<?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-37530186</id><updated>2012-02-08T03:29:51.008+08:00</updated><category term='the sun'/><category term='sentosa'/><category term='knee injury'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='cotton candy lipgloss'/><category term='dental checkup'/><category term='GST increase'/><category term='cherio'/><title type='text'>:D HAZEL</title><subtitle type='html'>get tangled up in me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>325</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-4916414498532809664</id><published>2008-05-23T22:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T09:29:30.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi</title><content type='html'>I MOVED&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-4916414498532809664?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/4916414498532809664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=4916414498532809664&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/4916414498532809664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/4916414498532809664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2008/05/moved.html' title='Hi'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-8040165300901264758</id><published>2008-04-05T21:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:46:57.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A gazillion years later</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R_eXr4DbvTI/AAAAAAAAAkM/XB1aypvZVBI/s1600-h/smiley.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185780275977370930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R_eXr4DbvTI/AAAAAAAAAkM/XB1aypvZVBI/s400/smiley.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oiiiii pregnant! (Don't care if you aren't)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Splendid, I tell you. I finally passed my Amath test! Imagine me hopping around the room, my eyes gleaming and me guffawing. I still can't get over it. Because simply, I'm mathematically challenged one. So you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning very cheena, everywhere I go I speak chineseeeee. I can't communicate to my friends in English anymore see now even my writing style is telling the world I'm cheena all the hor lor k jiayou jiu dui le ma whatthesiangjiao(whatthebanana)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dieeeeeeee, I tell you. I have been doing Chinese TYS like almost everyday so probably that's the problem:) Hahahha wait and see manz, once my chinese o's are over I'll speak profound English again. After all, I always believe I'm linguistically inclined. (besides the other day I went to watch the insightful literature film/play Becoming Jane, the one on Jane Austen) So you see. I'm going to make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to make it into Mass Communications @ Ngee Ann! Watch me mannnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No way I'm gonna screw my Mid years now that I'm doing 5day work week schedule, sometimes I work OT on Saturdays with no pay but it's alright mummsy gives me alot of monehhh when she sees me work but I spend it all on online-shopping. It's addictive and its sucking my soul. It's a terminal disease, I'm a shopaholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moneh :( $$$$ Nvm I will stop it now. I will eat less I will save moneh now! (FAT HOPE, I LOVE FOOD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthxbye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-8040165300901264758?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/8040165300901264758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=8040165300901264758&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/8040165300901264758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/8040165300901264758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2008/04/gazillion-years-later.html' title='A gazillion years later'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R_eXr4DbvTI/AAAAAAAAAkM/XB1aypvZVBI/s72-c/smiley.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-8285254697891420581</id><published>2008-03-14T19:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:46:58.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R9pm1vHaQOI/AAAAAAAAAjk/sFxnOxlEB2o/s1600-h/Perfume_by_pandafoot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177563794982453474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R9pm1vHaQOI/AAAAAAAAAjk/sFxnOxlEB2o/s320/Perfume_by_pandafoot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun was really beautiful this morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awoke to a wondrous morning today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bursting with joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you beautiful&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177569756397060354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R9psQvHaQQI/AAAAAAAAAj0/j0naxAEJRlk/s200/My_first_emoticon__D_by_elrey13194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R9pr6_HaQPI/AAAAAAAAAjs/0r4nkk8Oz2k/s1600-h/_D_Smiley_For_Msn_Messanger_by_awakeSS.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-8285254697891420581?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/8285254697891420581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=8285254697891420581&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/8285254697891420581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/8285254697891420581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2008/03/sunshine.html' title='Sunshine'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R9pm1vHaQOI/AAAAAAAAAjk/sFxnOxlEB2o/s72-c/Perfume_by_pandafoot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-4992400667099478319</id><published>2008-03-08T10:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T10:37:46.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TERM BREAKKKK IS HERE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NO HOLIDAY LESSONS; yes yes yesss!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Loveliest teachers in the world)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Seriously, it's only one week, but I think it feels like heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more thing: I'm legal for sex now that I'm 16! O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dirty talk (too much!) with 4/7 english people&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point is.&lt;br /&gt;I'M FINALLY SIXTEEEEEENNNN:D in the leap year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-4992400667099478319?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/4992400667099478319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=4992400667099478319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/4992400667099478319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/4992400667099478319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-know.html' title='You know'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-2557025425506236522</id><published>2008-03-02T18:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T19:39:18.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Sixteen is so sweetttt</title><content type='html'>Celebrated my birthday yesterday with everyone important to me:) Even though Abbie and Dorcas and Gabby couldn't make it, thanks for calling the night before ya? You guys owe me a meal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, the actual day is the 5th: YOU still have time to get me a present if you want to!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, I have &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IPOD NANO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Taahira! Now I got 2 NANAs! :D haha it's not the new short ugly nano, it's the long and slim one that is not out anymore already. It was bought 2 years ago by ben and he gave it to raymond, but he left it sitting on the shelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's obsolute(put it in a nicer way its: limited edition) already but everyone loves the&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; slim and tall 2GB nana&lt;/span&gt;, not the &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;fat and short 8GB banana(hahaha ugly font colour for banana)! ugly banana ugly ugly ugly!&lt;/span&gt; I don't care if you can put videos in it, banana is still ugly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my girls: june lizzie and jessie, thanks for coming&lt;br /&gt;I know recently I have been a little difficult&lt;br /&gt;please bear with me, I promise it will get better as times go by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooh my loveable cousins who brought/bought me all the stuffs i have requested:&lt;br /&gt;ice wine {sb's collection; '02, '04}&lt;br /&gt;champagne sparkling juice:)&lt;br /&gt;bailey's too!&lt;br /&gt;havaianas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ipodddd nano!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m)phosis coin pouch and tissue pouch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All these are just worldly possesions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I'm thankful for something even more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the love&lt;br /&gt;Thank God :) for all these people you have put in my life, every single one of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-2557025425506236522?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/2557025425506236522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=2557025425506236522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/2557025425506236522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/2557025425506236522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2008/03/sweet-sixteen-is-so-sweetttt.html' title='Sweet Sixteen is so sweetttt'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-7895053865736980816</id><published>2008-02-16T22:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:46:58.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R7w20PQ9-2I/AAAAAAAAAjE/q-KTIb-5ovU/s1600-h/fdc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169066743393287010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R7w20PQ9-2I/AAAAAAAAAjE/q-KTIb-5ovU/s200/fdc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{CHAMPIONS} click to enlarge, but we all look like crap=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Squad 10, Unity SS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*silence* takes a while for it to sink in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*screams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tears of joy, everyone wiping tears off their faces*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pause* emcee tries to continue speaking but....&lt;br /&gt;...2seconds later:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SCREAMSSSSSSS* row in front of S10 and row behind of S10 cover their ears in absolute horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Zach. Why you stoning?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ha. Ha. I'm in serious shock. Can't recover." *continues stoning*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last year of fdc(NFC) for us seniors,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;WEST DISTRICT CHAMPS :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top 8finalists!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UI WAS GREAT(thanks to shuying for sticking all of us 18 people inside her house, for us to iron and adjust our uniform, polishing of boots, ironing of beret.&lt;br /&gt;FORMATIONS WERE BEST TODAY(even though only today we got full squad. Yang Tinggi was the best we have ever ever done)&lt;br /&gt;Not a lot of birdshit today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though through the preparation of this event, we all have quarrelled, screamed bad things at each other out of anger, always being cheeky during training, cried in frustration for not getting the formations right, feel anxious cause we have never ever attained full squad before....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We made it.&lt;/strong&gt; luv urcy:) &lt;em&gt;every single one of you made it happen=)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-7895053865736980816?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/7895053865736980816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=7895053865736980816&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/7895053865736980816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/7895053865736980816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2008/02/s10.html' title='S10'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R7w20PQ9-2I/AAAAAAAAAjE/q-KTIb-5ovU/s72-c/fdc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-2870591744746041948</id><published>2008-02-14T20:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T20:40:20.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Did you know?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. (St.) Valentine's day is a holiday in the EU and in North America?&lt;br /&gt;2. There are up to 3(or 7) different individuals credited with the name of St. Valentine's; in accordance to the legend?&lt;br /&gt;3. Popular belief indicates that Valentine's farewell message to his love contained a closing that has now transcended time: "From Your Valentine." ?&lt;br /&gt;4. He had his head chopped off for helping marry off people who were in love?&lt;br /&gt;5. In Slovenia, a proverb says that "St. Valentine brings the keys of roots," so on February 14, plants and flowers start to grow?&lt;br /&gt;6. Know about "the night of the sevens" ?&lt;br /&gt;7. In Turkey, Valentine's Day is called Sevgililer Günü which translates into "Sweethearts' Day" ?&lt;br /&gt;8. Valentine's Day is mentioned ruefully by Ophelia in Hamlet (1600-01): "Tomorrow is Saint Valentine's Day." ?&lt;br /&gt;9. (did you read) Suzanne Tze's article in her weekly column Girl Talk, Monday's ST Life! "If you love her, everyday should be Valentine's day" ?&lt;br /&gt;10. Today, everywhere I went, I saw guys carrying teddybears, bouquets of roses(pink, red, ferreo rocher! -just like in the advertisement- whatever), i saw the florist tagging the price on the flowers.. which reads "6 SDG per stalk"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St Valentine's day is so overrated, so overcommercialised. Such a facade, that everyone forgets to love once this day is over. A stuffed toy's worth somehow skyrockets, even it has been made a 100 000 copies and placed on in a shelf in some gift shop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-2870591744746041948?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/2870591744746041948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=2870591744746041948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/2870591744746041948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/2870591744746041948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2008/02/red-roses.html' title='Red Roses'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-5395563492313606345</id><published>2008-02-04T22:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T22:15:26.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Queen</title><content type='html'>It's a bad habit.&lt;br /&gt;And I should rid of it. (Which includes forgetfulness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been late for anything and everything recently!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I realised when you have short hair, teachers don't care if the sides are a tad longer and over the collar. They don't even bother to ask you pin up your fringe.  And when you have neat hair, they don't really care how short is your skirt or how you talk to them, OR how you roll your eyes at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to Short Hair!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-5395563492313606345?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/5395563492313606345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=5395563492313606345&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/5395563492313606345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/5395563492313606345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2008/02/late-queen.html' title='Late Queen'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-5609247465001817300</id><published>2008-02-03T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T22:20:26.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sundays are happy days</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I Love Sundays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MCBC today: Day was spent with mount calvary people&lt;br /&gt;even though i had to wake up very early&lt;br /&gt;(didn't go LOCCW today)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting day&lt;br /&gt;Loved it&lt;br /&gt;don't mind the waking up early to go to church and stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;satisfaction and the contentment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love to melody&lt;br /&gt;and love to cherie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sch's up tomorrow, and fdc training.&lt;br /&gt;You know. I really need to get that formation right.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the only one who can't do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-5609247465001817300?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/5609247465001817300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=5609247465001817300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/5609247465001817300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/5609247465001817300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2008/02/sundays-are-happy-days.html' title='Sundays are happy days'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-5379452052360137593</id><published>2008-01-31T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T15:58:10.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>animal cruelty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you'd be shocked, after you watch this video&lt;/em&gt; :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.petatv.com/tvpopup/Prefs.asp?video=fur_farm" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.petatv.com/tvpopup/Prefs.asp?video=fur_farm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-5379452052360137593?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/5379452052360137593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=5379452052360137593&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/5379452052360137593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/5379452052360137593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2008/01/httpwww.html' title='animal cruelty'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-8099774559269390463</id><published>2008-01-13T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T19:19:07.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Lift My Hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;On Hiatus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; till i feel like coming to blog&lt;br /&gt;but there's nothing to blog about&lt;br /&gt;so i'm leaving this to die&lt;br /&gt;till i need it badly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the clock's crazy it's moving so slowly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-8099774559269390463?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/8099774559269390463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=8099774559269390463&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/8099774559269390463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/8099774559269390463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-lift-my-hands.html' title='I Lift My Hands'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-6140514956418793893</id><published>2008-01-10T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T20:11:16.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traditions</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling very weird inside me. And I'm starting to eat a lot now because food can make me happy(temporary) Tash is surprised by the random shit I do in class. Jessie knows I'm very sad, because she hasn't seen me being so noisy for a very long time, and all I'm talking is nonsense and still bubshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoarding again!!!! I'm keeping junk in my room again, receipts and weird stuff like shoeboxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going home today was so awkward, I was the 5th wheel. &lt;strong&gt;FIFTH&lt;/strong&gt; WHEEL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speech tomorrow, and I hope it rains so I can hide in the G.O and speak through the damn lousy PA system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-6140514956418793893?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/6140514956418793893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=6140514956418793893&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/6140514956418793893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/6140514956418793893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2008/01/traditions.html' title='Traditions'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-5526888976586784343</id><published>2008-01-08T17:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T17:28:09.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no particular title</title><content type='html'>i wish i don't feel so "off" everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I have no enthusiasm for anything and everything. There is nothing to anticipate or look forward to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a tedious routine for me every morning i wake up, don't ask why, but i'm struggling and still struggling. 4/7 english people are very very nice and jaysree is like "tell me a joke" and she will do something silly just to make you smile. (i'm really just sad and i have a good reason for it, so don't associate me with "emos")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ha, and my horoscope said that 08 will be a good year for me! lameshit, it lied.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think mrs ong is very very cute, very motherly and our new form teacher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-5526888976586784343?