Femme Fatales 2005 - that's what we call ourselves. because we are quote, "beautiful women who men find attractive, even though they make make them unhappy." unquote. kekeke. the definition from the Longman Dictionary of Contemporary English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok, maybe i lied. but at least three of them are beautiful women. i'm just the frog in there =)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/DSCN0668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/DSCN0668.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;miss tingxin. aka da jie. the tallest ( i think ) in our group of four. she is not responsible! even though she IS the dajie. doesnt matter, we still love her. She didnt use to have any emotions, but i tink that might have changed!! and please, she is MUCH prettier than the picture. She is smart and also, A NERD!! she is basically photo crazy and mentally unstable too (: just like the rest of us! muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/huiyi3%20049%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/huiyi3%20049%20copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and here is a picture that I edited for her ( i copied dorothy's editing cos her editing rocks!! ). Tingxin has a to die for body =)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/Jolwee015_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/Jolwee015_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;next is our er jie, aka miss jolwee. adorably attached ( tingxin and jess arent ) to an equally adorable guy, she is definitely a beauty, although nobody seems to notice -.-" a very popular girl in our school, she has guys chasing her at every turn. smart, and nice, what more could we ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/Image014_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/Image014_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ahhh... the prettiest one in our group of four. so everyone says. our xiaomei aka jessica. the da xiao jie of the group, she often likes to act cool, and say we bully her. which we do not! we take care of her and make sure she doesn't act too COOL. i hope you're reading this jessica! she has the looks and the brains! and.... the admirers too. a whole package, but she is definitely hard to woo (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/huiyi3%20005_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/huiyi3%20005_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and last, definitely least, is me! the uglist one ( and the fattest!!! ) in the group is me. HUIYI =)) im the ugliest, but at least im kinda smart. ( i think ) i'm just me, no one can replace me, and i tell the best jokes! kekeke, actually, i tell the most jokes. sighhh, must be inherited from my dad! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, that's all of us. we are a fascinating group once you get to know us, as you can tell from menghong's testie to me, check out my personal friendster account! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14740889-113465512915748971?l=xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/113465512915748971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14740889&amp;postID=113465512915748971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/113465512915748971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/113465512915748971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/2005/12/friends.html' title='friends'/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-113464703410504281</id><published>2005-12-15T03:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T03:43:56.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chad</title><content type='html'>ahahaha. i got a new picture of chaddddd! got it from his fanclub. he is sooo gorgeous! i'm so glad that he broke off his engagement with sophia bush, cos he's mine aint he? (: soo... drumroll for the cutest hunk in the universe!! ok, maybe on earth (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/cha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/cha.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wooooo~ cutie alert! he's such a lil hunkaroo (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/ZZ2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/ZZ2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oh yeah, i wanna let you guys see a pic of my aiai that i edited. limin is so gorgeous, especially since i edited her "formerly long and lustrous black hair"!!! she looks so damn chiooo =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/04.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eee! look at that cheeky smile. he's cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/05.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and he can look angry too. keekeke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/cmm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/cmm.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooohhh! he's asking me to call, my cousin says. -.-" like that would ever happen. pshawww. but he is a hunk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/cmm2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/cmm2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;omg. nothing else to say except PERFECTION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/06.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;smilee smilee. i know im gorgeous - he says. (: and he is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, you were all treated to a screening of chad and his gorgeousness. didnt you guys just enjoy it? i know i did, these kinda starstruck peepos like me =)). i once dreamed that tay ping hui kissed me! on the cheek lah. and at that time, he was younger, now a bit old already. after the filimg of wu yan de ai. smth like that, you know where he acts as the super cute doctor tiger. heehee. i watched chronicles of narnia already!! today went to see chareli, and she is wayyyy slimmer than the time i met her in spore. who says she is pudgy??!! and suzanne looks so cute (: and i also met eugene's brother. so embarassed to say that i dont remember his name. he's cute but too young =)). tingxin is so crazy! she asked me to meet her in the bathroom. as if i'm a druggie -.-" we dressed identically =)).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14740889-113464703410504281?l=xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/113464703410504281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14740889&amp;postID=113464703410504281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/113464703410504281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/113464703410504281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/2005/12/chad.html' title='Chad'/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-113455123174651455</id><published>2005-12-14T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T03:12:57.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>movies</title><content type='html'>UPDATED~!! added new movies (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/iceprincessposterbig.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/iceprincessposterbig.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ice princess is a gorgeous movie! love love love it loads &lt;33 although michelle trachtenberg is kinda fugly -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/monsterinlaw_bigposter.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/monsterinlaw_bigposter.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mother-in-law is damn cute =)) i actually havent watched this, as the plane on the way back from austria had "satellite" problems! heehee. yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/thedukesofhazzard_bigposter.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/thedukesofhazzard_bigposter.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ahhh! jessica simpson is such a cute bimbo. luckily ashlee aint that bimbo-ish. and i love!! sean william scott. incredibly cute *swoons*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but one of my favourite movies is sisterhood of the traveling pants!! incredibly sad movie, i know i cried buckets of tears during the movie. so sad. sniffles. why did bailey die? and oh yeah, that girl, from gilmore girls? so cute. lena. looks really ethereal. gorgeous!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, boredom has settled in again. did i mention how much i love my new blogskin? (((: anyway, i have decided to do a movie spread! *drumrolls please* all the recent pirated dvds that i bought. i know, i know, ciplak =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 216px; height: 306px; text-align: center;" height="296" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/alotlikeloveposterbig.1.jpg" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot like love starring ashton kutcher (( so cute!! )) and amanda peet. really nice movie (( i wacthed it on austrian air on the way to and from europe )) ahh.. LOVE =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/diane_lane6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also watched this on the way to and from europe. another romantic story.. sighhh. diane lane and john cusack, although i like her to be with the other guy instead! he's a hottie (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/coachcarter_bigposter.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v v inspirational movie about this coach who realises the importance of education too. (( bluekk ))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/ella-enchanted.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh. my all time favourite fantasy movie. so romantic, and the prince is really cute too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/fantasticfour.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fantstic four. i watched this on the plane like 3 times!! jessica alba is such a hottie, which reminds me, i need to get the dvd for into the blue!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14740889-113455123174651455?l=xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/113455123174651455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14740889&amp;postID=113455123174651455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/113455123174651455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/113455123174651455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/2005/12/movies_14.html' title='movies'/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-113447099903768747</id><published>2005-12-13T02:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T02:49:59.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>photoshop</title><content type='html'>anyway, i decided to dedicate another post to my photoshopping ((sorry if i seem like a copycat sweetie pie!)) but i've decided to let the world know who was the one who taught me how to photoshop really well in the first place! you're the one who taught me about transparencies and gave me my first brushes, sweetie pie, so i am eternally grateful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i was a really lousy photoshopper at the beginning, only knowing how to use filters. and then! came the transformation. cant say it was much better though =pPp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/huiyi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/huiyi2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this was my first blogskin that i made. ((of course i didn't use it)) it was really ugly, looking back now -.- using  just brushes and a picture of eva longoria.  (( she's gabrielle in desperate housewives. PRETTY=pPp))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/huiyi3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/huiyi3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;here is a beyonce one. i have to say, i much prefer her body shape to the others, like victoria beckham. people say beyonce is big sized and curvy ((where got curvy??)) anyway, i was doing this in a rush, as you can see from the yuckyness of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/huiyi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/huiyi.