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/5526888976586784343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=5526888976586784343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/5526888976586784343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/5526888976586784343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-particular-title_08.html' title='no particular title'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-5095834949232534259</id><published>2008-01-08T07:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T07:42:28.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday</title><content type='html'>"they cancelled your presentation"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( "so evilllll, don't sad, teacher put new time slot for you guys new week ok?" then mrs chew hugged me =/ LOL like so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously that kind of spoilt my whole day, like i tried so hard to stop myself from hyperventilating and keep myself calm and stuff and they cancelled my presentation!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like someone even did a loud long whoop when they heard their assembly was shorten. =/ I won't do whoops if i hear some cancelling of presenations anymore because i know the emcee will be really really really upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nubshit? it takes a lot of courage to  stand up there and talk without a script.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's the start of a long dragging tuesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-5095834949232534259?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/5095834949232534259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=5095834949232534259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/5095834949232534259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/5095834949232534259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2008/01/yesterday.html' title='yesterday'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-1610896013145182207</id><published>2008-01-06T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:46:58.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>retail therapy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R4DcVL4JkaI/AAAAAAAAAi8/M0xnOtLBExw/s1600-h/CA01209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152360230235509154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R4DcVL4JkaI/AAAAAAAAAi8/M0xnOtLBExw/s200/CA01209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget-me-nots(: pretty huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND: violet;color:#330033;" &gt;vintage sundresses, basics, slogan tees, vintage floats(lovelovelove), ballet heels!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND: gray;color:#ffff99;" &gt;&lt;$150 just in 4hours!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; =x all very very very piao liang:)&lt;br /&gt;Am dead beat, am suffering from sensory overload: people crowd; aftermath of shopping too much. had math tuition in the morning, standard deviation..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm hoping sch won't be so hard on me tomorrow(fat hope: hello,I'm like emcee for tmr's afternoon assembly; did i mention the sch mike sucks? I'm thinking of wearing ear plugs cause i stutter when i can hear the echos, the wonders of sound travel and physics. oh and guess what i haven't done my english commentary essay on current affairs, and too the rc meeting after sch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need the sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-1610896013145182207?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/1610896013145182207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=1610896013145182207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/1610896013145182207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/1610896013145182207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2008/01/retail-therapy.html' title='retail therapy'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R4DcVL4JkaI/AAAAAAAAAi8/M0xnOtLBExw/s72-c/CA01209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-5197934104843197797</id><published>2008-01-06T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T10:37:10.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no particular title</title><content type='html'>no LOC today.&lt;br /&gt;cause i'm having math tuition on sunday mornings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-5197934104843197797?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/5197934104843197797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=5197934104843197797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/5197934104843197797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/5197934104843197797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-particular-title_06.html' title='no particular title'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-7217960406662329437</id><published>2008-01-05T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T22:37:32.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Kindergarden Big Bully</title><content type='html'>He celebrated his birthday today. (actual day is the 7th)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CP aka My Kindergarden Big Bully. (big as in literally)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That fellow who scared me about sch when I was a pre sch kid while we were on the sch bus, and he loved kicking me under the table in pre sch class and snatching my stuffs away from me or pulling my ponytail..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank God i didn't go to the same primary school as him =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BIG SIZED!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixteen makes him speak like some weird geek who's very scared of the o's.&lt;br /&gt;So far from the guy who really enjoyed seeing me in pain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the biggest slice of his birthday cake!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You'll never turn fat so have more chocolate and cake" *grins*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-7217960406662329437?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/7217960406662329437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=7217960406662329437&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/7217960406662329437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/7217960406662329437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-kindergarden-big-bully.html' title='My Kindergarden Big Bully'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-2142872894941658389</id><published>2008-01-04T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T22:01:56.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost for words</title><content type='html'>recently i can't seem to write correct english or phrase my words properly so now i sound very broken and my sentence structure sucks a lot and i speak a lot of insensitive shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in a wreck after been to china. &lt;em&gt;pardon me, like seriously.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29 recruits for rc&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-2142872894941658389?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-5546822151074520317</id><published>2008-01-03T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:46:59.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Join RC!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R3zb-r4JkYI/AAAAAAAAAis/1gFQvSYAM_A/s1600-h/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151233943781609858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R3zb-r4JkYI/AAAAAAAAAis/1gFQvSYAM_A/s200/Picture1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOIN REDCROSS!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; If you're too old to be a cadet, go be an instructor!!!!(you don't have to be pure blood rc!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Am dead beat, school's giving me a lot of share on public speaking(like do i care), now i have to do current affairs talk on next or next next friday's morning assembly infront of the entire student body, and also my emcee thing on monday afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-5546822151074520317?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/5546822151074520317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=5546822151074520317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/5546822151074520317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/5546822151074520317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2008/01/nostalgia.html' title='Join RC!'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R3zb-r4JkYI/AAAAAAAAAis/1gFQvSYAM_A/s72-c/Picture1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-5160639489168093432</id><published>2008-01-03T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:00.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>joke of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R3yznb4JkPI/AAAAAAAAAhk/lljX1ea8lLE/s1600-h/IMG_0751[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151189563884540146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R3yznb4JkPI/AAAAAAAAAhk/lljX1ea8lLE/s320/IMG_0751%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in Chem, I was playing with that thing on my fingers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"hazel, you're not in primary school!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*loud laughter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;overdue pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R3y0hb4JkQI/AAAAAAAAAhs/GrfNohfXDOA/s1600-h/IMG_0195[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151190560316952834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R3y0hb4JkQI/AAAAAAAAAhs/GrfNohfXDOA/s320/IMG_0195%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R3y0hb4JkRI/AAAAAAAAAh0/r1_vAInLZCg/s1600-h/IMG_0196[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151190560316952850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R3y0hb4JkRI/AAAAAAAAAh0/r1_vAInLZCg/s320/IMG_0196%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R3y0hr4JkSI/AAAAAAAAAh8/a7z0OgJEZqU/s1600-h/IMG_0197[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151190564611920162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R3y0hr4JkSI/AAAAAAAAAh8/a7z0OgJEZqU/s320/IMG_0197%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R3y0h74JkTI/AAAAAAAAAiE/3tHWt95xZrA/s1600-h/IMG_0740[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151190568906887474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R3y0h74JkTI/AAAAAAAAAiE/3tHWt95xZrA/s320/IMG_0740%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R3y0h74JkUI/AAAAAAAAAiM/VlAKhI6pEQQ/s1600-h/IMG_0741[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151190568906887490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R3y0h74JkUI/AAAAAAAAAiM/VlAKhI6pEQQ/s320/IMG_0741%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R3y02b4JkVI/AAAAAAAAAiU/k3jzqMbikVQ/s1600-h/IMG_0748[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151190921094205778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R3y02b4JkVI/AAAAAAAAAiU/k3jzqMbikVQ/s320/IMG_0748%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R3y1QL4JkWI/AAAAAAAAAic/Oe07gl2jQyU/s1600-h/IMG_0088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151191363475837282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R3y1QL4JkWI/AAAAAAAAAic/Oe07gl2jQyU/s320/IMG_0088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-5160639489168093432?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/5160639489168093432/comments/default' title='Post 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-8313843518020604461</id><published>2008-01-02T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:01.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no particular title</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R3uNlb4JkLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/NRUjDgZodj0/s1600-h/IMG_0133[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150866273106235570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R3uNlb4JkLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/NRUjDgZodj0/s320/IMG_0133%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to sch together today, was late for assembly, we stepped into sch and the 2nd bell rang =x I'm so tired:( sch's scary, and we are not having math for the whole week(3 days but it's enough already)! Mr chia is getting married and going on 2 day leave! :D Yayz free periods to do work:) lessons are crap with tash and taahira and bryan lee and sufyan =) all kind of bubshit talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went for rc meeting late cause had to ask ms lim to vet my emcee script, then sat in for less than half an hour then we went out to play fireworks(yes, in the day, some lameshit). finally got the cca openhouse thing done and i just did the fliers:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R3uOsb4JkMI/AAAAAAAAAhM/5fo6sDtqpVo/s1600-h/DSC00339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150867492876947650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R3uOsb4JkMI/AAAAAAAAAhM/5fo6sDtqpVo/s320/DSC00339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;anyway, just as i came online these two people came and talk to me to ask me about my day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R3uPRr4JkNI/AAAAAAAAAhU/UdVt-nkvFLY/s1600-h/1_978566021m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150868132827074770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R3uPRr4JkNI/AAAAAAAAAhU/UdVt-nkvFLY/s320/1_978566021m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;one of them is on my msn dp now! :D LOL thanks for making my days much more easier:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys light up my day, it's not so dark now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-8313843518020604461?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/8313843518020604461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=8313843518020604461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/8313843518020604461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/8313843518020604461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-particular-title.html' title='no particular title'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R3uNlb4JkLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/NRUjDgZodj0/s72-c/IMG_0133%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-3532438343732228498</id><published>2008-01-01T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:03.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pics from ytd (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R3ohLL4JkGI/AAAAAAAAAgc/Q1sdnKoTLSA/s1600-h/004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150465599902158946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R3ohLL4JkGI/AAAAAAAAAgc/Q1sdnKoTLSA/s320/004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R3ofcr4JkCI/AAAAAAAAAf8/2NSsNRt9gE4/s1600-h/005-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150463701526614050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R3ofcr4JkCI/AAAAAAAAAf8/2NSsNRt9gE4/s320/005-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R3ofc74JkDI/AAAAAAAAAgE/Vte6ooY8YHs/s1600-h/010-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150463705821581362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R3ofc74JkDI/AAAAAAAAAgE/Vte6ooY8YHs/s320/010-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R3ofdL4JkEI/AAAAAAAAAgM/1PX2zWrUqyg/s1600-h/011-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150463710116548674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R3ofdL4JkEI/AAAAAAAAAgM/1PX2zWrUqyg/s320/011-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R3ofdL4JkFI/AAAAAAAAAgU/ALYwkQ-q7CE/s1600-h/015-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150463710116548690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R3ofdL4JkFI/AAAAAAAAAgU/ALYwkQ-q7CE/s320/015-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R3ohLb4JkHI/AAAAAAAAAgk/BKu2fEcpVpc/s1600-h/001-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150465604197126258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R3ohLb4JkHI/AAAAAAAAAgk/BKu2fEcpVpc/s320/001-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R3omjr4JkII/AAAAAAAAAgs/igGu9JrkMms/s1600-h/012-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150471518367092866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R3omjr4JkII/AAAAAAAAAgs/igGu9JrkMms/s320/012-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;just like when we were in qingdao huh? mwahhhhh all of them (: we are going sch together tomorrow!!!!! we all live in the same area now! makes me feel better about the whole school thing =) anyway i'm a good kid cause i did amath in the morning today:) my tuition teacher must be so super proud of me, lol. I'm proud of myself(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-3532438343732228498?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/3532438343732228498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=3532438343732228498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/3532438343732228498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/3532438343732228498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2008/01/pics-from-ytd.html' title='pics from ytd (:'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R3ohLL4JkGI/AAAAAAAAAgc/Q1sdnKoTLSA/s72-c/004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-6406697517147024933</id><published>2008-01-01T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T10:32:56.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trapped in time</title><content type='html'>how amazing love is. (this is friggin' cheesy but please do ignore me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how a new year is gonna start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was kind of hoping the system in us would kind of shutdown and restart like how computers do&lt;br /&gt;but it's like everything is refreshing, the diary's date starts all over again from o1o1 and the calendars and organisers need to be changed, but everything inside of us still stays the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I still have my red braces on me =/ i was kind of praying(foolishly) that since a new year starts maybe i will wake up and find my braces gone from my mouth and instead will have white pretty straight teeth. (ha, fat hope i have to still wear them to prom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'd feel bitter about the whole new year because you are kind of stuck in time or sometime. Mental Image: It's like a whole heavy baggade following behind painfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's more:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like how dear lizzie puts it, "AHHHHHHHH O lvls are coming!!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-6406697517147024933?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/6406697517147024933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=6406697517147024933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/6406697517147024933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/6406697517147024933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2008/01/trapped-in-time.html' title='Trapped in time'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-1497103262275998031</id><published>2008-01-01T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T00:30:11.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;kind of pathetic since i'm sitting infront of a computer now =/ vivo city looks very interesting from my tube set, everybody looks happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposingly I'm to be at lizzie's house for countdown but i had to come home =/ but nevermind, thanks for cheering me up darlings:) loved taking pictures with you girls and definitely yes, thanks for making me feel beautiful and happy, i appreciate it a lot:) and please put up the photos soon. Thanks Sam(lizzie's brother) for helping us take pictures and being a nice host:) Thanks lizzie for your Christmas present, thanks jessie for yours as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Oh lizzie i love your yellow basic zara top:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherio surprised me just now when I was on bus 700 home. She called from aussie to wish me happy new year! thank you dear, very very sweet of you :) I missed you much and it's kind of funny to hear you talking in accent naturally. But it's cool very very englishhhh. I sounded very singaporeanish =/ lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of buses, I took so many today. From bp down to ps, then from ps to ecp for in line skating with hui, then joined loc people for a while and then left without saying bye cause i was in a hurry. I felt lost =/ because i dunno how to get back to bp then i was feeling like crap cause this is one of the times I have no one to help me navigate the area and i was alone cause i was the only one who have to leave early. i called wirda in some hope she knows how to get back to bp area but she didn't know how to also =/ hui sent me up bus 16 and then instructed me to alight at dhoby guat, I sulked allll the way in the bus till I got off and got on bus 700 =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isn't that nice to feel lost you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I finally got to cashew I was giving shit faces cause again it was very dark and i had to walk such a long way to lizzie's house, and the area is very remote, even though the houses are big and beautiful, no lights were on, thank God I knew my way around bp if not I will feel even more like crap =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new year resolutions:&lt;br /&gt;-get A for at least one math test&lt;br /&gt;-i must &lt;em&gt;not lie to people&lt;/em&gt;(i'm a big big liar last year)&lt;br /&gt;-i have to eat vegetables&lt;br /&gt;-get a new haircut&lt;br /&gt;-i must learn how to navigate places on my own(so i won't feel like crap anymore)&lt;br /&gt;-i have to study and really study&lt;br /&gt;-be nicer to people around me! for example, my cadets =x and mr kn(must stop arguing with him)&lt;br /&gt;-i must stop watching iswak 2 and heroes season3(when it comes out) or any other drama serial either on the computer or the tube.&lt;br /&gt;-I must not baff over my chemistry book if I open it or have any mental image of baffing over my chem book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;can't think of anything else for now :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, Goodnight world, it's 2008, sleep happy. VIVO is still very very high as I can see from my tube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to bed cause i haven't gotten over the aftermath of being lost or maybe feeling lost. (I still complain a lot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;spread love!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;the irony&lt;br /&gt;it's so overwhelming, overpowering&lt;br /&gt;i have no choice but to take it as it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-1497103262275998031?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/1497103262275998031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=1497103262275998031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/1497103262275998031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/1497103262275998031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008.html' title='2008'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-2325499995766375723</id><published>2007-12-31T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T11:05:06.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no particular title</title><content type='html'>Today is the last day of Y2008. My second last day of fun :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have so much to do everyday for the past few weeks, keeping myself occupied calms me alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lizzie invited me to her house for housewarming and countdown and bbq. before that i'm heading down to east coast(very far =/) to have fun with loc people! hmmm perhaps if hui's friend is going then i can get a ride from him to and fro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great to have someone driving you around everywhere sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahaha it's good to know someone who has a car and knows how to drive =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna take alot of pics today hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-2325499995766375723?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/2325499995766375723/comments/default' title='Post 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late</title><content type='html'>just got back from LOC, now at bin's house doing my emcee script (june played me out, was supposed to do together =/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling some sort of satisfaction.. am glad that i made the last minute decision late last night to go today:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;as i saw that car driving away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-19511411503885860?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/19511411503885860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=19511411503885860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-5689333205945380669</id><published>2007-12-29T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:03.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ISWAK 2(TKA)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R3YrCL4JkBI/AAAAAAAAAf0/BglQPFRkNas/s1600-h/1143994530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149350540492771346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R3YrCL4JkBI/AAAAAAAAAf0/BglQPFRkNas/s400/1143994530.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;A lot of luv!!!!!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-5689333205945380669?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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What's more it bleeds(alot) occasionally and I have to help him wipe the oozing of the blood out of his butthole. And the doc instructed me to stick my finger into his butt to squeeze his butt gland so that the gland won't explode and his butt won't rot more =X lol I refuse to do it =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday had &lt;strong&gt;8hours&lt;/strong&gt; of FDC training :) friggin' funny, like all of them suggested 8hours of training, then by the 5th hour all gasping for air and their brains died. Listened to Final Countdown so many times that it keeps playing in my head =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Ms lim while checking out whether the formations fit the song or not and she was asking me for my emcee script which I have... not done yet and the assembly is next week. =X The school has put up pics of us in qingdao and they are friggin' evil because all the pics we look pretty ugly. But read the newspapers they have brought back because they are full of praise for the bunch of us :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After training we went yew tee mac and pretended we were at luo zhixiang's concert and tried irritating the ncc who were sitting next to us and having meeting =X lol we sang awfully loud and waved our hands in the air and ate &lt;em&gt;yellow substance&lt;/em&gt;(in case you're wondering, that's the cup corn. private joke about corn not being able to digest so it's called yellow substance by all urcy seniors) and apple pie.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I have done crazy things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I READ HUI'S BLOG AND REALISED THAT ISWAK 2 IS ALREADY OUT ON YOUTUBE!!! hahahaha yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh the OST so cute :) LOL and jiang zhi shu cut his hair! yay i'm going to watch now =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-336240162130332111?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/336240162130332111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=336240162130332111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/336240162130332111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/336240162130332111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/12/you-got-to-aim-high-shoot-low-baby.html' title='You got to aim high, shoot low baby'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-1789755613804830279</id><published>2007-12-27T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T19:52:56.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 more days</title><content type='html'>Thanks bin for asking me out today! Thanks for the ramen sinong, and thanks for entertaining me you both! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 more days till sch starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm disappointed. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Should I let you fall?&lt;br /&gt;Lose it all?&lt;br /&gt;So maybe you can remember yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Can't keep believing,&lt;br /&gt;We're only deceiving ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sick of the lie,&lt;br /&gt;And you're too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;callmewhenyou'resober- evanescence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-1789755613804830279?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/1789755613804830279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=1789755613804830279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/1789755613804830279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/1789755613804830279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/12/6-more-days.html' title='6 more days'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-1019002009824827071</id><published>2007-12-26T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T17:32:17.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ooh darling cause you'll always be my baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/w3PQfS25vF/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/w3PQfS25vF/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;love this song:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;corny but i love corny cheesy love songs:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-1019002009824827071?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/1019002009824827071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=1019002009824827071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/1019002009824827071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/1019002009824827071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/12/ooh-darlin-cause-youll-always-be-my.html' title='ooh darling cause you&apos;ll always be my baby'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-5317835292958611091</id><published>2007-12-26T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T19:27:28.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no particular title</title><content type='html'>Love K-ing with hui and gh and jusze. BIN WHY YOU NEVER COME? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUO ZHIXIANG ROCKSSSSSSS but gh dun like him =/ lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ni shuo wo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bi jiao xiang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ni de &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hao peng youuuu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went strolling in orchard from kino in taka to borders in wheelock cause gh will look like a loser if he walks around alone(like he just fallen out of love or something and he is forever frowning!) So all we did was stare at books and still books and books. But never mind, books are nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway then the&lt;em&gt; fifty&lt;/em&gt;(hehehe opps opps) and gh look like they are walking corpses because of lack of sleep so we had to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching xiaozhu on the tv now =) Alot of luv!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like watching some romance movie =/ i have lakehouse but i refuse to watch it. nevermind i shall just watch lovely xiaozhu&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH AND ISWAK 2 IS OUT!!!!!!!!!!!! :D BIG LUV! my jiang zhi shuuuuu&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;somehow i still feel sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;pfft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;why the hell am i living like this?&lt;br /&gt;go ahead and pretend i'm dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-5317835292958611091?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/5317835292958611091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=5317835292958611091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/5317835292958611091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/5317835292958611091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/12/no-particular-title_26.html' title='no particular title'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-2834673155323257767</id><published>2007-12-25T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T21:12:51.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Analogy</title><content type='html'>There are 2 books on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both books' content are ok, nothing wrong, nothing that's flawed or ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you just like one better than the other. Why? because you just like it, if you don't, you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even if you don't like the book, do you know how much effort the author puts in? he may be trying hard, while writing his book, he could have been struggling, to make his book a great hit in the bookstore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes it isn't just what it appears to you, the effort behind something, is what truly matters. Do not be quick to judge people, or be quick to point out their flaws, they could be trying, trying their best.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;u'll never know how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't pretend i didn't&lt;br /&gt;but one thing for sure&lt;br /&gt;I don't even remember what i have taken in&lt;br /&gt;so why the pain&lt;br /&gt;i'm appalled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's the season of giving&lt;br /&gt;I'm praying very very hard&lt;br /&gt;they say they do hear You&lt;br /&gt;Show me that You are really here&lt;br /&gt;Intangible, but real&lt;br /&gt;I need a miracle&lt;br /&gt;Can You hear me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-2834673155323257767?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/2834673155323257767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=2834673155323257767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/2834673155323257767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/2834673155323257767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/12/analogy.html' title='Analogy'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-2143316269401407026</id><published>2007-12-25T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:03.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it Linger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R3DoBL4Jj_I/AAAAAAAAAfk/aT8ghJZ63Ls/s1600-h/DSC00086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147869481150287858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R3DoBL4Jj_I/AAAAAAAAAfk/aT8ghJZ63Ls/s200/DSC00086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(weird habit of mine, to use 2 straws to drink)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm looking for a place to hide&lt;br /&gt;To curl up into a ball&lt;br /&gt;How to put it in words&lt;br /&gt;but maybe all I have to do&lt;br /&gt;Is let it Linger&lt;br /&gt;Linger for a little longer&lt;br /&gt;Fade away, and be gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christmas Today&lt;/em&gt;, reminds me of a symphony that sounds pretty nice&lt;br /&gt;In fact I like it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/uaGRPNV8yX/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/uaGRPNV8yX/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas seems cold this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is such a over commercialised occasion, so popular, that a lot of people don't know why they celebrate Christmas. So this is my 1st Christmas, for I finally(after all these years) know how Christmas comes about :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I were to do it all over again,&lt;br /&gt;I would still do it this way&lt;br /&gt;because the heavy drops that are falling&lt;br /&gt;they are warm tears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/0djemoHpPj/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/0djemoHpPj/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ain't nobody to make it right&lt;br /&gt;Cause we couldn't seem to find a way&lt;br /&gt;For Love to Stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had another night to give&lt;br /&gt;I'd have another night to live&lt;br /&gt;but you're never gonna see me&lt;br /&gt;Cry the Last Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it cloudy where you're tonight?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/gP0e-vbVOa/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/gP0e-vbVOa/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Didn't think I turn around and say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to apolgise&lt;br /&gt;I said it's too late&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R3Di-b4Jj4I/AAAAAAAAAes/HLbh4xOmxso/s1600-h/I_am_legend_teaser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147863936347508610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R3Di-b4Jj4I/AAAAAAAAAes/HLbh4xOmxso/s320/I_am_legend_teaser.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to catch this with June and Kn. I was very sad when Samantha the dog died :( Shes so lovely :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R3DlxL4Jj8I/AAAAAAAAAfM/c0-Dlss2oVM/s1600-h/willsmithandsam.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147867007249125314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R3DlxL4Jj8I/AAAAAAAAAfM/c0-Dlss2oVM/s320/willsmithandsam.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will smith is the bomb(like literally)... opps, samantha's the star here =) cute right? yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you june for your present! it's the only present i received so far..hmm... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;these days are to be filled with love!&lt;br /&gt;give love give love!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dunno if u'll see this but HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, GARY TAN CK. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-2143316269401407026?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/2143316269401407026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=2143316269401407026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/2143316269401407026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/2143316269401407026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/12/let-it-linger.html' title='Let it Linger'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R3DoBL4Jj_I/AAAAAAAAAfk/aT8ghJZ63Ls/s72-c/DSC00086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-834262390588461054</id><published>2007-12-24T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T15:34:12.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmas Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I put his picture down and maybe get some sleep tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;taylor swift: teardrops on my guitar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just received a very very sweet message from dearest mel! Thank you I love you and Merry Xmas :D &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cry on my shoulders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is a song from me to you too =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like singing Christmas Carols :D&lt;br /&gt;and also&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; S Club 7- Perfect Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love love love love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;give&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;to everyone around you!&lt;/span&gt; it's a happy day! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-834262390588461054?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/834262390588461054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=834262390588461054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/834262390588461054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/834262390588461054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/12/xmas-eve.html' title='Xmas Eve'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-1726279900558150095</id><published>2007-12-23T08:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T08:47:07.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All that dream talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;ri you suo si, ye you suo meng.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think about it in the day, you dream about it at night. (lol direct translation, but it sounds right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are just what you think about just too much in the day. Deja vus are even scarier! because you can't remember you dreamt about it then suddenly it just happens infront of you. (i mean mine is always coming true and i dun like it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm starting to learn how to put heavy stuff on my mind down. The less I think it is of its importance, the easier I can let go of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't give up halfway again! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to church in another..... 1 more hour! bin never go i guess =/ watch soccer till late late oh! lol but bin, thanks for entertaining me with your soccer rivalry match talk and your devil wears prada movie talk :) pretty funny to see you going like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bin: GOALLLLLLLLLL GOALLLLLLLLLL~~~~&lt;br /&gt;*bin has just sent a nudge*&lt;br /&gt;bin: GOALLLLL&lt;br /&gt;*bin has just sent a nudge*&lt;br /&gt;bin: wah f***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bin: wah, the girl turn bad ah?&lt;br /&gt;bin: go for brands and forget boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;bin: eh in the end dun have leh&lt;br /&gt;bin: why angmohs like to drink starbucks so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL OK BYE :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-1726279900558150095?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/1726279900558150095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=1726279900558150095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/1726279900558150095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/1726279900558150095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/12/all-that-dream-talk.html' title='All that dream talk'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-5051352408536717104</id><published>2007-12-22T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T22:02:37.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/ANSGtAe3m2/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/ANSGtAe3m2/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's raining raining, oh baby it's raining raining"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's the rain that's been causing all the nostalgia and nutness in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hazel: says:&lt;br /&gt;i mean&lt;br /&gt;hazel: says:&lt;br /&gt;there are some friends that will always reach your mind first&lt;br /&gt;hazel: says:&lt;br /&gt;there are some friends that you can look for when you find that those in the front of the list are not there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Wirda: says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;Wirda: says:&lt;br /&gt;okay, hazel. you made your point, you're bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I have been looking into courses that I may find myself in after the O's. NO JCs, I WILL DIE FROM STRESS :D and i will grow fat cause if i'm stress i take a lot of calbury chocos:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----all info taken from np's web----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mass Communication (this is so language!