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this one is made just with brushes. BORING.. i know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/huiyi4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/huiyi4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ahhh.. i was quite proud of this one until i realised what i did! "me","rants","tag" and "blog" again. haiyos. so regrettable, as i didnt save it a psd image. unchangeable. hopeless =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/gwenskin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/gwenskin.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and my first gwen stefani one. it was based on my old blogskin, as i was too lazy to change the code and figure the whole thing out. another ugly one -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/goodenuf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/goodenuf.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;based on the song "Angel" by Sarah Mchlachlan. i wanted to portray the image of someone saying, am i good enough for you? but i failed miserably. haish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/Untitled-1%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/Untitled-1%20copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;made this one around the same time as my current skin ((i love my new skin!)) and i quite hate it. wanted to find the kanji words to love angel music baby like on her cd album, but couldn't! argghh. so i settled for "ai" instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/Untitled-3%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/Untitled-3%20copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i love love love this! my cousin said it stinks. nyah nyah to him, i love it and that's enough. it's my hard work =((( *sniffles* starting to wish i used another colour scheme instead. but i still love it! =pPp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/bran.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/bran.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i made this for that ungrateful lil cousin yesterday. don't know why i bothered. but i think it's great too (((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14740889-113447099903768747?l=xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/113447099903768747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14740889&amp;postID=113447099903768747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/113447099903768747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/113447099903768747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/2005/12/photoshop.html' title='photoshop'/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-113446078387098601</id><published>2005-12-12T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T23:59:43.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>movies</title><content type='html'>yay. as you all may have noticed, i finally got my own blogskin done. so nice to say that i COPYRIGHT this blogskin. i made it, no matter how ugly it may be =pPp. so, eventhough it isnt that nice, and i borrowed someone else's codes &lt;at&gt; it belongs to me! (((:&lt;br /&gt;the best thing is, me and dorothy definitely have some sort of spiritual connection yeahs? ive been making this blogskin, coding it for a long heap of time, when i saw that she downloaded the exact same blogskin as i did! you know, the lindsay lohan one. how postitively karmic *beams with pride*. our spiritual connection goes so deep =))).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i was planning to write about the german version of harry potter actually. i went to europe during the peak of the premieres, and omigosh, unbelievably they actually screen it in english. anyway, i wanted to watch in spain, but went on to switzerland, and then germany, and finally, got to watch it in austria! &lt;especially&gt; the funny thing is actually the german title, which is harry potter und der fuerkelch, or smth as weird as that -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to watch narnie with chareli on thursday! i never actually read the books &lt;procrastination&gt; and ended up not reading them at all! anyway, has anyone seen the posters for zathura? they commented "by the producers of jumanji". i wonder who actually knows the film, it was really in vogue during the 90s? starring a really cute younger version of kirsten dunst. gorgeous! =pPp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/deucebigaloweuropeangigolo_bigearly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/deucebigaloweuropeangigolo_bigearly.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more thing, watch deuce bigalow! its cute, some sort of american pie remake. btw, the fourth american pie movie is out! be sure to catch it =))).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was planning to write about my european trip and let you guys see photos, but i guess i'll have to procrastinate again, as my cousin wants to use the computer.  enjoy this post (((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14740889-113446078387098601?l=xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/113446078387098601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14740889&amp;postID=113446078387098601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/113446078387098601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/113446078387098601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/2005/12/movies.html' title='movies'/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-113160738951626992</id><published>2005-11-09T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T23:23:09.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bye for now</title><content type='html'>so, im going off to europe today at 6~ yay, 'cept that i'll miss msia loads! i got number 6 i class. is that good or what? i dont think so (:&lt;br /&gt;ps. muacks to jolwee &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14740889-113160738951626992?l=xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/113160738951626992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14740889&amp;postID=113160738951626992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/113160738951626992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/113160738951626992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/2005/11/bye-for-now.html' title='bye for now'/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-113135988699813696</id><published>2005-11-07T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T02:38:07.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new pics of crazy ppl (:</title><content type='html'>hey hey hey. so long haent blogged. just came back from nz (: so today jolwee came over after school and guess what we did? you can guess from my photos (:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/Jolwee003_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/Jolwee003_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/Jolwee013_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/Jolwee013_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/Jolwee014_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/Jolwee014_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yup, we love them (: me and jolwee are certified 100percent crazy. muacks~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14740889-113135988699813696?l=xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/113135988699813696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14740889&amp;postID=113135988699813696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/113135988699813696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/113135988699813696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/2005/11/new-pics-of-crazy-ppl.html' title='new pics of crazy ppl (:'/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-113031514693944158</id><published>2005-10-26T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T01:25:46.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>damn</title><content type='html'>damn my chem teacher. shit. boliao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14740889-113031514693944158?l=xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/113031514693944158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14740889&amp;postID=113031514693944158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/113031514693944158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/113031514693944158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/2005/10/damn.html' title='damn'/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-113015948774568662</id><published>2005-10-24T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T06:11:27.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tokkin</title><content type='html'>haha~ just had a rather stimulating conversation with jessica. she does spice up my braincells (: anyway im gonna post up my latest marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;english - 88&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[this is not sure yet. cos my crazy teachr wants to either plus 1-5 marks, or minus 1-5 maarks, depending on our, er.. so-called class behaviour. and considering the time jolwee and i stood up to her, well.. better expect 83marks instead (:]&lt;br /&gt;[oh yeah, i got 47.5/50 for my second essay! aint that great, even for a sucker like her]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chem paper 3 - 26/50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ok omg. i hate hate that bloody bitch teacher. who the freak does she think she is? she drives everyone mad. damn insensitive. she cuts off all my marks! and i bet she wont even explain why. dont get her man. such a sucker. i love chem! and she cut off my marks just like that. what is the world coming to?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post later, my mum going mad. as usual =xXx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14740889-113015948774568662?l=xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/113015948774568662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14740889&amp;postID=113015948774568662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/113015948774568662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/113015948774568662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/2005/10/tokkin.html' title='tokkin'/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-113007142049078885</id><published>2005-10-23T05:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T05:43:40.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy</title><content type='html'>yay. went out with him yesterday. after so many weeks of not seeing hi. damn the exams! anyway i was like, so embarassed! so many guys were there, i think at least 20? neo came up to me, look from me to *him* and said, aiyo! hualamak. zili said i boh steady. omg. and the guys are so horrible! we went to watch a movie, and the guys said to him, eh, bu xiang ting dao la lian de shen ying a~! omg -.- i was like, what the freak? hahaha~ we watched into the blue and i think i know the reason why they chose that movie! it was about sharks, drugs, blood, head honchos, butt, breasts, taikors, kissing, the sea, fishing, breasts, sunken planes, butt, equipment, breasts and butt. hehe~ i can take a guess that the guys were all O.O hahahaha! omg, i was like -.-" so anyway, after the movie mh was like, muah muah! and i was like, what the hell? then they started ribbing us, going all kissy kissy. omg! yesterday was one of the most embarassing nights of my life please remind me to never do it again. today was a nice normal boring day. 