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The programme combines studies and applications while concentrating on the development of teamwork, organisational ability and the creative potential of students. In preparing for a wide range of careers in mass media and related areas, students will take foundation modules in the first two years to develop the essential knowledge, skills and training in all mass communication areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final-year students can pursue their passions by opting for electives in specific areas such as television production, radio production, journalism, public relations, advertising and multimedia applications. In the final semester, students can either undertake an industry-based project, or go on a six-month industrial attachment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduates can secure entry-level professional positions in fields such as advertising, broadcast and print journalism, marketing communications, multimedia, public relations, radio and television production, research applications and scriptwriting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The majority of MCM graduates have joined the industry as Print Journalists, Public Relations Specialists, Radio Programme Producers/Presenters, Television Producers/Assistant Directors, Audio Visual Programmers, Junior Advertising Art Directors, Media Researchers, Broadcast Journalists, Actors/Actresses, Magazine Writers, Programme Hosts, Project Development Officers, Marketing Communications Officers, Multimedia Programmers, Communications Teachers, Sales Managers and Public Education Officers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psychology and Community Services&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PCS offers a strong emphasis on psychological theories and developments. You will be grounded in the fundamental and different aspects of psychology – lifespan psychology, social psychology, health psychology and biopsychology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately upon graduation, you can be a welfare and rehabilitation officer, an assistant in psychometric testing centres or a voluntary welfare organisation programme and community development executive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Early Childhood Education(KIDDYS! YAY)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Students are taught child development, child health and nutrition, curriculum design and assessment. They will also gain an awareness of the development and education of children with special needs. In addition to teaching skills, the course also prepares students with the necessary management and leadership to run and manage an early childhood programme. &lt;br /&gt;Right from Year 1, students are placed on weekly attachments to childcare centres and kindergartens to work with young children alongside experienced teachers. (Field practicums are academically assessed and will not be remunerated.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the final year, students will be required to complete an Independent Education Project to develop a programme or product such as a Math headstart programme for under-privileged children or a game set to teach a language.&lt;br /&gt;Currently, a centre supervisor or principal is required to hold a diploma in leadership in addition to a teaching diploma.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ECH graduates will start their career as early childhood educators and may proceed to become leaders or managers of early childhood centres. They can also advance to work as trained professionals in various agencies that offer services for children and families. Other job opportunities include publishing, designing and marketing IT educational software for the childcare industry.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nursing  (=/ do i want to be pure blood rc person? lol but its quite cool cause you GET PAID TO STUDY!!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nursing, as a globally respected profession, has expanded beyond its traditional scope of work. In addition to regular nursing modules, you will learn about life sciences and the latest developments in biomedical sciences such as cell and molecular biology, clinical trials and drug discovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will undergo a total of 45 weeks of clinical attachment throughout your three-year course. You may obtain a hospital sponsorship and enjoy a monthly allowance of between $850 and $950.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----info from SP's web----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Interior Designing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Students are trained in computer-aided documentation and presentation using CADD software throughout the course as well as basic manual drawing and sketching skills in the first year. Students learn theory of design and technology to develop their creative and critical thinking skills in a project. The practice-oriented environment inculcates in them the ability to be independent workers as well as team players in an interior design practice. General elective modules are also incorporated into the programme so that the training is broad-based to ensure that our graduates are versatile for the knowledge-based economy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Digital Media&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;specialising in: Interactive Applications Option &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be equipped with broad-based knowledge in the development of multimedia and Web-based applications. &lt;br /&gt;-trained in technology centres and studios that are equipped with state-of-the-art software for creating a wide variety of media such as sound effects, music, 2D and 3D computer graphics. &lt;br /&gt;-taught technologies to support multimedia production given insights into how to design applications such as computer games and edutainment products (the blending of education with entertainment such as CD-ROM storybooks and encyclopaedia) &lt;br /&gt;-given opportunities to integrate both your artistic and technical expertise, which includes drawing, design skills, and programming &lt;br /&gt;-attached to a reputable organisation during the industrial training programme to gain first-hand industrial experience&lt;br /&gt;-provided with opportunities to participate in competitions and showcases. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:) lol i'm gonna work extra hard!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-5051352408536717104?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/5051352408536717104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=5051352408536717104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/5051352408536717104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/5051352408536717104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/12/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-619104541035210016</id><published>2007-12-21T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T14:30:32.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The complexity of it all</title><content type='html'>Few more days to Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Few more days to 31 december.&lt;br /&gt;Few more days to 1 Jan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Christmas comes, what will Santa give me this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like its a tradition for me to fall sick on Christmas. It's very sad because it's supposed to be a happy occasion when you express thanks and give love to everyone around you. And you expect to eat a lot of foodddd also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a joyful occasion is nearing(4 more days) but I'm not in the best of health, not in the best of mood. I thought I'd be happier this year during Christmas, but it seems like I suffer the same fate as last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year closing marks the end of my slack days. No more procrastinating, no more putting my life on the hold for anybody for that matter, no more cca-ing too much, no more wasting precious time on the telly, no more sleeping early every night without finishing my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it too late for me to start. I have so much to catch up on. On studies, on extra activites or new responsibilities, on my social life, on my emotions and feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things to let go of, so many things that I have to carry on my shoulders. Or maybe I give myself too many burdens to take care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the year closing, because it's really sad that time flies so fast. Probably its also because of the mental prospect of another door and chapter of my life closing, so many things I have missed out on, so many opportunities i have let slip of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still it's the same thing every year, one door closes, another opens in extremely blinding bright light, that you can't see where you're heading for. It scares me and I don't like to brave through it alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Time always has a way of taking back everything you thought you had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has been extremely tiring for me, i'm mentally very much drained and now i cant find myself back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bond with my girls has so far grown stronger, and deeper. I'm glad that they have been supporting me once again through this year even though there are many things that they have missed out on in my life, but I find no point to tell them. I have not many friends who stay long enough to be with me, but I'm lucky, cause those who are here with me are those who are true to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While others unknowingly, label me as "LAST ON THE (FRIENDS)LIST" it's very sad, but I always console and tell myself at least I'm still on "the list"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The passion for my CCA is really fading..I do not know why is that so, or maybe I have put it on hold/pushed it away so many times to make way for other things that I have lost interest in it. Or maybe because of me feeling disappointed with everything in it. However it is only the MISC events like PRCL that made me feel like I'm in something I really love, interacting with kids and all those community work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through RC it brought back mel to the unit to help us more, and through that I have known her better as a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After LOC evangelistic service last night, the preach by Sinong I realised that I'm a very ugly person deep in me. I may appear nice and all, but it's all an act. I'm selective of the people I'm nice to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I envy people, I envy happy people a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt more this year, that some things that are not meant to be mine, I should not touch them as eventually I'd be the only one getting hurt. I had enough of touching the kettle when I know it's hot and getting scalded over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot allow any distractions to disrupt my life next year, and I'm determined to fight all obstacles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanksgiving is a good time to say i love you to the people you love, seek forgiveness, seek to love and change.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many can tell from this post, what i'm feeling right now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-619104541035210016?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/619104541035210016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=619104541035210016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/619104541035210016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/619104541035210016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/12/complexity-of-it-all.html' title='The complexity of it all'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-8851451807240498025</id><published>2007-12-21T09:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T10:01:32.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need some help here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday I went to LOC for service during their camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinong's camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was then I realised that I'm such a ugly person inside of me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really really really need some aid here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-8851451807240498025?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/8851451807240498025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=8851451807240498025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/8851451807240498025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/8851451807240498025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-am-i.html' title='What am I?'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-7883707095335600307</id><published>2007-12-19T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T16:54:28.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>retro</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;retro music is love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot of saxophone + trumpet playing in the background, friggin sexy yay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think this is very very cute:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/U7EE43osZ4/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/U7EE43osZ4/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i let mel hear this but mel said the girl version better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/USrkBzF7uq/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/USrkBzF7uq/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I found out Mandy Moore who sang CRY (which is very sad), sings retro too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/lY22aIkKr2/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/lY22aIkKr2/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i think the best was our ncos' retro dance song :) feeling like dancing everytime i hear this :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/g-sGqOvM3n/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/g-sGqOvM3n/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't find the full version so only have 30seconds, but this is good also:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/VI221jz6lF/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/VI221jz6lF/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-7883707095335600307?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/7883707095335600307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=7883707095335600307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/7883707095335600307'/><link 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value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/nT5r5ZkB8X/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-1902649940026938100?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/1902649940026938100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=1902649940026938100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/1902649940026938100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/1902649940026938100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/12/officially-missing-you.html' title='Officially Missing You'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-2375410283059668325</id><published>2007-12-13T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T11:28:29.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday(12dec)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JESSIE =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outing with 2/6 was fun&lt;br /&gt;did rollerblading&lt;br /&gt;taught june basics and she kept falling =/&lt;br /&gt;and dunno why she love to walk on the grass/sand(cause won't fall -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cabbed back to cck with june, weixuan(he paid for everyone! &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"zhe zhong qian bu neng shen de..."&lt;/span&gt;), algernon, yq..&lt;br /&gt;cab ride was fun cause of algae and his lame crap as usual&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-2375410283059668325?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/2375410283059668325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=2375410283059668325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/2375410283059668325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/2375410283059668325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/12/yesterday12dec.html' title='Yesterday(12dec)'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-518868298940880063</id><published>2007-12-10T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:05.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pics part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R10lzpcwFHI/AAAAAAAAAeM/tZ_Ze4jrhh0/s1600-h/085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142307918756975730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R10lzpcwFHI/AAAAAAAAAeM/tZ_Ze4jrhh0/s320/085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R10lzpcwFII/AAAAAAAAAeU/OTobImntY3w/s1600-h/131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142307918756975746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R10lzpcwFII/AAAAAAAAAeU/OTobImntY3w/s320/131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R10lzpcwFJI/AAAAAAAAAec/j4dzjj94CrE/s1600-h/140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142307918756975762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R10lzpcwFJI/AAAAAAAAAec/j4dzjj94CrE/s320/140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R10lz5cwFKI/AAAAAAAAAek/B-4aZ0M-F9k/s1600-h/142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142307923051943074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R10lz5cwFKI/AAAAAAAAAek/B-4aZ0M-F9k/s320/142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R10lpZcwFCI/AAAAAAAAAdk/h-CG9nkBXRA/s1600-h/014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142307742663316514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R10lpZcwFCI/AAAAAAAAAdk/h-CG9nkBXRA/s320/014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R10lpZcwFDI/AAAAAAAAAds/UnFJFqDrYhs/s1600-h/041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142307742663316530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R10lpZcwFDI/AAAAAAAAAds/UnFJFqDrYhs/s320/041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R10lppcwFEI/AAAAAAAAAd0/4boiOxrrufY/s1600-h/072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142307746958283842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R10lppcwFEI/AAAAAAAAAd0/4boiOxrrufY/s320/072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R10lppcwFFI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Pgupo-yi9r4/s1600-h/082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142307746958283858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R10lppcwFFI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Pgupo-yi9r4/s320/082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R10lp5cwFGI/AAAAAAAAAeE/R6HQhd6ccaM/s1600-h/083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142307751253251170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R10lp5cwFGI/AAAAAAAAAeE/R6HQhd6ccaM/s320/083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo, very cool hor?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-518868298940880063?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/518868298940880063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=518868298940880063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/518868298940880063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/518868298940880063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/12/pics-part-2.html' title='pics part 2'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R10lzpcwFHI/AAAAAAAAAeM/tZ_Ze4jrhh0/s72-c/085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-2769574663141251517</id><published>2007-12-05T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T18:26:39.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi new braces</title><content type='html'>new addition.&lt;br /&gt;braces to the lower jaw&lt;br /&gt;RED of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;endure. want to look nice then must endure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does it feel like my jaw's gonna drop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prcl(projectredcrosslove)  coming!&lt;br /&gt;am waiting for it! to meet all the kiddys&lt;br /&gt;yay&lt;br /&gt;and can see mel soon also! miss mel quite much since camp =)&lt;br /&gt;but won't be able to talk much when i see her then! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i typing like this&lt;br /&gt;cause when i talk it's like this&lt;br /&gt;short sentences, cannot open mouth bigbig&lt;br /&gt;lol you think it's funny?&lt;br /&gt;dun laugh now&lt;br /&gt;when i remove my braces.... see who's laughing at who!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-2769574663141251517?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/2769574663141251517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=2769574663141251517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/2769574663141251517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/2769574663141251517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/12/hi-new-braces.html' title='hi new braces'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-997889710689471387</id><published>2007-12-05T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:16.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures of you, pictures of me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZwE5cwE9I/AAAAAAAAAc8/JXbTVbUvi0w/s1600-h/june3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140419254133199826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZwE5cwE9I/AAAAAAAAAc8/JXbTVbUvi0w/s320/june3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in ktv =) see liza abit blur blur? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZwFJcwE-I/AAAAAAAAAdE/nduHSUkE6OE/s1600-h/june4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140419258428167138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZwFJcwE-I/AAAAAAAAAdE/nduHSUkE6OE/s320/june4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; four of us in qingdao =) going ktv =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1Zv4JcwE4I/AAAAAAAAAcU/-g-3_FcV8aI/s1600-h/IMG_0686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140419035089867650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1Zv4JcwE4I/AAAAAAAAAcU/-g-3_FcV8aI/s200/IMG_0686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; see got laoshi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1Zv45cwE5I/AAAAAAAAAcc/nY9XN2UtoJM/s1600-h/IMG_0704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140419047974769554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1Zv45cwE5I/AAAAAAAAAcc/nY9XN2UtoJM/s200/IMG_0704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1Zv5ZcwE6I/AAAAAAAAAck/VJpwIbXAd2o/s1600-h/IMG_0705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140419056564704162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1Zv5ZcwE6I/AAAAAAAAAck/VJpwIbXAd2o/s200/IMG_0705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1Zv5ZcwE7I/AAAAAAAAAcs/UZiJcNcxXYw/s1600-h/june1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140419056564704178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1Zv5ZcwE7I/AAAAAAAAAcs/UZiJcNcxXYw/s200/june1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1Zv5pcwE8I/AAAAAAAAAc0/Hlqx6_t-aRc/s1600-h/june2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140419060859671490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1Zv5pcwE8I/AAAAAAAAAc0/Hlqx6_t-aRc/s200/june2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1Zu3ZcwEzI/AAAAAAAAAbs/6UCdxhhCB5s/s1600-h/IMG_0645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140417922693337906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1Zu3ZcwEzI/AAAAAAAAAbs/6UCdxhhCB5s/s200/IMG_0645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1Zu35cwE0I/AAAAAAAAAb0/oROPaHtHkH0/s1600-h/IMG_0657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140417931283272514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1Zu35cwE0I/AAAAAAAAAb0/oROPaHtHkH0/s200/IMG_0657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1Zu6JcwE1I/AAAAAAAAAb8/ve7S7sJJrZo/s1600-h/IMG_0663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140417969937978194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1Zu6JcwE1I/AAAAAAAAAb8/ve7S7sJJrZo/s200/IMG_0663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1Zu65cwE2I/AAAAAAAAAcE/kId5p8167Ww/s1600-h/IMG_0683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140417982822880098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1Zu65cwE2I/AAAAAAAAAcE/kId5p8167Ww/s200/IMG_0683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1Zu7pcwE3I/AAAAAAAAAcM/nD2ICd3pHcQ/s1600-h/IMG_0684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140417995707782002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1Zu7pcwE3I/AAAAAAAAAcM/nD2ICd3pHcQ/s200/IMG_0684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZuM5cwEyI/AAAAAAAAAbk/7pEy0d9lNKg/s1600-h/IMG_0651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140417192548897570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZuM5cwEyI/AAAAAAAAAbk/7pEy0d9lNKg/s200/IMG_0651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZtKZcwExI/AAAAAAAAAbc/g8TRrly7Fwc/s1600-h/liza211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140416050087596818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZtKZcwExI/AAAAAAAAAbc/g8TRrly7Fwc/s200/liza211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ME AND LIZZIE IN SHANGHAI =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZsJ5cwEsI/AAAAAAAAAa0/AiI0fR_6vE0/s1600-h/IMG_0536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140414941986034370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZsJ5cwEsI/AAAAAAAAAa0/AiI0fR_6vE0/s200/IMG_0536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1000 YEAR OLD TREE :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZsKJcwEtI/AAAAAAAAAa8/XCzFBUoojEQ/s1600-h/IMG_0537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140414946281001682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZsKJcwEtI/AAAAAAAAAa8/XCzFBUoojEQ/s200/IMG_0537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so... must touch!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZsKZcwEuI/AAAAAAAAAbE/V66BdaY75r8/s1600-h/IMG_0539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140414950575968994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZsKZcwEuI/AAAAAAAAAbE/V66BdaY75r8/s200/IMG_0539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me too =) lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZsKpcwEvI/AAAAAAAAAbM/envsMAyPDF0/s1600-h/IMG_0544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140414954870936306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZsKpcwEvI/AAAAAAAAAbM/envsMAyPDF0/s200/IMG_0544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140414959165903618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZsK5cwEwI/AAAAAAAAAbU/R4Us2pon1wE/s200/IMG_0552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZryJcwEnI/AAAAAAAAAaM/zUUBoLRHPxY/s1600-h/IMG_0522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140414533964141170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZryJcwEnI/AAAAAAAAAaM/zUUBoLRHPxY/s200/IMG_0522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i drew this! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZryJcwEoI/AAAAAAAAAaU/4IJbcXEL8UY/s1600-h/IMG_0523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140414533964141186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZryJcwEoI/AAAAAAAAAaU/4IJbcXEL8UY/s200/IMG_0523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZryZcwEpI/AAAAAAAAAac/G-SyHJ19rU4/s1600-h/IMG_0525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140414538259108498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZryZcwEpI/AAAAAAAAAac/G-SyHJ19rU4/s200/IMG_0525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZryZcwEqI/AAAAAAAAAak/IV9r5HOYEBI/s1600-h/IMG_0533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140414538259108514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZryZcwEqI/AAAAAAAAAak/IV9r5HOYEBI/s200/IMG_0533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZrypcwErI/AAAAAAAAAas/3q489I83UL4/s1600-h/IMG_0534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140414542554075826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZrypcwErI/AAAAAAAAAas/3q489I83UL4/s200/IMG_0534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZoUJcwEiI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Ikt2iqoV8Nc/s1600-h/IMG_0504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140410720033182242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZoUJcwEiI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Ikt2iqoV8Nc/s200/IMG_0504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; bacardi breezer LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZoUZcwEjI/AAAAAAAAAZs/0GwY1Pw_4ME/s1600-h/IMG_0506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140410724328149554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZoUZcwEjI/AAAAAAAAAZs/0GwY1Pw_4ME/s200/IMG_0506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; june's most hated drink = almond!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZoUpcwEkI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/JaPf1YxVH4I/s1600-h/IMG_0507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140410728623116866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZoUpcwEkI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/JaPf1YxVH4I/s200/IMG_0507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZoUpcwElI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/JpDrBa9IR_w/s1600-h/IMG_0508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140410728623116882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZoUpcwElI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/JpDrBa9IR_w/s200/IMG_0508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZoU5cwEmI/AAAAAAAAAaE/3XMQwvv47fU/s1600-h/IMG_0515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140410732918084194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZoU5cwEmI/AAAAAAAAAaE/3XMQwvv47fU/s200/IMG_0515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the most irritating guy in the class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1Zn1ZcwEdI/AAAAAAAAAY8/kVDCm1yOVVk/s1600-h/IMG_0459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140410191752204754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1Zn1ZcwEdI/AAAAAAAAAY8/kVDCm1yOVVk/s200/IMG_0459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; math in chinese&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1Zn1ZcwEeI/AAAAAAAAAZE/tFeR23Bexf0/s1600-h/IMG_0461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140410191752204770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1Zn1ZcwEeI/AAAAAAAAAZE/tFeR23Bexf0/s200/IMG_0461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1Zn1pcwEfI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Is3Y6kcyxU0/s1600-h/IMG_0463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140410196047172082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1Zn1pcwEfI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Is3Y6kcyxU0/s200/IMG_0463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 3rd day food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1Zn3ZcwEgI/AAAAAAAAAZU/H2PXs5QOzSg/s1600-h/IMG_0464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140410226111943170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1Zn3ZcwEgI/AAAAAAAAAZU/H2PXs5QOzSg/s200/IMG_0464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1Zn3pcwEhI/AAAAAAAAAZc/iNdIqwUytL8/s1600-h/IMG_0465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140410230406910482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1Zn3pcwEhI/AAAAAAAAAZc/iNdIqwUytL8/s200/IMG_0465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZneZcwEYI/AAAAAAAAAYU/NIQ1mQxLHYU/s1600-h/IMG_0421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140409796615213442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZneZcwEYI/AAAAAAAAAYU/NIQ1mQxLHYU/s200/IMG_0421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZnepcwEZI/AAAAAAAAAYc/r4m9VYcYXlk/s1600-h/IMG_0428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140409800910180754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZnepcwEZI/AAAAAAAAAYc/r4m9VYcYXlk/s200/IMG_0428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZnepcwEaI/AAAAAAAAAYk/q_iGsZ-voSI/s1600-h/IMG_0435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140409800910180770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZnepcwEaI/AAAAAAAAAYk/q_iGsZ-voSI/s200/IMG_0435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the sand is friggin' soft and cold and nicee =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1Zne5cwEbI/AAAAAAAAAYs/v9w3bF9s7Ic/s1600-h/IMG_0448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140409805205148082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1Zne5cwEbI/AAAAAAAAAYs/v9w3bF9s7Ic/s200/IMG_0448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sun setting at five pm&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140409805205148098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1Zne5cwEcI/AAAAAAAAAY0/-iMbFr498IM/s200/IMG_0450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZnH5cwETI/AAAAAAAAAXs/-mOTMRZ0vU0/s1600-h/IMG_0402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140409410068156722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZnH5cwETI/AAAAAAAAAXs/-mOTMRZ0vU0/s200/IMG_0402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZnIZcwEUI/AAAAAAAAAX0/d5PBq-pgUNU/s1600-h/IMG_0410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140409418658091330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZnIZcwEUI/AAAAAAAAAX0/d5PBq-pgUNU/s200/IMG_0410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; looks familiar right? (that black white ball thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZnIZcwEVI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Mxhw06Tz68I/s1600-h/IMG_0413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140409418658091346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZnIZcwEVI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Mxhw06Tz68I/s200/IMG_0413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2nd day food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZnIpcwEWI/AAAAAAAAAYE/T6yVGkGP9o8/s1600-h/IMG_0415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140409422953058658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZnIpcwEWI/AAAAAAAAAYE/T6yVGkGP9o8/s200/IMG_0415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZnIpcwEXI/AAAAAAAAAYM/2gxCJDmFato/s1600-h/IMG_0420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140409422953058674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZnIpcwEXI/AAAAAAAAAYM/2gxCJDmFato/s200/IMG_0420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1Zmx5cwEOI/AAAAAAAAAXE/SZq2hexmgMM/s1600-h/IMG_0339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140409032111034594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1Zmx5cwEOI/AAAAAAAAAXE/SZq2hexmgMM/s200/IMG_0339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; aesthetics week in their sch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZmyJcwEPI/AAAAAAAAAXM/wTzFK4-Pd6Q/s1600-h/IMG_0350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140409036406001906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZmyJcwEPI/AAAAAAAAAXM/wTzFK4-Pd6Q/s200/IMG_0350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZmyJcwEQI/AAAAAAAAAXU/SN4bC_8vVT8/s1600-h/IMG_0380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140409036406001922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZmyJcwEQI/AAAAAAAAAXU/SN4bC_8vVT8/s200/IMG_0380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZmyZcwERI/AAAAAAAAAXc/TYq8pXgB5As/s1600-h/IMG_0391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140409040700969234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZmyZcwERI/AAAAAAAAAXc/TYq8pXgB5As/s200/IMG_0391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ultimate socket with 2 international travel plugs and all of our chargers including an Ipod charger, Sony Ericsson charger, Canon charger, Samsung charger, the hotel's fridge plug and the hair dryer's one! COOL RIGHT. WE ARE VERY VERY PROUD OF THIS. when laoshi saw it during our debrief she was like.. "deng yi xia jiu dian ting dian ah!(later the hotel blackout!)"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZmyZcwESI/AAAAAAAAAXk/yoMcLUVOorc/s1600-h/IMG_0399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140409040700969250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZmyZcwESI/AAAAAAAAAXk/yoMcLUVOorc/s200/IMG_0399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; our dressing table! every morning we have to search and turn over all those stuff to search for our pens, medication, tissue paper, hotel room key =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZmYZcwEJI/AAAAAAAAAWc/XiOqQXArves/s1600-h/IMG_0294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140408594024370322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZmYZcwEJI/AAAAAAAAAWc/XiOqQXArves/s200/IMG_0294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZmYZcwEKI/AAAAAAAAAWk/3VmYRWEkSCo/s1600-h/IMG_0308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140408594024370338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZmYZcwEKI/AAAAAAAAAWk/3VmYRWEkSCo/s200/IMG_0308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lip ice is a super cool lip balm =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZmYpcwELI/AAAAAAAAAWs/T-SkUQp_nsE/s1600-h/IMG_0312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140408598319337650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZmYpcwELI/AAAAAAAAAWs/T-SkUQp_nsE/s200/IMG_0312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; liza's lip ice and mine =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140408598319337666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZmYpcwEMI/AAAAAAAAAW0/D2NKYUH0Pb8/s200/IMG_0327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZmFJcwEFI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ZVK-UooLugE/s1600-h/IMG_0275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140408263311888466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZmFJcwEFI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ZVK-UooLugE/s200/IMG_0275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZmFZcwEGI/AAAAAAAAAWE/os2MHjBQKDs/s1600-h/IMG_0278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140408267606855778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZmFZcwEGI/AAAAAAAAAWE/os2MHjBQKDs/s200/IMG_0278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZmFZcwEHI/AAAAAAAAAWM/Km1D3u95XTQ/s1600-h/IMG_0283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140408267606855794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZmFZcwEHI/AAAAAAAAAWM/Km1D3u95XTQ/s200/IMG_0283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; maple trees!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZmFpcwEII/AAAAAAAAAWU/7JLBiDK7q8k/s1600-h/IMG_0288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140408271901823106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZmFpcwEII/AAAAAAAAAWU/7JLBiDK7q8k/s200/IMG_0288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our holding area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1Zlu5cwD_I/AAAAAAAAAVM/E4P2lX9HXCs/s1600-h/IMG_0262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140407881059799026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1Zlu5cwD_I/AAAAAAAAAVM/E4P2lX9HXCs/s200/IMG_0262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the static and the dry weather caused my hair to look like i permed it =) quite cool la, but very irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1Zlu5cwEAI/AAAAAAAAAVU/w98MEG_jHu4/s1600-h/IMG_0267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140407881059799042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1Zlu5cwEAI/AAAAAAAAAVU/w98MEG_jHu4/s200/IMG_0267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; every morning they got to do some dance for warm up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZlvJcwEBI/AAAAAAAAAVc/yAvjxCgAXP4/s1600-h/IMG_0268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140407885354766354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZlvJcwEBI/AAAAAAAAAVc/yAvjxCgAXP4/s200/IMG_0268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZlvZcwECI/AAAAAAAAAVk/3dwrEncydeA/s1600-h/IMG_0270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140407889649733666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZlvZcwECI/AAAAAAAAAVk/3dwrEncydeA/s200/IMG_0270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;english lesson in chinese =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZlvpcwEDI/AAAAAAAAAVs/cOKS7dj1ZT4/s1600-h/IMG_0271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140407893944700978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZlvpcwEDI/AAAAAAAAAVs/cOKS7dj1ZT4/s200/IMG_0271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;day 1 food. we almost died =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZlhJcwD6I/AAAAAAAAAUk/AqxnJXjf1IE/s1600-h/IMG_0241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140407644836597666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZlhJcwD6I/AAAAAAAAAUk/AqxnJXjf1IE/s200/IMG_0241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZlhZcwD7I/AAAAAAAAAUs/s1_oczAOC18/s1600-h/IMG_0243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140407649131564978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZlhZcwD7I/AAAAAAAAAUs/s1_oczAOC18/s200/IMG_0243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZlhpcwD8I/AAAAAAAAAU0/W1ddh9NYRvg/s1600-h/IMG_0246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140407653426532290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZlhpcwD8I/AAAAAAAAAU0/W1ddh9NYRvg/s200/IMG_0246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZlhpcwD9I/AAAAAAAAAU8/0eXdVoPtK1o/s1600-h/IMG_0252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140407653426532306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZlhpcwD9I/AAAAAAAAAU8/0eXdVoPtK1o/s200/IMG_0252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140407657721499618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1Zlh5cwD-I/AAAAAAAAAVE/FlCtUMGn03M/s200/IMG_0253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZlUJcwD5I/AAAAAAAAAUc/cIghKatCrpc/s1600-h/IMG_0238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140407421498298258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZlUJcwD5I/AAAAAAAAAUc/cIghKatCrpc/s200/IMG_0238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZkhZcwD0I/AAAAAAAAAT0/L7rMoBf7jKw/s1600-h/IMG_0201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140406549619937090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZkhZcwD0I/AAAAAAAAAT0/L7rMoBf7jKw/s200/IMG_0201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZkhpcwD1I/AAAAAAAAAT8/MiPU3cahRus/s1600-h/IMG_0228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140406553914904402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZkhpcwD1I/AAAAAAAAAT8/MiPU3cahRus/s200/IMG_0228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we found this in the hotel =) crystal, nice right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1Zkh5cwD2I/AAAAAAAAAUE/QyaS4T-9C8Y/s1600-h/IMG_0230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140406558209871714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1Zkh5cwD2I/AAAAAAAAAUE/QyaS4T-9C8Y/s200/IMG_0230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZkiJcwD3I/AAAAAAAAAUM/H4XCvwjz6BM/s1600-h/IMG_0231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140406562504839026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZkiJcwD3I/AAAAAAAAAUM/H4XCvwjz6BM/s200/IMG_0231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZkipcwD4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/rUaZ56M27qM/s1600-h/IMG_0234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140406571094773634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/R1ZkipcwD4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/rUaZ56M27qM/s200/IMG_0234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;still got a lot more pics! but i'm lazy to post them up =X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-997889710689471387?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/997889710689471387/comments/default' title='Post 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-6505363901209452891</id><published>2007-12-02T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T18:32:11.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no particular title</title><content type='html'>YTD WAS &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LUO ZHIXIANG'S CONCERT&lt;/span&gt; =( you know you know you know!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hui got tickets to go! i see the pics in her blog and i feel so jealous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ai zhuan jiao&lt;/strong&gt; yu jian le shui&lt;br /&gt;shi fou you ai qing de mei&lt;br /&gt;ai zhuan jiao yi hou de jie&lt;br /&gt;shi fou neng you wo lai pei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lameshit. bubshit!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-6505363901209452891?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-1066455176851875849</id><published>2007-12-02T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T18:13:00.