'cept that i bought some stuff. a few new storybooks to read, nth substantive though! seventeen and lime. got my monthly fix of magazines for this month. my sister says i sound like a drug addict! kekeke~ bought a super cute bohemian bag! its adorable~ and a new giordano shirt to go to europe and new zealand! freak i just cant wait to go to nz. plus a vivienne westwood shirt!! hahaha. its fake. like, duh =xXx anyway i just cant blog with all these peepos looking over my shoulder, so see yea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14740889-113007142049078885?l=xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/113007142049078885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14740889&amp;postID=113007142049078885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/113007142049078885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/113007142049078885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy_23.html' title='happy'/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-112996498571995253</id><published>2005-10-21T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T00:09:45.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>europe pics</title><content type='html'>yay~ we're goin to nz this friday. kinda short notice eh? my dad decided yesterday =pPp anyway, here are the long awaited europe photos. well, long awaited by me anyways. decided to  dedicate all of today's posts to pictures. so &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; can enjoy them =)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/europe%20048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/europe%20048.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad freezing his er... tushy off in switzerland. jungfraujoch - top of europe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/europe%20075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/europe%20075.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way to mount pilatus in lucern/luzerne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/europe%20077%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/europe%20077%20copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haih. two posers on the boat to mount pilatus. my pimples! omg -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/europe%20135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/europe%20135.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum posing with her two  little lv bags. she's damn proud of em =)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/europe%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/europe%20014.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couldnt resist taking this cow's picture. what d'you reckon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/europe%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/europe%20011.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aha~ great view taken by yours truly =pPp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/europe%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/europe%20015.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the little poser sister of mine -.-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14740889-112996498571995253?l=xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/112996498571995253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14740889&amp;postID=112996498571995253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112996498571995253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112996498571995253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/2005/10/europe-pics.html' title='europe pics'/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-112995264271655499</id><published>2005-10-21T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T20:44:02.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy</title><content type='html'>its official. i have blog-itis. inflammation of the brain, it results in a person's compulsion to blog everyday. oftentimes, it causes a deep urge to blog twice a day. omg. just realised how stupid i am. all my picts cant be seen. too bad. im just too lazy to fix it. anyway back to my strange disease. blog-itis. i just put in a hit counter. surely nobody reads my blog but i just get a kick out of seeing it there yeahs? (: ahhhhhh~ i found a new great pic of chad! the gorgeous hunk =)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/1600/chad_michael_murray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/chad_michael_murray.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aha~ my bloody gorgeous hunk. wish he was mine. wishful thinking (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14740889-112995264271655499?l=xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/112995264271655499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14740889&amp;postID=112995264271655499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112995264271655499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112995264271655499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/2005/10/crazy.html' title='crazy'/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-112990124789644146</id><published>2005-10-21T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T06:27:27.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yay</title><content type='html'>okay got a few way back photos dat are damn embarassing. cant believe i ever looked so stupid. and that was this year! oh well, im no great beauty now, but still.. there's an improvement! =D&lt;br /&gt;arghh. sorry. i guess all of you who wanted to see my freakish face'll have to wait till im using my own pc. my sister's pc kinda sucks (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4258/1063/320/SSCN0651_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;yay i tink i uploaded it already. gosh its so hard to get it in with my sister's pc. so there it is. my ugly self. in black =xXx anyway jess looks like she always does and always will since she was young. jolwee looks kinda *toot* in this picture and she knows it doesnt matter lah baobei, i still love ya =D and tingxin. gosh, big freaking difference now eh? i bet if you see her on the streets now you will go, what the freak? kekeke~ anyway, for your viewing pleasure, and to my horror! i get to upload the new version of tingxin. everyone clap hands! =DD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;erh to all of you who had your hands poised to clap. well, so sorry you dont get to see it. cos my sister's pc sucks as i said earlier. what the freak is this bloody girl doing, you must be thinking eh? hey! its demoralizing to hear myself as a bloody girl! kekeke~ anyway its not like anyone reads my blog yeahs? (: so i can just keep demoralizing myself by going all, oh im so ugly and all that shit. yea yea. dumb.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway i just wanna point out that i love my personal friendster account! yeah i know it isnt actually the queen of html or anything. i totally get it. im cool =x but you might wanna take a look yeahs? (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=21894470"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=21894470&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yeap, i know my pics are kinda scary. also im trying to demoralize myself as much as i can in this post. anyway im so freaking pissed! my bio... bloody shit. even if i pass, so what? you do know that ill be flayed alive by my mum right? oh yeah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;bio paper 2&lt;/em&gt; - 43/100 [which means that i need another 6 marks over 50 for paper three so i can pass bio. yay =DD]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i am never ever gonna post a photo using blogger system anymore! its totally screwing up all my posts. grrrr. and i just realised smth really important. MADNESS SELLS. thats right. why else would all my crazy friends have *ehem, picture me coughing here* admirers eh? ehehe, who said anything about lil old &lt;em&gt;moi&lt;/em&gt;? i meant my friends. kekeke! so anyway, you see that stupid picture up there? yeah i know the editing sucks. unfortunately i absolutely dont have photoshop on this pc and i had to use some obscure program called photofiltre? erh, news flash. photoshop ROCKS. just so ya'll know =pPp.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;just realised that i am so totally in love with chad. havent thought about him in a while. hes so cute. kekeke~ and guess what? im going out with him tomorrow.. dunoe should wear chap lap of dress up or wat? on the other hand, i should dress the way owaes have right? he should love me for who i am. even though i kinda like the way i dress =p. i m so into photoshop that i even dream about editing photos! thinking of the best way to edit my photos. in school during exam. also thinking lovingly about photoshop. its sick this obsession with photoshop. sick i tell you. image ready too. omg. turning into some kinda photoshop groupie. ill be all, oh miss, care to try photoshop? its great. it even haunts you in your dreams. kekeke. i can imagine that =.= eeyuck i look like a horrendous faggot aka cockroach in my family photo. ew ew ew. why cant i ever talk about substantial topics? haiyo. oh yeah. news flash people!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;datin sri endon, wife of our current prime minister, dato seri abdullah ahmad badawi has passed away after a four-year-long battle with cancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;that piece of news will be documented there forever. omg. but her death really caused me to think. my mum could be next! there one day, not there the next. i may fight with my mum but i wouldnt want her to die! so please support the breast cancer foundation if you come across this post of mine. get one of those livestrong bands. i want my mum to live!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14740889-112990124789644146?l=xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/112990124789644146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14740889&amp;postID=112990124789644146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112990124789644146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112990124789644146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/2005/10/yay_21.html' title='yay'/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-112989610593389999</id><published>2005-10-21T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T05:01:45.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jess</title><content type='html'>yup the picture just now? forgot to give it a caption (: i made it for jessie. was kinda bored so decided to just get her smth nice. im too nice lahs! blueks =pPp yay~ tonight we can watch desperate housewives. unfortunately got school so cant watch too late! blame the school! they said we didnt have enough schooling days this year. ish who cares? LIE (: anyway my mum says wanna go nz and visit my auntie for hari raya. erh, hello? were not muslims as far as i know. kekeke~ go new zealand again yeahs? yeap, i kinda like the idea =)).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14740889-112989610593389999?l=xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/112989610593389999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14740889&amp;postID=112989610593389999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112989610593389999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112989610593389999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/2005/10/jess.html' title='jess'/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-112987525638929170</id><published>2005-10-20T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T23:14:16.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hi</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Windows%20XP/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/jessica.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello bloggie (: kinda missed you after not seeing you for a few hours. yay. finally talked to him today. after two days of not talking. the missing is driving me mad =pPp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14740889-112987525638929170?l=xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/112987525638929170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14740889&amp;postID=112987525638929170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112987525638929170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112987525638929170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/2005/10/hi.html' title='hi'/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-112979193894256447</id><published>2005-10-19T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T00:05:38.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>exams over</title><content type='html'>yay yay yay~ exams are finally over. can relax. and online everyday! teehees. so far my marks kinda suck =)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;add math - 43&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[this is the subject that mroe than half of the class failed in. its unladylike of me to gloat. but TEEHEE!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;history - 42&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[omg im so glad that i actually passed this paper! which i soooo expected to fail]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and bio paper 1 - 31/50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[haiyo, pretty good aint it? especially since i absolutely did not study. nada. zip. zilch (:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo.. been thinking of changing my blogskin. but i tink no use right? i have a blog to blog! and not to change blogskins (: made my own blogskin. and dont you just love those pretty hearts that i made? so glad that i learnt imageready yeahs? =)) alot of nonsense im talkin here. jus missed my blog so so much! cant unstd it sometimes. ppl in muar must be kinda suaku or smth. to them, beauty is defined by whether a girl has clear skin and long hair. haiyos, im sure i dont need to mention names, but the top three beauties in muar are already known right? cumon lah people. cant we get muar off the suaku map and put in some REAL beauties for a change? i didnt ask to be crowned a beauty though. as far as i know, im no beauty (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Windows%20XP/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/huiyi/huiyi.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first gif image. dont know if it can move in this server. decided to give it a try anyway =)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Windows%20XP/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/huiyi/huiyi3.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it cant be seen, well.. who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Windows%20XP/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/huiyi/huiyi4.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;princess (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Windows%20XP/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/huiyi/huiyi5.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dolly dolly~&lt;br /&gt;im such a sucker =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Windows%20XP/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/huiyi/huiyi6.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda hate this one, my first try at doing images.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Windows%20XP/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/huiyi/huiyi8.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my absolute favourite (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i'll be blogging later i think. still owe jessica her flier. just dont have to mood to do it! i wonder though, should i put my tagboard back in. kinda miss it =((.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14740889-112979193894256447?l=xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/112979193894256447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14740889&amp;postID=112979193894256447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112979193894256447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112979193894256447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/2005/10/exams-over.html' title='exams over'/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-112937102044739987</id><published>2005-10-15T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T03:10:20.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>exam nearly over</title><content type='html'>yay~ soon exams will be over. just two papers more. chem and add maths. cracking my head thinking how to make my friendster profile nicer. ordinarily, i wouldnt bother. but.... haiyo. feel so plain compared to others. haha. bbl8r.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14740889-112937102044739987?l=xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/112937102044739987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14740889&amp;postID=112937102044739987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112937102044739987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112937102044739987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/2005/10/exam-nearly-over.html' title='exam nearly over'/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-112834527605939735</id><published>2005-10-03T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T06:14:36.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another happy day</title><content type='html'>my life has become much happier yeahs? (: we were so so so glad today when teacher canceled the moral paper! yesssss =)). what happened was, it was the wrong set and also wrong format. so we got 2hrs free to talk. kekeke~ and jolwee just couldnt shut up about tian mi mi. ish =x. i &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; stupid miss wong! i know my chinese writing sucks k? i dont really give a damn, cos i only use chinese to msg. considering the fact that i grew up speaking english, and not even talking ONE chinese lesson, she shouldn't be saying me cans? she teaches english lah dumb, not chinese. this is called LEBIH. kekeke cos i only use chinese to sms people. she dont have anyone to sms also ar. doubtful that she even owns a handphone. no social life. boliao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14740889-112834527605939735?l=xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/112834527605939735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14740889&amp;postID=112834527605939735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112834527605939735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112834527605939735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/2005/10/another-happy-day.html' title='another happy day'/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-112823884214390689</id><published>2005-10-02T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T00:42:54.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yay</title><content type='html'>oh by the way. sorry about the missing hot girls and gutys will try to fix that asap! i wonder how many people know about that traumatic incident. keep crying and start thinking about that horrible thing after my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; incident happened yesterday. maybe cos i have people to depend on. i hate depending on people though! i have gotten too used to being independent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Westlife - Unbreakable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Took my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Touched my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Held me close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You were always there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Night and day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Through it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby come what may&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Swept away on a wave of emotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now we're caught in the eye of the storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And whenever you smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can hardly believe that you're mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Believe that you're mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This love is unbreakable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's unmistakeable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And each time I look in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This love is untouchable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A feeling my heart just can't deny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And each time I look in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This love is unbreakable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shared the laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shared the tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We both know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We'll go on from here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause together we are strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In my arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's where you belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've been touched by the hands of an angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've been blessed by the power of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And whenever you smile I can hardly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Believe that you're mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This love is unbreakable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's unmistakeable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And each time I look in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; This love is untouchable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; A feeling my heart just can't deny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And each time I look in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This love is unbreakable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Through fire and flame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When all this is over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our love still remains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This love is unbreakable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  It's unmistakeable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  And each time I look in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  I know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  This love is untouchable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  A feeling my heart just can't deny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  And each time you whisper my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Oh baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  I know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  And each time I look in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   I know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This love is unbreakable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep - the whole thing was typed by me while listening to the song =)). I wonder will anyone understand the significance? If only lah... i dont have anyone to sing this to =((.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14740889-112823884214390689?l=xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/112823884214390689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14740889&amp;postID=112823884214390689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112823884214390689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112823884214390689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/2005/10/yay.html' title='yay'/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-112822741564310893</id><published>2005-10-01T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T21:30:15.