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If That's OK With You</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/yG7BcQ_ObR/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/yG7BcQ_ObR/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Added this song to my all time fav list :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way that you look without your make-up&lt;br /&gt;I had a girl before we met but we broke up&lt;br /&gt;Theres something about you that makes me want to step up&lt;br /&gt;Step up and be with you&lt;br /&gt;If thats okay with you&lt;br /&gt;We'll keep the neighbours awake too late too late&lt;br /&gt;Coz imma make you feel so good how i see its happening &lt;br /&gt;We'll keep the neighbours awake too late too late&lt;br /&gt;Coz baby i wanna step up and be with you&lt;br /&gt;If thats ok with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna make you feel like you are heaven on earth &lt;br /&gt;Im gonna saint your mother just for giving you birth&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna wanna hold you in my arms when you cry&lt;br /&gt;If thats ok with you&lt;br /&gt;If thats ok with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna keep your toothbrush at my apartment&lt;br /&gt;Make a second set of keys and ask you to move in&lt;br /&gt;Im not crazy&lt;br /&gt;I know what im getting myself in&lt;br /&gt;I wanna live with you&lt;br /&gt;If thats okay with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus x2]&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna make you feel like you are heaven on earth &lt;br /&gt;Im gonna saint your mother just for giving you birth&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna wanna hold you in my arms when you cry&lt;br /&gt;If thats ok with you&lt;br /&gt;If thats ok with you&lt;br /&gt;If thats ok with you&lt;br /&gt;If thats ok with you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll keep the neighbours awake too late too late&lt;br /&gt;I wanna love you this way that way this way&lt;br /&gt;We'll keep the neighbours away too late too late&lt;br /&gt;I wanna love you this way that way this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is good too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/a9-FPVmn4G/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/a9-FPVmn4G/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been awake for a while now&lt;br /&gt;You got me feeling like a child now&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every time I see your bubbly face&lt;br /&gt;I get the tinglies in a silly place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts in my toes&lt;br /&gt;And I crinkle my nose&lt;br /&gt;Wherever it goes&lt;br /&gt;I always know&lt;br /&gt;That you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;Please stay for a while now&lt;br /&gt;Just take your time&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain is falling on my window pane&lt;br /&gt;But we are hiding in a safer place&lt;br /&gt;Under covers staying safe and warm&lt;br /&gt;You give me feelings that I adore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts in my toes&lt;br /&gt;And I crinkle my nose&lt;br /&gt;Wherever it goes&lt;br /&gt;I always know&lt;br /&gt;That you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;Please stay for a while now&lt;br /&gt;Just take your time&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I going to say&lt;br /&gt;When you make me feel this way&lt;br /&gt;I just mmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it starts in my toes&lt;br /&gt;And I crinkle my nose&lt;br /&gt;Wherever it goes&lt;br /&gt;I always know&lt;br /&gt;That you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;Please stay for a while now&lt;br /&gt;Just take your time&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been asleep for a while now&lt;br /&gt;You tuck me in just like a child now&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every time you hold me in your arms&lt;br /&gt;I'm comfortable enough to feel your warmth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it starts in my soul&lt;br /&gt;And I lose all control&lt;br /&gt;When you kiss my nose&lt;br /&gt;The feeling shows&lt;br /&gt;'cause you make me smile baby&lt;br /&gt;Just take your time now&lt;br /&gt;Holdin' me tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever wherever wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;Wherever wherever wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;I always know&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;Even just for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to lizzie and jessie who let me listen to songs on their ipod when we were in china =) esp on the bus rides and on the plane. i'm quite lazy to post up pics i took =x and i haven't finish writing my reflection for the trip. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lizzie should be in shanghai le(again) =) MISSES :D dunno when we will meet up again but hopefully its pretty soon! LIZA TAKE CARE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was at my happiest when i was there. my girls with me, and something else was with me as well. i smiled for the entire week. felt really really satisfied with everything so much that i was really afraid of coming back here cause i know it will all go away after i come back. things will change, for the good for the bad? i don't know actually. so i wasn't really anticipating my last flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was what i expected.&lt;br /&gt;good things have to come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;somehow i miss the cold big wind in qingdao. somehow that wind is different from the nov wind here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wind in qingdao was 10times colder than what it is here, but i didn't feel cold at all from the warmth that was in me. ironic ironic ironic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still running, still running and still running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the times when i complain about my nose going to break cause it's so cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:1%;"&gt;because you'd tell me: take care, drink more water, come back soon, wish i could send you warmth. unknowingly. you did through all these acts. thanks for making me feel real happy, by sending me smses and making me feel what its like to be taken care of by you again. i miss it so much. which is the real you? the one who anticipated me back here when i was away, or the one now that's nonchanlant to whether i live or die? i miss you a lot. but i lost it all. its my fault things are this way now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun really wish to talk in detail about the camp since it wasn't one that i anticipated. i admit my passion for rc is drifting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i know is i didn't take enough danzen and now i'm stuck with a damn sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt trapped in the camp. like what the hell was i doing there when i haven't even recover from my jet lag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till now i still wake up every morning and still expect to see my hotel bed with my girls beside me. something is very wrong with me. i need time to recuperate and switch back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to thank mel for coming down :) i really appreciate it. don't know why but when i talk to mel it's like i feel calm(i was in a serious wreck wth). like there was this big sister taking care of me or smth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yelyn and markcheng =) haha for making me and june laugh for a while when we heard them talking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the ncos for the That Thing You Do damn retro dance :) it was a fab though we kind of screwed cause sound system wasn't that good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-1066455176851875849?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/1066455176851875849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=1066455176851875849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/1066455176851875849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/1066455176851875849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/12/if-thats-ok-with-you.html' title='If That&apos;s OK With You'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-5438327348539641886</id><published>2007-12-01T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T20:49:32.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How could I?</title><content type='html'>I got angry. Got upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tiring, I haven't gotten enough rest yet. Slept for hours, but each time i wake up, i find it hard to go back to sleep even though i'm really really bummed out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;study trip gone. urcy camp over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's gonna happen next? Idon'tknow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i knew&lt;br /&gt;so i wouldn't feel so unsure of the future.&lt;br /&gt;nov ended. dec is here. soon january will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long more do i have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry to ken and kn, screwed up cwo and even had to leave you all to take over for a few hours on the third day, especially for the fact that it was something personal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel sick. very sick on my insides.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-5438327348539641886?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/5438327348539641886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=5438327348539641886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/5438327348539641886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/5438327348539641886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/12/how-could-i.html' title='How could I?'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-9154992209955175805</id><published>2007-11-27T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T10:18:34.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HELLO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Kn, I'm updating now, using my brother's laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will come back here again after the URCY camp:) to post pics:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm strong and I've not taken ill. Thanks to danzen and panadols and vitamin C!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kn! You go buy danzen also la! You prone to sore throat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to switch back to eating food in Sg, but my stomach's not taking it well. So currently I have no appetite for any food:( I didn't eat lunch and dinner ytd and I don't even feel hungry =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shanghai's xiaolongbao is still in me I guess. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing qingdao and the people i had made friends with in that sch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&amp;#20320;&amp;#20204;&amp;#26377;&amp;#27809;&amp;#26377;&amp;#36208;&amp;#24651;??" (in our term &amp;#36208;&amp;#24651; is = bgr)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget this particular question they asked me. Very cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I didn't get what they were asking until they did the thumbs facing each other thing. =/ Pretty dumb hor, but how would I know, they love using shortcuts for their words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-9154992209955175805?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/9154992209955175805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=9154992209955175805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/9154992209955175805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/9154992209955175805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/11/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-3208224080876424801</id><published>2007-11-17T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T18:11:34.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll miss all</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Flying off tomorrow:) I'm scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M HAPPY TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;EVEN THOUGH I HAVE A V BAD HEADACHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate at Cartel today so like what I told Mel, I will think back if the food there is not to my liking. "At least I ate this like a few days ago....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the shirt that i bought online is only gonna arrive in my mailbox 2days later since postman doesn't work on Sundays:( so it will only come on monday but i won't be home already :(&lt;br /&gt;but its okay:) its like having a present to open when i get back home&lt;br /&gt;HA! JUNE I TOLD U THE POSTMAN WON'T STEAL MY MONEY RIGHT!! They got pay one ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE SORE THROAT MEDICINE ALRDY SO I WILL SURVIVE THIS TRIP:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I changed my tagboard because June says it's lousy and she likes cbox better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE RC:) BYE PEOPLE:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lots of Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;see you junee, see you lizzie, see you jessiee very very very soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-3208224080876424801?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/3208224080876424801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=3208224080876424801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/3208224080876424801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/3208224080876424801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/11/ill-miss-all.html' title='I&apos;ll miss all'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-7923498303035989331</id><published>2007-11-12T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T21:19:02.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm touching the Ice, and seeing if it would hurt me</title><content type='html'>Why is it that, those who think they are older, do not take a child's words seriously. child means someone younger than the persona. Why is it that, they judge with accordance to age, the level of maturity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2/6'06 Class outing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have lunch/dinner/brunch at some restaruant like Seoul Garden, Pastamania(in case you don't have a life, cck lot1 has a pastamania), Sakura International Buffet at the Singapore Discovery Centre(jurong east), or anything else you can think of! :D or a class camp, or a sch bbq with usual waterbombs, or SINGAPORE RIVER! (just NO sentosa!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIVE US FEEDBACK ON THIS!&lt;br /&gt;We are easily contactable:&lt;br /&gt;call june, jaysree or me! or IM us!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentatively,&lt;br /&gt;this is what we have decided, however, it &lt;em&gt;subjects to change&lt;/em&gt; as we sincerely hope everyone can make it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seoul Garden, Causeway&lt;br /&gt;10th DECEMBER, Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do help to pass the message around:)&lt;br /&gt;We still love we.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;visit: &lt;a href="http://destinyteenz06.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://destinyteenz06.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; for more updates:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-7923498303035989331?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/7923498303035989331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=7923498303035989331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/7923498303035989331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/7923498303035989331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-contradicting.html' title='I&apos;m touching the Ice, and seeing if it would hurt me'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-1748206113593146899</id><published>2007-11-12T18:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T19:23:57.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, my girls were right</title><content type='html'>leaving in &lt;em&gt;5 more days&lt;/em&gt; :( &lt;strong&gt;I don't like&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girls are pretty excited though, they say they can't sleep at night cause they keep thinking about us going together =/ I think they are nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate flying.&lt;br /&gt;Really hate planes, I do not understand why some people love sitting in aeroplanes, especially the window seats. What's so nice about clouds out of the window when you are so far high up from the solid ground that makes you feel safe. Who cares if they look like cotton candy. And if you fly at night, you can't even see a single thing. Who cares if the cities down below look so tiny yet so majestic. I tell you, cotton candy clouds are just water vapour and does the houses down there matter? Like you can count how many families have their lights on and be awe struck. And the stupid turblents when they get stuck in the clouds or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I step into the airport, I feel like throwing up. I did experiment the other day, went to Changi with june and yq to study(obviously i watched them study in burger king, i did the eating only, the whole 1 hour plus train ride already drained me). They wanted to study at the viewing mall, but then it was so crowded -.- Truth is, I can't even bear to look at planes take off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from checking in to getting to the boarding aisle that leads up to the doors of the crude fantastic looking plane, I tell you, I step on it, and I will keep my mouth shut for the rest of the journey till i land. In the plane I'll start feeling claustrophobic because I know I will be stuck in an oxygen deprived cabin for don't know how many hours. AND I DO NOT DRINK COKE. Because I drink coke and I will vomit after I touch down on real land. And seriously I hate the seat beats =/ makes me feel worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I will try to get to sleep but all I will be feeling is trapped =/ I don't like the idea of my feet on fake land(the floors of the aircraft). It makes me feel insecure. Sounds stupid but normally its the plane ride that makes me feel sick for one entire day after I land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the lavatory as well. THE FLUSH IS SCARY. I HATE THE SWISHING SOUND. that's why I try not to use the toilet unless i have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And half an hour before my flight, I will force a couple of panadols down my throat to ease me from the weird headache and calm my nerves(paracetomol got this effect on me LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also one week before I leave the country I will eat a lot of good food first in case I don't like the food there I can still think back: Hey, at least I ate this like a few days ago with someone -kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe. We have to take 4 flights in total. Including return flights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I did that, was when I went to Korea when I was 12 and I fell sick after the 3rd flight -.- which was when I was still halfway through my vacation.&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rongrong/jessie/lizzie must be thinking me of a &lt;em&gt;bee.eye.tee.cee.hedge&lt;/em&gt; again for complaining so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me complain now, I said I will be very quiet in the plane.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes you girls were right about me complaining the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about the cold weather and my knees hurting&lt;br /&gt;about the dry and dust in the air on the roads&lt;br /&gt;about the food and that i m strictly a HATE-VEGETABLES person&lt;br /&gt;about the hotel and the people that i'm gonna meet&lt;br /&gt;about the country and its roads&lt;br /&gt;about the aeroplane and me missing sg&lt;br /&gt;about everything la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL I M DOING IT NOW SO I WON'T DO IT THERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be nice&lt;br /&gt;I'll not be very &lt;em&gt;XU&lt;/em&gt;(qian xu. qian=shallow. xu=hollow) about things and complain :)&lt;br /&gt;I hope I won't throw up&lt;br /&gt;I hope I won't fall sick(I forgot about the jab I am supposed to take)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i have some material comfort. i'll have my camera to take out to randomly snap people and things(4GB+36MB!!!). i'll have jessie who has an ipod classic. i'll have my handphone which has autoroaming. i'll have my narnia book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I try la hor?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;But I really hate flying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody want to send us off? &lt;br /&gt;That will be 5AM of your Sunday:)LOL THANK YOU FOR THAT THOUGHT(yq, abbie), BUT REALLY, DONT BOTHER TO:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-1748206113593146899?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/1748206113593146899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=1748206113593146899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/1748206113593146899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/1748206113593146899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/11/yes-my-girls-were-right.html' title='Yes, my girls were right'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-4669070158253623958</id><published>2007-11-11T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T22:20:47.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no particular title</title><content type='html'>just now my brother drove very fast on the way home and brake suddenly and my mr bean tua huay(beancurd) flew from my seat and overturned :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA! I got entertainment for the next two weeks:&lt;br /&gt;1. the chronicles of narnia(all 7 stories!!)