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY JUBILANT ECSTATIC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i am crazily crazily extremely totally deeply happy! only one person knows why =)). never thought i'd be as happy as this! can finally give up the old things that bothered me. kekeke ~ im so so so deliriously ecstatic and jubilant =)). my sister said im a weirdo. which by point, i am. LOL. havent blogged in a long time. finally opened my personal account, unfortunately only got 16 friends =((. i am crazy over the songs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;queen of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;unbreakable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. * swept away on a wave of emotion * kekeke~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Windows%20XP/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/hello%20kitty1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep, my darling hellokitty bracelet =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14740889-112822741564310893?l=xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/112822741564310893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14740889&amp;postID=112822741564310893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112822741564310893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112822741564310893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-jubilant-ecstatic.html' title='HAPPY JUBILANT ECSTATIC'/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-112711936963159726</id><published>2005-09-19T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T01:42:49.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid day</title><content type='html'>haiyos. its just another boring monday. having to go to school just sucks cans? i promised promised myself that i would start studying today. but came home and slept like a pig until now! i have to start no matter what! LOL. hahahas. seriously i slept and now online pulak. how am i gonna keep up my top 5 position in class huhs? anyway ill blog later yenn wants to use the computer (: why arent we so lucky to have one computer each ehs? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14740889-112711936963159726?l=xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/112711936963159726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14740889&amp;postID=112711936963159726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112711936963159726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112711936963159726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/2005/09/stupid-day.html' title='stupid day'/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-112705224956452820</id><published>2005-09-18T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T07:04:09.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shit</title><content type='html'>arghs. dunoe why my laptop AND my pc both can see the pics i posted of the hotties? arghs. msn me if you can see them yeahs? (: as you all might have noticed on my *hers* page. i wrote ps to dotz` you sucks too (: peace. hahahas. that's cos in my previous blogskin, that person tagged me. i used to be so sensitive, if someone said that to me last time, i would probably fight back or be upset, but now im stronger. haahaha how cheesy cans? after that incident with the bitch. now i dont care anymore huhs? hahahas. mum just complained about the standard of english i use. haha. shes rite actually, i btr fix my english (: i remember my form 3 and 4 english teacher. she used to tell us about queen's english and she admitted that even SHE didnt have queen's english. i wonder who has? want to learn from that person yeahs? =)) anyway time to go to sleep. one thing though. xin keeps insisting she isnt a nerd, but kinda think so. she studies everyday and gets worried if she doesnt study. how nerdy can you get? hahaha. nitex.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14740889-112705224956452820?l=xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/112705224956452820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14740889&amp;postID=112705224956452820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112705224956452820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112705224956452820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/2005/09/shit.html' title='shit'/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-112702979218888179</id><published>2005-09-18T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T00:49:52.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hot girls</title><content type='html'>and now is time for the gurl hotties yeahs? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Windows%20XP/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/gwen.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; something for guys to ogle at. my idol gwen stefani! shes a hot babe huhs? =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Windows%20XP/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/fergie.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; miss fergie from the BEP. love her cans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Windows%20XP/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/britney.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; miss britney spears when she was still innocent (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Windows%20XP/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/Beyonce.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shes probably the hottest woman alive. *drools* beyonce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Windows%20XP/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/avril.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; avril for chareli x)). enjoy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Windows%20XP/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/alyssa.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; sexy alyssa milano from charmed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Windows%20XP/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/alicia.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly the lady with the hottest voice (: alicia keys~! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Windows%20XP/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/usher.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i wish usher and alicia were together yeahs? theyre the perfect couple. oh yeahs, sorry about posting him later. i forgot about him =X.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14740889-112702979218888179?l=xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/112702979218888179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14740889&amp;postID=112702979218888179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112702979218888179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112702979218888179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/2005/09/hot-girls.html' title='hot girls'/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-112702131100724759</id><published>2005-09-17T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T22:30:22.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cute guys</title><content type='html'>Today's post is dedicated to cute guys (: Please observe  the "&lt;33 huiyi" i put on the pictures. hahahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Windows%20XP/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/tom%20copy.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ever gorgeous tom felton aka malfoy for my sweetie pie (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Windows%20XP/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/shawn%20copy.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doubt anyone will know this guy. he is shawn ashmore! a real cutie who starred in cadet kelly with hilary duff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Windows%20XP/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/olie%20copy.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone who doesnt know who this is has been living under a rock, my friends =)). he needs no introduction, but here is orlando bloom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Windows%20XP/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/jay%20copy.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here is mr jay chou for jolwee to ogle at (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Windows%20XP/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/elijah%20copy.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha. my fave lil elf after legolas of course. elijah wood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Windows%20XP/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/drew%20copy.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hottest whitelighter on charmed yeahs? drew fuller! aka piper's second son chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Windows%20XP/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/danielr%20copy.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would prefer it if daniel was mine but... im giveing him to chareli (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Windows%20XP/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/brad.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some brad pitt for tingxin. loved him in mr and mrs smith (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Windows%20XP/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/ben%20copy.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ever hot benjamin mckenzie from the oc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Windows%20XP/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/chad1%20copy.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last but 100percent not least! chad michael murray the hottest guy in thwe world! cant resist him (: so here is another picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Windows%20XP/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/chaddd%20copy.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits to chareli for this pic. loving it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ladies and gentlemen, that is all for the list of hot guys today. maybe ill be listing hot girls next? (: see yeas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14740889-112702131100724759?l=xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/112702131100724759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14740889&amp;postID=112702131100724759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112702131100724759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112702131100724759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/2005/09/cute-guys.html' title='cute guys'/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-112697652333506901</id><published>2005-09-17T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T10:14:30.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>design photoshop</title><content type='html'>Hahaha. finally learned to use photoshop and image ready yeahs? (: sorry for not blogging in so long hurs. donte have the time. also no mood x(.  stupid of me, i didnt tink of dl-ind intunes earlier, so i was stuck listening to air supply on my ipod for so long. stupid me yeahs? dl-ed and now i have lotsa songs on my ipod. donte ustd why girls and guys just cant be friends without being together huhs? that day i went for add maths tuition, i sat with mavin. hes my best friend after all. but could feel some pp talking about us. stupid of dem cans? hes my BEST FRIEND dumbos! (: but still... theres always rumours that i like mavin. NO! he is very in love with christine. that time he told me that they broke up, i felt soooo SAD for him. haiyos. if i like him wouldnt i be happy to hear that they broke up? but no. i donte! spent the whole day playing pc or sleepin. cant continue like this! need to study need to study. hahaha. no use lahs. ever since i started hanging ot with mavin ive turned into a nerd. gosh (: he makes me study i the middle of the night. i donte know why but i donte seem to be scared for the exams yeahs? anyway just wanted to post up a nice little photo of hilary that i did (: sorry chareli, but this one is for my sister (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b354/angelmusicbabiee/har.