&lt;br /&gt;2. some geisha book&lt;br /&gt;3. The Sims deluxe edition(I know sims2 is out already, stuff your mouth)&lt;br /&gt;4. piano scores for way back into love&lt;br /&gt;5. my study trip&lt;br /&gt;6. i got my Bible finally :) bin's sis gave it to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit 10.14PM&lt;br /&gt;ZOMT&lt;br /&gt;ms l will kill me tomorrow because my essay is overdue for 3 days. And Love is so overrated in the poem. &lt;em&gt;how does the poet use imagery/diction to convey the message that love is powerful.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st sentence: Love is very powerful in this poem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh yourself out of your socks. Go on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-4669070158253623958?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/4669070158253623958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=4669070158253623958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/4669070158253623958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/4669070158253623958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/11/no-particular-title.html' title='no particular title'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-4553149020078633186</id><published>2007-11-10T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:17.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haven't you heard?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/RzW9ee5rKEI/AAAAAAAAARE/ZdCUvKM__wI/s1600-h/cp-characters-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131215681847240770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/RzW9ee5rKEI/AAAAAAAAARE/ZdCUvKM__wI/s400/cp-characters-04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/RzW7_e5rKDI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/oacA6WV4pfA/s1600-h/cp-characters-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what I've been up:) Finished the entire season1 &amp;amp; today(started watching yesterday night) and saved myself from rotting at home. I had to stay at home =/ in case my dad or mum calls home and realise i m not at home &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt; (i will die) cause i have been going out a lot recently, so naturally i had to become home-girl today(but i will be out and running soon again: I want to go K and I want to go out and drink coffee at starbucks and I want to go window shopping)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imma a good kid. Think me with geek spectacles=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abbie i m sorry i didnt go today again =/ don't ask me then maybe on one saturday i wake up and i feel like going one hour before it starts then i will call you up:) so i wont disappoint you and your cell again and again!&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;friggin' irritating jolts of emo-coaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm Sorry I can't sit still and be ordinary just, I want to be special&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'d cross the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'d do anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-4553149020078633186?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/4553149020078633186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=4553149020078633186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/4553149020078633186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/4553149020078633186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/11/havent-you-heard.html' title='Haven&apos;t you heard?'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/RzW9ee5rKEI/AAAAAAAAARE/ZdCUvKM__wI/s72-c/cp-characters-04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-311307810766073958</id><published>2007-11-08T17:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T18:07:18.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I'm doing the right thing</title><content type='html'>&amp;#24773;&amp;#20154;&amp;#19981;&amp;#33021;&amp;#20570;&amp;#26379;&amp;#21451;, &amp;#21482;&amp;#26377; &amp;#20004;&amp;#31181;&amp;#21407;&amp;#22240;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &amp;#23545;&amp;#26041;&amp;#37117;&amp;#25918;&amp;#19981;&amp;#19979;&amp;#24444;&amp;#27492;&lt;br /&gt;2. &amp;#20854;&amp;#20013;&amp;#19968;&amp;#20010; &amp;#25918;&amp;#19981;&amp;#19979; &amp;#21478;&amp;#19968;&amp;#20010;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#25152;&amp;#20197;&amp;#29616;&amp;#22312;&amp;#20570;&amp;#20320;&amp;#30340;&amp;#26379;&amp;#21451;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#25152;&amp;#20197;&amp;#24456; &amp;#21162;&amp;#21147; &amp;#23613;&amp;#24515; &amp;#20570;&amp;#20320;&amp;#30340;&amp;#26379;&amp;#21451;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-311307810766073958?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/311307810766073958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=311307810766073958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/311307810766073958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/311307810766073958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/11/1.html' title='Now I&apos;m doing the right thing'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-3633859894842676805</id><published>2007-11-07T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T22:54:12.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Natalie- Going Crazy</title><content type='html'>This song is good:) yq told me about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/ENk574hZf5/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/ENk574hZf5/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since the day you ran away and left me lonely and cold, my life just hasn't been the same, ohh baby no.&lt;br /&gt;When I looked into your eyes the moment that I let you go, I just broke down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby if I ever get the chance to be with you again I would sacrifice,&lt;br /&gt;cause the feeling that I feel within, no other man would ever make me feel so right.&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to smile when I get your phone call in mind, but I'd rather have you here&lt;br /&gt;with me right next to me, I miss the way you hold me tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;I gotta let you know I feel so weak without your touch.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I could ever love a man so much.&lt;br /&gt;I gotta let you know, I think that we are destiny.&lt;br /&gt;For you, I'd cross the world.&lt;br /&gt;For you, I'd do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Thats right baby, Im going crazy, I need to be your lady.&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking lately, that you and me, yes, we could make&lt;br /&gt;it just ride wit me, and roll wit me, I'm in love with you baby. [2x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break it down now, I'll tell you what I feel from the moment that I meet you it was so damn real,&lt;br /&gt;my heart seems to skip another beat every time we speak, can't believe I feel so weak.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you really need me and you want me and you miss me and you love me I'm your lady.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be around waiting for you, put it down, be the woman for you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm fallen so deep for you, I'm crazy over you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm callin', callin' out to you what am I gonna do it's true, I'm not frontin,&lt;br /&gt;It's you and the weather I could no longer go on without you, I'll just break down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus 2x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy, Lady, Lately ohhhhhh Baby&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kind of glad i'm leaving the country next sunday. probably it can allow me to sort my life out a bit, straighten my thoughts. study trip with the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm resenting november, and it's cold winds. i really hope it doesn't rain tmr and no mcr black parade playing on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something that i can't hide from. the wind is everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know they are right with the "When you're sad, please don't listen to emotional songs"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-3633859894842676805?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/3633859894842676805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=3633859894842676805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/3633859894842676805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/3633859894842676805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/11/natalie-going-crazy.html' title='Natalie- Going Crazy'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-8156240441401457533</id><published>2007-11-07T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T22:38:26.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parallels: never to meet</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Crossroads&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; +&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know road junctions? Those with alot of traffic lights?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where you can go north south east or west&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People only meet at junctions. Then they decide whether they want to continue to walk down the same direction as you, beside you, behind you, in front of you. Those who walk beside you are your friends, always there. those who walk behind are those who catch you when you fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who walk ahead of you are those who are never really there because when they walk, they don't look back to see how you're doing; ironically those who you're protecting from a far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People part at junctions. When they decide that they have enough of walking down the same road, smelling the same grass, looking at the same sights around you, with you, they leave at the next junction they reach. Cross the road to the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they start walking on parallels. And no matter how much you try to cross each other's path, you never get to meet them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wait till the next junction, for them to cross over to the other parallel? or do you resign to fate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) think about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But don't forget: Where ever you are, everybody's looking at the same roof. The sky.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the parallels are still looking at the same sky.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-8156240441401457533?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/8156240441401457533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=8156240441401457533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/8156240441401457533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/8156240441401457533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/11/parallels-never-to-meet.html' title='Parallels: never to meet'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-4537392560188730767</id><published>2007-11-05T19:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T19:40:41.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I tell You something Special</title><content type='html'>today i was walking under the shelter to my block from the lrt station and this black-grey-white miniature schnauzer came up and licked my left calf!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn cute I tell you. These kind of things don't happen everyday:) where you are walking home and some dog comes up to you and start licking your leg *swoons*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha incase you were wondering it's my brother's primary sch friend's dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's baby:) that's the name of the dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;special encounter hor?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's weird that i hear the evil black cat somewhere under my block mewing loudly everynight -.- it followed ben home the other day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-4537392560188730767?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/4537392560188730767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=4537392560188730767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/4537392560188730767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/4537392560188730767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-tell-you-something-special.html' title='I tell You something Special'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-5897578843772666383</id><published>2007-11-04T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T21:56:32.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Imagine</title><content type='html'>There are times that you feel like you want to run and hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever tried walking home alone in the dark and there's not a single soul in sight, only for the occassional car driving past you?&lt;br /&gt;have you ever tried picking up your phone and holding it there in mid air, hesistating and finally putting it down after a struggle in your mind of which buttons to push?&lt;br /&gt;have you ever felt self conscious of yourself while you're walking alone, just so suddenly because you realise you're by yourself?&lt;br /&gt;have you ever felt like screaming and kicking so as to take away every single wrath and emotion in you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;times that you feel like it's better not to know and talk about things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagining provides aid sometimes, in times when we want to feel ignorant(ignorance is bliss), so we imagine and assume what is the pattern of things like, so as to set our hearts and thoughts at ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in our minds we pretend, we imagine how things are like, so we don't bother asking, to play safe, to save us. Soon it overtakes your routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somehow we realise that we will stop thinking so much about things. Let's say, if we imagined/assumed the scenario wrongly....all you have to do is to stop imagining it that way and adjust how-you-thought-it-was-like to how-it-is-supposed-to-be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It won't be that difficult. It's a change-able rountine, instead of a difficult-to-change-routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Keeps you alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-5897578843772666383?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/5897578843772666383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=5897578843772666383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/5897578843772666383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/5897578843772666383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/11/we-imagine.html' title='We Imagine'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-537662840398931275</id><published>2007-11-02T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T22:46:28.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Sort of Involuntary Action</title><content type='html'>I feel inspired. So I shall write for a bit. I have been like an observer. Not talking. Just listening. So I shall write now how I felt about what I have heard. A bit on perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone told me today, "Sometimes you got to stop and think for a while, think of what you have been doing. Think of why you're doing it. Think of why you have never thought of all these before."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone prompted, "Hm?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I were to think through everything before doing it, it means there is nothing in the world for me to do. Because nothing will be worth doing once you think about it" It's like an involuntary(not as in not willing, but as in subconsciously) action. You can do nothing to stop it. Just happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"True. True"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bin once told me, we all have 3 good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Loss&lt;br /&gt;2. Regret&lt;br /&gt;3. Treasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because they don't appear together at the same time&lt;br /&gt;but they normally follow one and other&lt;br /&gt;many people know "loss" first&lt;br /&gt;after their loss,they know "regret"&lt;br /&gt;and finally they know and understand "treasure"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;learn to treasure,&lt;br /&gt;before you regret&lt;br /&gt;your loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the event of thinking that you have done your best, that you have done enough, that you're sick of not getting anything in return, that you want to give up, that you don't want to give anymore chances. Chances. You think you have give plenty, lots of it, lots and lots of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You let it go. And you watch it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few months down the road, you find yourself getting exhausted by regretting what you have lost. You said you won't, you told yourself &lt;em&gt;no, i m gonna' be real happy, i'm gonna live my life like how i want it to be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, this is not my point yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What if it's not what you wanted?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think twice before doing something. how it can change your life. how it can change others. how it would make a difference to things. how YOU can control what's gonna happen sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up so easily. Don't give up the things that may seem small and insignificant now. You will never know how they might magnify after you give them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, i have been avoiding taboo subjects. Avoid talking to people. Avoid revealing too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even what I'm saying now, it's all vague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No point. All said, &lt;em&gt;I will be there for you&lt;/em&gt;. What does it really mean? I tell you what. It's nothing. Its all bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to talk. If I have nothing to say, i have nothing to say. I built a wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secrets. They keep you alive in times when you feel your worst. When you're the only one in the world who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lies. It's a two way thing for it to work. One to tell, the other to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hoard. Even though it's all a shell, shell that's empty. You can't help it. It sucks you in, it drives you crazy. There's a certain limit to sanity. You try, you try to stop it. But its a subconscious action, it's an Involuntary Action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-537662840398931275?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/537662840398931275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=537662840398931275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/537662840398931275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/537662840398931275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/11/some-sort-of-involuntary-action.html' title='Some Sort of Involuntary Action'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-7145152457226477271</id><published>2007-10-29T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T21:39:17.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It took too long, it took too long</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JoJo&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;How To Touch A Girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I could like you&lt;br /&gt;I already do&lt;br /&gt;Feelings can grow but&lt;br /&gt;They can go away too&lt;br /&gt;You're takin my hand&lt;br /&gt;Lookin into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Don't be in a rush to&lt;br /&gt;Get me tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel somethin happenin&lt;br /&gt;Could this be a spark?&lt;br /&gt;To satisfy me baby&lt;br /&gt;Gotta satisfy my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how to touch a girl?&lt;br /&gt;If you want me so much&lt;br /&gt;First I have to know&lt;br /&gt;Are you thoughtful and kind?&lt;br /&gt;Do you care what's on my mind?&lt;br /&gt;Or am I just for show?&lt;br /&gt;You'll go far in this world&lt;br /&gt;If you know how to touch a girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how to touch, know how to touch a girl?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how to touch, know how to touch a girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I could like you&lt;br /&gt;But I keep holding back&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't seem to tell&lt;br /&gt;If you're fiction or fact&lt;br /&gt;Show me you can laugh&lt;br /&gt;Show me you can cry&lt;br /&gt;Show me who you really are&lt;br /&gt;Deep down inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel somethin happenin?&lt;br /&gt;Could this be for real?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know right now but tonight we'll reveal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how to touch a girl?&lt;br /&gt;If you want me so much&lt;br /&gt;First I have to know&lt;br /&gt;Are you thoughtful and kind?&lt;br /&gt;Do you care what's on my mind?&lt;br /&gt;Or am I just for show?&lt;br /&gt;You'll go far in this world&lt;br /&gt;If you know how to touch a girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring me some flowers&lt;br /&gt;Conversation for hours&lt;br /&gt;To see if we really connect&lt;br /&gt;And baby if we do&lt;br /&gt;Ooh I'll be givin all my love to you&lt;br /&gt;Ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how to touch a girl?&lt;br /&gt;If you want me so much&lt;br /&gt;First I have to know&lt;br /&gt;Are you thoughtful and kind?&lt;br /&gt;Do you care what's on my mind?&lt;br /&gt;Or am I just for show?