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a cute lil effect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14740889-112697652333506901?l=xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/112697652333506901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14740889&amp;postID=112697652333506901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112697652333506901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112697652333506901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/2005/09/design-photoshop.html' title='design photoshop'/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-112651799619158564</id><published>2005-09-12T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T02:39:56.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry</title><content type='html'>sorry for not blogging in so long. but i wouldn't know WHO in the world whould be interested in reading my blog. hahaha. blog laterz kies? muacks &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14740889-112651799619158564?l=xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/112651799619158564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14740889&amp;postID=112651799619158564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112651799619158564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112651799619158564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/2005/09/sorry.html' title='sorry'/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-112481352191056416</id><published>2005-08-23T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T02:10:10.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday dajie~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;today was tingxin's birthday~! happy birthday to her. she called me at 6.45, told me to get ready cos we were going out at 7. so i rushed like shit and then what happens? the girl msgs me at 7 to tell me that jolwee was gonna fetch me at 7.15 instead! So i waited and waited like hell, until realising that jolwee was gonna be late! sent her a msg about the importance of punctuality and she scolded me! oops=)). she FINALLY came at 8pm. went to delikateza, then realised dat we didnt buy xin a cake. ran all the way to emas cake house and bought her some stupid cake. jolwee insisted that we poke in the candles there and then! hell lah, woman, the cake is chocolate covered! the stupid cake was so hard that jolwee poked a few(many actually!)holes in it. wuahhaaa. so we stood there laughing like idiots over the demolished cake while the salesgirl tried not to smile at the two crazy girls who had invaded the shop xD. teehees* so we walked back and then realised that we forgot a lighter! arggh. made a shop pit stop at seven-eleven(thankfully it was on the way!). reached delikateza and tried to hide the cake but we were unsucessful~! haha, tingxin saw it and told us. hello miss bhb!=)). went there and ordered some food lors. jess and xin were already like, halfway finished. then we realised, call dennis along lah! so sorry for making him the only guy there xD. after that we went to the movie. jolwee and i stopped over at annabel to buy a shirt that we absolutely loved. so cute! bought the shirt, 28bucks i think. later will post up the pic for everyone to see x)). then went upstairs to this new shop that just opened. selling all these little trinkets. saw a pair of LOVELY mickey earrings but damn theyre expensive! hell load of money for some small studs. jolwee insisted that she wanted to get a set of matching necklaces for her and hong hock. so.. romantic&gt;.&lt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14740889-112481352191056416?l=xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/112481352191056416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14740889&amp;postID=112481352191056416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112481352191056416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112481352191056416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-birthday-dajie.html' title='happy birthday dajie~!'/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-112469519360955282</id><published>2005-08-21T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T02:11:30.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boring holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;LOL. this holidays have been quite boring. the first few days were ok.. but now.. ew.. getting boring. i wanna go out with jolwee later. hopefully. to watch charlie and the chocolate factory. trying to make a blogskin but im soooo bad at html&gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14740889-112469519360955282?l=xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/112469519360955282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14740889&amp;postID=112469519360955282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112469519360955282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112469519360955282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/2005/08/boring-holidays.html' title='boring holidays'/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-112463789760638993</id><published>2005-08-21T08:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T02:14:34.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PNG'd daniel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hahas* jolwee and i have PNG'd daniel. he is now on our &lt;em&gt;persona non grata&lt;/em&gt; list. funny how u thought you knew someone but he turned out to be the complete opposite. he's changed alot this year. all that crapola about me turning bad and stuff. hello? you are the one who's turning bad. even your best friends cant stand you. what happened to him? he's turned power-hungry. and BAD. he nearly said i was hiao. he din say it out but i can feel him thinking it. flirting with attached girls, BITCHY attached girls? that's way too low. as zili says, he is a gien bu king. hope he never reads this=)). LOL. me and zili.. gosh. never knew i could find someone that i could talk to as much as mavin. mavin hates me now. i dont even know why. dun care. im gonna ignore him next week at lit. same way he ignored me. zili and i stayed up until two thirty am last night chatting~! omigosh. two cantshutup peepos. LOL. he told me dat he kept laughing throughout our conversation. told him he needs to get to a mental hospital=X. hahas* he let me see his webcam~! gosh. damn clear then see his SCARY face. hahas* im so bad. no lahs, hes quite cute, for a friend, you know. finally someone to talk to other than mavin and dhiraj. tired of burdening them with my probs. i think mavin feels its too much? sorry lah, piggy. let me tell you, i cant live happily without you as my best friend! its a sad sad life='((. so, life is getting ALOT more complicated. yesterday went out wth xin. planned to meet jess after the sri muar install but she skipped it entirely~! haha. jolwee's new boyf. gosh, hes a cutie but a bit of ah beng heng? so sorry lah baobeii=D. bought lotsa stuff. ate until stuffed. bought new earrings, new shirt. spent nearly hundred dollars bah? oh gosh, dad will slit my throat when he gets home. im now officially dead broke AND owe my dad nearly 50bucks. LOL. bought charlie and the chocolate factory vcd. came back to my hse to watch it with jess and xin. fell asleep halfway~! oh gosh, im such a sucker. tingxin and i onlined till late.. then she went home. i miss her=)).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14740889-112463789760638993?l=xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/112463789760638993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14740889&amp;postID=112463789760638993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112463789760638993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112463789760638993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/2005/08/pngd-daniel_21.html' title='PNG&apos;d daniel'/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-112445811222537212</id><published>2005-08-19T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T02:16:01.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sad again~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;all mavin's fault. he's ignoring me totally. what did i do to him? he's supposed to be my best friend~! but he replied jolwee's sms and din even bother to reply the many many many sms that i sent him. no explanation also... haish. i wonder why he hate me? without my best friend i wont be happy=((. maybe christine ask him not to be friends with me? haiyah. why like that? anyway, what can i do if he doesnt wanna talk to me&gt;.&lt;'' oh yeah. went to school, its the HOLIDAYS~! hahas* muiting skip school-lucky pig. after school dabao chicken rice for henry and alvin, but henry din go pulak=.= mavin also din go. alvin said he wanted to concentrate on lit. pui lah. i heard a few things about *him* today. all bad things. why din i know he was so bad? finally show his true colours. he's really bad. gone power-hungry. menghong is soooo angry with him. if only i knew how his real character is like. gosh. my eyes went round O.O so horrible~! they all hate him now, only he doesnt know it. jolwee told me that he's really so jian. gosh. must be hanging out with *her* for too long. two jian people together. no problems=). heard from menghong tat he was flirting away with the bitch at william's party. only gao poh girls. please lah. watch out next time you kena beat up. ill laugh~!!! after lit, went to jolwee's hse. oh yeah, mum left for sporee so she can go to china tomorrow. yay~! hahhaa* spent the whole day in jolwee's hse. dunnoe wat we do also=.= yesterday at goh tiao kim's tuition. jolwee suddenly ask me want to go watch national choir competition in melaka? i said when? she said now-.-SHIT stupid blog. spoil everythg, too lazy to type for the THIRD time. ishs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14740889-112445811222537212?l=xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/112445811222537212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14740889&amp;postID=112445811222537212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112445811222537212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112445811222537212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/2005/08/sad-again.html' title='sad again~!'/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-112411262886577374</id><published>2005-08-15T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T09:53:32.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>budding designer=))</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;again, some new pics. nowadays addictedd=)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b354/angelmusicbabiee/huiyi3006_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and baobeii jolwee again but different design&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b354/angelmusicbabiee/srj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;femme fatales 2005 designed by me x))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b354/angelmusicbabiee/srjk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the top four noisiest(and most fun people~!) in lit class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14740889-112411262886577374?l=xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/112411262886577374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14740889&amp;postID=112411262886577374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112411262886577374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112411262886577374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/2005/08/budding-designer.html' title='budding designer=))'/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-112402345943465297</id><published>2005-08-14T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T02:19:51.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>normal day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;today was normal lars. sunday, you know? woke up late in the morning, went downstairs, saw my uncle there. hahahas* me and jiee kept teasing lil sis. until she sulked and cried. haish. as usual? hahas* went out to eat at sakeh, damn full after that O.O then went out to popular, gt the new princess diaries book, volume vi~! yays. came home and read it for a while, then went out with mum and jiee. bought a cute lil doggy necklace. rather into the punky look now, no more girlishness for me~! except for crying.. i enjoy that~!=)). hahahas* came home and onL for quite a long time. hiacks. kinda sick of friendster nowadays though. i dont really care if my accnt takes 200yrs to fill up. after all, already five accnts is more than enough=). read finish the princess diaries book and started reading the newest copy of LIME=)). said bye to jiee, she'll be in kl till the week after next. then.. onlined again~! hiacks. im so addicted to onlining. no friendster anymore though. more to blogs=). anyway, im busy replying testies, so ill blog later~! muackks=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14740889-112402345943465297?l=xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/112402345943465297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14740889&amp;postID=112402345943465297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112402345943465297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112402345943465297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/2005/08/normal-day.html' title='normal day'/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-112401483158631906</id><published>2005-08-14T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T09:52:23.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new pics agn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;LOL. just designed sum new pics. hehehex* here they are~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b354/angelmusicbabiee/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my baobeiibabiee jolwee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b354/angelmusicbabiee/Untitled-2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darlingg meifeng meiimeii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b354/angelmusicbabiee/Untitled-3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chiobu jieejiee angiee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b354/angelmusicbabiee/huiyi3006_1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baobei jolwee and me~! hsm install. thanks dennis=)).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14740889-112401483158631906?l=xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/112401483158631906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14740889&amp;postID=112401483158631906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112401483158631906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112401483158631906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/2005/08/new-pics-agn.html' title='new pics agn'/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-112391939174028843</id><published>2005-08-13T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T09:54:35.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>superficiality</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;oh gosh, sometimes i think im superficial. well,i guess so is the rest of the world. have you ever heard a guy say, youre so smart, will you be my girlfriend? noway. well, that's the way the world is. LOL. so if you dont have looks, you just might as well be dead. i guess that's me~! hahas* that day at the hsm install, dennis pointed at me and said in this really fierce voice[scary~!]"Huiyi, you hve VERY low self-esteem". Well, i guess he's kinda right lors. it takes me a very long time to realise that im not as ugly as i think. well, for one thing, my big sister's comment last night really changed everythg i thought about myself. she said that she had her college and uni friends who saw my picture on friendster and wanted to have my phone number~! hahas* she said she chased them away and said im too young for them=)). wakaka. but one thing i have to say, my pictures definitely look better than my real person. but people who tell me that are just plain MEAN. oh yeah, today was canteen day. woke up early to go, but jolwee didnt turn up~! ishs. alamaks. quite fun today, but i think i spent nearly rm40!! ahaha, there goes my savings. summore i dont get and allowance=(. but it was worth it. i saw ah chua today, and she said hie, but vivian is weird she just stared and stared at me like she doesn't know me=.='''. then came back home and fell asleep until now~! hahas* finally opened my new accnt today. add if you want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="mailto:lilfaeriebaby@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;lilfaeriebaby@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. the shugardoll one was kinda slow. ishs. hahas* omigosh~! i just realised that i TOTALLY havent started my addmaths project yet. and its due next week~! im so so so dead. but actually, i think teacher wont mind lars. hahas* yay~! holidays soon. can go out everyday cos mum and dad are going to china. and then we're going to westin kl to stay in &lt;em&gt;degrande suite&lt;/em&gt;=). can go take neos at sg wang, nvr taken in msia before. and can go shopping, so i better save up my allowance now~! LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14740889-112391939174028843?l=xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/112391939174028843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14740889&amp;postID=112391939174028843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112391939174028843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112391939174028843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/2005/08/superficiality.html' title='superficiality'/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-112377070754573290</id><published>2005-08-11T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T02:22:39.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rush post=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mum is on the warpath. LOL. been spending too much time on the Net. hahas* nth much to blog today. life has been veryvery depressing lately. after my crying bout on sunday, feel like a different person. people and friends keep asking me to go back to the old huiyi, the huiyi that they used to know. dunnoe why, i tried but i cant. they'll just have to deal with it. dunnoe why im so depressed anyway. oh yeah, it was nice of xin to come here and tag=D. i gotta love her for that~! hahas* sometimes i get really depressed though. dennis said that i have low self-esteem. VERY low. its not really true actually. when im by myself, i consider myself pretty OK-looking, nth beautiful, but just an average girl. but when i think abt what that bitch said abt me the other day, i just cant help it. i becum abt a 100times uglier to myself. she sucks. ishs. made me like this. luckily muiting is planning to go to tuition next week and sabo her! humph, let her know the feeling. sucker~! hahas* i feel happier sometimes though, when i think about all the nice friends i have. SHIT stupid blog again. blog laterz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14740889-112377070754573290?l=xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/112377070754573290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14740889&amp;postID=112377070754573290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112377070754573290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112377070754573290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/2005/08/rush-post.html' title='rush post=)'/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-112366619356177861</id><published>2005-08-10T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T09:55:47.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate bitches</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I hate that girl! she knows who she is! what right does she have to insult me until i cry? this is unfair. what did i ever do to her? haish. feel miserable. nvr insulted her b4, why should she insult me? i hat hate hate her. i could feel my ears were burning hot the whole time she was insulting me! she was insulting very loudly, as i f i was dead or not in the room~! i cant imagine how god could have let this kinda girl live for so long, leading such a happy life. what can i say, life is unfair. she's pretty, she's popular, but she's a BITCH~! i heard that she even betrayed her best friend b4, and her boyfriend too! But her best friend already sucks without any of her help. gee. i wonder why. i really dun mind ppl talking bad abt me,but did she have to do it in front of me? she said it so loudly until the whole tuition class heard!! i hate her. i nvr scold bad words anymore, but fark her. cb she. hate hate hate. depressed enough, dont need her help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14740889-112366619356177861?l=xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/112366619356177861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14740889&amp;postID=112366619356177861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112366619356177861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112366619356177861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-hate-bitches.html' title='i hate bitches'/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-112341982135654671</id><published>2005-08-07T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T09:58:28.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>depression</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;depression rox. love sux. slogan dat me and xin came up with. when the boys are bad, the girls are sad. so true. haishs, today might be one of the worst days in my life. my life already sux badly enuf lors. cried on and off the whole day. at least have tingxin to cry together with. i pity her too. andrew is such an idiot. treat her like dat. i thought daniel was bad, but i obviously didnt tink of andrew. i cried even harder when i heard frm tingxin dat daniel was only treating me as jess's replacement. thnx a whole lot. u rock. NOT. u already broke my heart by falling in love with my best fren, and now i find out that you never really loved me? thanks ever so much. yucks. so lonely. wanna die. but i bet nobody will come to my funeral? haishs. life is so sucky. i wonder wad all dose pretty and popular and smart ppl know abt sadness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14740889-112341982135654671?l=xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/112341982135654671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14740889&amp;postID=112341982135654671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112341982135654671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112341982135654671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/2005/08/depression.html' title='depression'/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-112334287346856413</id><published>2005-08-06T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T09:58:46.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>installation day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;haishs. today was the hsm installation day. went early and had lunch with jolwee and chong hao. weird feeling that chong hao likes jolwee? anyway. the install was not bad lars, quite fun. cos we had dennis to bully. lols~! then daniel's turn, he was installed. and they all shouted "Jessica! Jessica!" er. dun really know how i feel about that. just because he is my ex doesnt mean i own him. and im quite sure i have no feelings for him anymore. but its always hard to forget a first boyfriend rite? anyway, i felt a little weird when they all started shouting tat. even tingxin and jolwee. i just sat there and shuddup. weird feeling. errrrrr. summore jess is one of my besties. errrrr. after that we went to extreme cafe AGAIN this time with dennis. guilty as charged. dennis is quite cute but VERY sarcastic. more like a little brother type. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14740889-112334287346856413?l=xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/112334287346856413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14740889&amp;postID=112334287346856413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112334287346856413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112334287346856413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/2005/08/installation-day.html' title='installation day'/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-112279406813727321</id><published>2005-07-30T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T09:59:26.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new pics=))</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b354/angelmusicbabiee/ff.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the femme fatales are back and better than ever=))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b354/angelmusicbabiee/ff2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the femme fatales rocks~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b354/angelmusicbabiee/gj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and meifeng mei. we look like twins rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b354/angelmusicbabiee/hymt5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muiting laogong and me, taken in tuition when teacher wasnt looking x))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14740889-112279406813727321?l=xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/112279406813727321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14740889&amp;postID=112279406813727321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112279406813727321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112279406813727321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/2005/07/new-pics.html' title='new pics=))'/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-112279157392368721</id><published>2005-07-30T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T09:59:54.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;difficult to think up blog titles lars. finally opened my new accnt. slow mans=).just noticed that meifeng mei's new pics make her look like emiri. damn pretty lors. sometimes i envy people with clear skin, nice eyes and haf many admirers. like jolwee. dunno why she just cant admit it. wen she doesnt admit it, it makes me more hurt than when she does. i mean, isnt it bad enough that i dun haf any admirers? must she say dat NOBODY likes her? if nobody likes her means negative 10 people likes me=)). gosh i suddenly realised that i have so many family members. i mean in frenster x)). so many. lols. but i dun mind. enjoy it lors. ystd was dad's birthday party. invited xin, jess and wee. we had fun, taking lotsa pics. until my mum even said at one point, seems like the four of us are the birthday girls~! hahas* but im glad. cos it means that femmefatales are back once again~! i missed it =)). listening to let's get it started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14740889-112279157392368721?l=xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/112279157392368721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14740889&amp;postID=112279157392368721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112279157392368721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112279157392368721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/2005/07/sunday.html' title='sunday'/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-112264801719538498</id><published>2005-07-29T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T10:00:07.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sickness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;today fell asleep during bio. was tired and drowsy after eating my medicine. teacher looked at me and asked me wad was wrong. just shook my head and lay down, he didnt disturb me the rest of the time~! hahas* at least he din scold me for falling asleep. sheesh, got back my history ; 32 marks. sheesh. better not tell mum=X. i absolutely didnt know how to do it anyway. i think total up the number of questions i did doesnt even amount to a passing mark. hees* and my physics got 44 but its one of the highest anyway. everyone else failed. but mum complained. haishs. went to lit, meng hong din go. that made jolwee happy :). good nite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14740889-112264801719538498?l=xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/112264801719538498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14740889&amp;postID=112264801719538498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112264801719538498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112264801719538498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/2005/07/sickness.html' title='sickness'/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-112256255679085709</id><published>2005-07-28T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T10:00:27.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crawling snails</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;sheesh. my friendster accnt is moving at a snail's pace. could you move faster snail? i envy ivy and angie. their accnts just go WHOOSH~! haish, im too unattractive i guess? hahahs* i wonder.. just now daniel was talking to one of his friends. he said dat he was gonna be late cos he had lit class tomorrow. well, that's weird. i hope upon hope dat he is not starting to take lit~! argghs, it's bad enough facing henry, now i have to deal with daniel too?! ohwells, i have dhiraj and mavin. except mavin has a girlfriend now and dhiraj just doesnt seem to wanna talk.. hmms. i wonder why? i cant wait for big sis to get home lors. once she gets home den we can go for facial to get rid of my pesky pimples=)). i just miss her so damn much. its funny how life changes. i used to absolutely hate her before she went to australia. we werent that close when she was in australia either. but now shes in kl, she comes back like twice a month, i miss her more than i did when she was in australia. absence makes the heart grow fonder=X. it's true~! gotta sleep if not ill be a walking zombie tomorrow=D. but i just cant leave the web lols~! me and my friendster are just inseparable. dat shucks to the core cos im kinda like addicted to it. i spent 8hrs on it before=)). omigosh. its been ten mins since i typed dat i gotta sleep, but i havent budged from the pc chair=.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14740889-112256255679085709?l=xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/112256255679085709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14740889&amp;postID=112256255679085709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112256255679085709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112256255679085709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/2005/07/crawling-snails.html' title='crawling snails'/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-112253337714673599</id><published>2005-07-27T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T10:00:41.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>honey honey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;oh gosh, i just cant get the song honey out of my head~! all cos of the dance dat we did=D. all i can say is, cyndi wang is just so damn cute. if i cud be half as cute as her, i wud be satisfied=X this jolwee ars, i just called her and she told me she was sleeping and she will fetch me to tuition. hello? did i SAY anything about tuition? omgs. she is a bit *blur* liaos. stupid adrian. tuesday, i wasnt sick yet. teacher returned the est papers. i got highest[87] so she gave me a pink pen as a prize. uh yeah, thanks. anyway, adrian didnt take the test but he laughed at me, say i got so low~! he said he could have gotten 100. well hello, mr adrian. might i remind you that i have beat you in EVERY SINGLE est test? you have never gotten highest so could you like shut up? sheesh, cant stand these bhb peepos. they need their brains washed=D lalala~ dont phunk with my heart=)). weili also another stupid one. my gosh, dat day teacher giving back our am tests. he wasnt in class, but teckwei took it for him. he got 97~! ok, i admit its high=X but when he got back, he said loudly that he din expect to get lower than 90. he said lower than 90 would be impossible. uh, yeah. its fine to be confident. NOT BHB, uncle~! omg, i just realised. i havent watched tv in a helluva long time. except for the movie ice princess. gosh, i wish i could skate like dat. i tried to do a triple axel like her on the floor, but ended up on my butt=.= how embarassing lols! i loveee dat movie, watched it like.. at least 3 times on de same day. also, im angry with my ipod. keep dl-ing songs, but it just doesnt go in! heck la. all my fault also lars, shouldnt haf lost my itunes cd, so i tried to put in using windows media player. doesnt work~! word of advice, dont ever let your uncle fix your ipod! dat time my ipod got some probs, so he reformatted for me. i asked him to put in some avril songs or smth and u know wad he put in? air supply and instrumental songs~! gosh and now i cant put in any other songs=((. stuck listening to i'm all out of love. sheesh=.=diiaosss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14740889-112253337714673599?l=xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/112253337714673599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14740889&amp;postID=112253337714673599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112253337714673599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112253337714673599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/2005/07/honey-honey.html' title='honey honey'/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-112252274564940680</id><published>2005-07-27T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T10:00:58.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm so lonely</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;haish. sometimes i wonder why im still single. am i really dat horrible looking? how come my ex can fal in love with my best friend. weird lars. i may be ugly but not as ugly as some of those who haf boyfs. well, consider myself unlucky. being single is not dat enjoyable. wells. i skipped school again today. cos of my sickness. hahs* actually, im not dat sick but enjoy it lors=D. den sit at home and play pc. but now i kinda regret eating the medicine on an empty stomach. shudnt haf done dat x)). my bio got 78 lors~! so happy. wakakas. din expect it at alls. and my physics passed, which will make my mum VERY happy=)). oh yeahs, i miss weeling loads. did you see the testi she sent me? lols~! i love her loads too&gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14740889-112252274564940680?l=xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/112252274564940680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14740889&amp;postID=112252274564940680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112252274564940680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112252274564940680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-so-lonely.html' title='i&apos;m so lonely'/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14740889.post-112247163094813170</id><published>2005-07-27T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T10:01:33.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid blog&gt;.&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;stupid blog~! i wrote so much and it all disappeared! CRAPS (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14740889-112247163094813170?l=xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/feeds/112247163094813170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14740889&amp;postID=112247163094813170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112247163094813170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14740889/posts/default/112247163094813170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiiaoyyii.blogspot.com/2005/07/stupid-blog.html' title='stupid blog&gt;.&lt;'/><author><name>Katie ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__upPwfH5zys/TBT4kGJi3NI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Y-Wfo8udejk/S220/DSC08069-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