&lt;br /&gt;You'll go far in this world&lt;br /&gt;If you know how to touch a girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how to touch, know how to touch a girl? (Yeah, yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how to touch, know how to touch a girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bananaaaaa I feel like singing =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE THIS :D&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aly&amp;Aj&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;The Potential Breakup Song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/tX7Fdwb8CG/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/tX7Fdwb8CG/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took too long&lt;br /&gt;It took too long&lt;br /&gt;It took to long for you to call back&lt;br /&gt;And normally I would just forget that&lt;br /&gt;Except for the fact it was my birthday&lt;br /&gt;My stupid birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played along&lt;br /&gt;I played along&lt;br /&gt;I played along&lt;br /&gt;rolled right off my back&lt;br /&gt;But obviously my armor was cracked&lt;br /&gt;What kind of a boyfriend would forget that?&lt;br /&gt;Who would forget that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The type of guy who doesn’t see&lt;br /&gt;What he has until she leaves&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let me go&lt;br /&gt;Cause without me, you know you’re lost&lt;br /&gt;Wise up now or pay the cost&lt;br /&gt;Soon you will know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re not livin’ till you’re livin’&lt;br /&gt;Livin’ with me&lt;br /&gt;You’re not winnin’ till you’re winnin’&lt;br /&gt;Winnin’ me&lt;br /&gt;You’re not gettin’ till you’re gettin’&lt;br /&gt;Gettin’ to me&lt;br /&gt;You’re not livin’ till you’re livin’&lt;br /&gt;living for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the potential breakup song&lt;br /&gt;Our album needs just one&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby please&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got along&lt;br /&gt;We got along&lt;br /&gt;We got along until you did that&lt;br /&gt;Now all I want is just my stuff back&lt;br /&gt;Do you get that?&lt;br /&gt;Let me repeat that&lt;br /&gt;I want my stuff back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can send it in a box&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care just drop it off&lt;br /&gt;I won’t be home&lt;br /&gt;Cause without me, you know you’re lost&lt;br /&gt;Minus you I’m better off&lt;br /&gt;Soon you will know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re not livin’ till you’re livin’&lt;br /&gt;Livin’ with me&lt;br /&gt;You’re not winnin’ till you’re winnin’&lt;br /&gt;Winnin’ me&lt;br /&gt;You’re not gettin’ till you’re gettin’&lt;br /&gt;Gettin’ to me&lt;br /&gt;You’re not livin’ till you’re livin’&lt;br /&gt;living for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can try, you can try&lt;br /&gt;You know I know it’d be a lie&lt;br /&gt;Without me you’re gonna die&lt;br /&gt;So you better think clearly, clearly&lt;br /&gt;Before you nearly, nearly&lt;br /&gt;Mess up the situation that your gonna miss dearly, dearly&lt;br /&gt;C’mon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re not livin’ till you’re livin’&lt;br /&gt;Livin’ with me&lt;br /&gt;You’re not winnin’ till you’re winnin’&lt;br /&gt;Winnin’ me&lt;br /&gt;You’re not gettin’ till you’re gettin’&lt;br /&gt;Gettin’ to me&lt;br /&gt;You’re not livin’ till you’re livin’&lt;br /&gt;living for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the potential breakup song&lt;br /&gt;Our album needs just one&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby please&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the potential make-up song&lt;br /&gt;please just admit you’re wrong&lt;br /&gt;Which will it be?&lt;br /&gt;Which will it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Click Five&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Jenny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/SdI5kwlXcZ/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/SdI5kwlXcZ/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She calls me baby&lt;br /&gt;then she wont call me&lt;br /&gt;says she adores me&lt;br /&gt;and then ignores me&lt;br /&gt;(Jenny, What's the problem?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She keeps her distance&lt;br /&gt;and sits on fences&lt;br /&gt;puts up resistance&lt;br /&gt;and builds defenses&lt;br /&gt;(Jenny, Whats the problem?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You keep me hanging on the line&lt;br /&gt;everytime you change your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First you say you wont&lt;br /&gt;then you say you will&lt;br /&gt;you keep me hanging on&lt;br /&gt;but we're not moving on&lt;br /&gt;we're standing still&lt;br /&gt;Jenny, you've got me on my knees&lt;br /&gt;Jenny, It's killing me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She needs her own space&lt;br /&gt;she's playing mind games&lt;br /&gt;ends up at my place&lt;br /&gt;saying that she's changed&lt;br /&gt;(Jenny, what's the problem?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to read between the lines&lt;br /&gt;you got me going out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First you say you wont&lt;br /&gt;then you say you will&lt;br /&gt;you keep me hanging on&lt;br /&gt;but we're not moving on&lt;br /&gt;we're standing still&lt;br /&gt;Jenny, you've got me on my knees&lt;br /&gt;Jenny, It's killing me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ohh ohh ooohhhh)&lt;br /&gt;It's killing me&lt;br /&gt;(ohh ohh ooohhhh)&lt;br /&gt;It's killing me&lt;br /&gt;(ohh ohh ooohhhh)&lt;br /&gt;Jenny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First you say you wont&lt;br /&gt;then you say you will&lt;br /&gt;you keep me hanging on&lt;br /&gt;but we're not moving on&lt;br /&gt;we're standing still&lt;br /&gt;Jenny, you've got me on my knees&lt;br /&gt;Jenny, It's killing me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First you say you wont&lt;br /&gt;then you say you will&lt;br /&gt;you keep me hanging on&lt;br /&gt;but we're not moving on&lt;br /&gt;we're standing still&lt;br /&gt;Jenny, you've got me on my knees&lt;br /&gt;Jenny, It's killing me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's killing me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh been reading bittersweet rain- sandra brown.&lt;br /&gt;Thought provoking definitely. Very.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-7145152457226477271?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/7145152457226477271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=7145152457226477271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/7145152457226477271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/7145152457226477271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/10/it-took-too-long-it-took-too-long.html' title='It took too long, it took too long'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-7989538477256606940</id><published>2007-10-28T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T21:41:46.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prepare to Scream</title><content type='html'>Even though i never watch finish goong the first :) and am lazy to finish watching on the slow youtube server:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here it is, &lt;strong&gt;GOONG :D Princess Hours&lt;/strong&gt; (cherio and me swooned over the series)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b291/-chocoxue-/Goong202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW THE SEQUEL. THE SEQUEL LEHHHXx(why does this sound/look so twit) Z-OMG.&lt;br /&gt;GOONG S!! PRINCE HOURS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x99/boradori16/2006101708300471703.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd215/lord-jedi/Korean%20Drama%20OSTs/PrinceHours.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody should watch and love it! Yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh here's something random, my brother hates my jeans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School tomorrow. hi Lit Bio Math and Chineeese. I'm going to learn how to be a geek. My new specs should compliment this geek image. Imma a good kid:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;random number two&lt;/strong&gt;- the radio's playing: and it's alllbecauseof youuuuuuuuu,and it's allbecauseof you ooooohhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno how can june stand neyo's song. it's &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; repetitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;pic host: photobucket(blogger's imaging thing died. again, boooooo. :d)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-7989538477256606940?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/7989538477256606940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=7989538477256606940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/7989538477256606940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/7989538477256606940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/10/prepare-to-scream.html' title='Prepare to Scream'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd215/lord-jedi/Korean%20Drama%20OSTs/th_PrinceHours.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-5200033049448839844</id><published>2007-10-27T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T20:39:24.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll bring you direction</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;THE FIRST TIME&lt;/strong&gt;- borrowed that book from taahira the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost like Tuesdays with Morrie(on the ALS Lou Geigh's disease part), but less on the insights and philosophies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lousy childhood. husband's affair, ALS. mother ending her miserable life with morphine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she found love in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From her husband's &lt;em&gt;Lets pretend I love you&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;since you're dying;&lt;/em&gt; it became real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are who we pretend to be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From her daughter, who have always loved her and defended her when her husband quarrelled with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From her mother, she finally stopped calling her Martha, but Mattie for the first time in her life after she fed her the morphines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't say it was a great read. But it killed time for me. I should stop reading such books. they are making me cry a lot. And I cry because of fictionals not moving pictures on screens, moving pictures in my head. I think I'm getting too emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read tuesdays with morrie and I cried because it was so sad. This was worse cause martha's husband finally found love for her and she had to die of some horrible disease that will allow her to die by the shrinkage of her lungs and suffocating her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrible, isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just trying to read horribly sad novels to make my life look less horrible-sad. Comparing fictionals and reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need Differentiation. sounds like math. roar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-5200033049448839844?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/5200033049448839844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=5200033049448839844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/5200033049448839844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/5200033049448839844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/10/ill-bring-you-direction.html' title='I&apos;ll bring you direction'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-6880721830590354018</id><published>2007-10-27T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:20.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sentosa and vivo (mon, 22oct)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-2RJk5O7QE/Rx3_LvdY97I/AAAAAAAAA7w/GWwk9txr_HY/s1600-h/P1010033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124532528200873906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-2RJk5O7QE/Rx3_LvdY97I/AAAAAAAAA7w/GWwk9txr_HY/s320/P1010033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-2RJk5O7QE/Rx388vdY92I/AAAAAAAAA7I/0yegLBEG4R0/s1600-h/P1010029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124530071479580514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-2RJk5O7QE/Rx388vdY92I/AAAAAAAAA7I/0yegLBEG4R0/s320/P1010029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JUNE, HAZEL AND GANG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-6880721830590354018?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/6880721830590354018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=6880721830590354018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/6880721830590354018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/6880721830590354018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/10/sentosa-vivo.html' title='sentosa and vivo (mon, 22oct)'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-2RJk5O7QE/Rx3_LvdY97I/AAAAAAAAA7w/GWwk9txr_HY/s72-c/P1010033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-4277178662615652329</id><published>2007-10-14T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T21:31:46.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was just trying to find my way home</title><content type='html'>I thought I wouldn't give in to peer pressure and the temptations of blogging. Now the blog's not so &lt;em&gt;xu&lt;/em&gt;, because I'm getting so bored these days I can no longer stand it. I shall proudly declare, I stole raymond's laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been rotting. Yesss. I have been rotting.&lt;br /&gt;I have been rotting that I'm getting so lazy to do a lot of stuff. Like rc, I can't believe I'm sliding away from it now. I can't believe I'm letting the passion slip away from me. I don't know how to chase after it and get it all back. Yes, I admit I'm lazy. I'm a lazy person, and am not willing to do things now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite not blogging, I have survived(I shall emphasize again: I came here to kill time, to ease the boredom). From the post exam activities to going to kbox with liza and andy, jessie, to rotting at home, and screaming at my brother who hogs the computer, but no matter how he wouldn't budge, to reading books at bin's house, to coming to ben's house to watch him and my elder brother game and just sit down and watch(not them play) the sports channel. Yess, I watch the sports channel on cable tv. &lt;em&gt;What is becoming of me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad, I don't have the MTV channel, because the hk dramas are getting boring(yes sadly, all my korean dramas have ended with the female lead dying), and disney channel repeats their episodes like 3times a day?  So basically, if I do rot at home, I'm watching the same episode 3times all over again. Ha, Couch POTATO. And there is no food in the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound no less upset than I was when I was having my exams, don't I.&lt;br /&gt;Behhh, you think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading &lt;em&gt;Mitch Albom's For One More Day&lt;/em&gt; at bin's house the other day, I think it was inspirational, just like &lt;em&gt;The Five People You Meet In Heaven&lt;/em&gt;:) Meanwhile, I'm waiting for Taahira to lend me Tashlim's book, &lt;em&gt;bittersweet rain&lt;/em&gt;, and also &lt;em&gt;First&lt;/em&gt; *&lt;em&gt;Something&lt;/em&gt;(i don't remember the name of the book). Books are a wonderful resource to provide exposure and the greatest &lt;em&gt;escapadia&lt;/em&gt; you can ever find. Not &lt;em&gt;Text&lt;/em&gt;books though, with the exception of Literature of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, anyway, school is starting on Tuesday again. The cirriculum, and Extra cirriculum. Which respectively means, lessons, and redcross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM NOT COMING BACK ANYTIME SOON. DON'T ASK ME TO UPDATE OR I'LL KILL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-4277178662615652329?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/4277178662615652329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=4277178662615652329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/4277178662615652329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/4277178662615652329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-was-just-trying-to-find-my-way-home.html' title='I was just trying to find my way home'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-4460628817184260071</id><published>2007-09-24T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T19:21:54.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello love, I lied</title><content type='html'>I'm ditching chemisty for EYE. I love MOS(not ministry of sound laaa) I love Constantine=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm quitting this thing&lt;/strong&gt; =/ its so &lt;em&gt;tempting&lt;/em&gt; to come here and type something, anything, random rubbish. this evil thing is addictive and it makes you pour out your darkest secrets =x that doesn't make sense but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;where did all the hate for this blogggggg thing go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rhetorical. but ha, its back, i'm starting to hate this thing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha-ha, bye babeh, my blog=) no bugger, i'm not gonna miss you blog, you killed me once, twice, so many times, I'm leaving, I'm gonna kick this addictive habit of blogging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i prefer &lt;em&gt;cable tv&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;veoh tv&lt;/em&gt;, books like &lt;strong&gt;to have and to hold&lt;/strong&gt;, movies like Constantine:) I'm glad i hardly get bored now so i don't think a lot. &lt;em&gt;talk about keeping myself occupied, ha. oooooh, don't i sound really happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha too bad blog babeh, you're too &lt;em&gt;xu&lt;/em&gt;(shallow/boring) for me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bye world, really, i'm quitting this thing. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-4460628817184260071?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/4460628817184260071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=4460628817184260071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/4460628817184260071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/4460628817184260071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/09/hello-love-i-lied.html' title='hello love, I lied'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-3210135663409084463</id><published>2007-09-22T22:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T22:13:40.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no particular title</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;am not supposed to be here since i declared hiatus.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twice, i have shut this window&lt;br /&gt;trying to stop myself from typing all of these&lt;br /&gt;cause i always believed that there are things we should just keep in our hearts&lt;br /&gt;that's what bin have taught me&lt;br /&gt;and I argeed that keeping it in our hearts, that's enough already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but perhaps today i feel&lt;br /&gt;if i don't remember how i'm feeling today&lt;br /&gt;i will never learn from my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm sick of people patronising me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;shall stop here. it's enough for me to remember.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-3210135663409084463?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/3210135663409084463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=3210135663409084463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/3210135663409084463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/3210135663409084463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-particular-title_22.html' title='no particular title'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-4399710617432594405</id><published>2007-09-20T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T19:00:39.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>barely making it through</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;just came to declare: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;I'll be on a Hiatus after this post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;won't be blogging for a long time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams starting in a week's time&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't get started because I can't focus well&lt;br /&gt;it seems that when the days get closer and closer&lt;br /&gt;my concentration span seems to get shorter and shorter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weird headache's bugging me while i study&lt;br /&gt;the flu bug getting around in class; two sickly kids are sitting besides me&lt;br /&gt;the stomach and appetite not working well&lt;br /&gt;the braces are absolutely irritating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the best to all those taking end of year examinations&lt;br /&gt;all the best to people like barney who is taking a lvl prelims and is sick; get well soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am v angry w conduct rating. done so much, slogged our guts out for the unit; hold meetings, write minutes, plan camps, plan unit trainings, go for courses(got my knees injuried in evac modular ws: lost project ncos, ndp07. we all fell really sick because of the june camp and had to give up ulp), clear whatever kinds of shit lazy people dump on us, have to always fight and argue that we should have this and that. the world's not only about rules and following them. it's about flexibility. I am starting to wonder why am I doing so much. whatever. Only two more events left, year end camp, and fdc 08. a few more months more, and we will pass out from unit. I'm not giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a darker note,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled into the mirror, it was a lovely one, i bet it was&lt;br /&gt;but my reflection didn't smile back at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the water from the tap stops flowing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reflection; she will smile&lt;br /&gt;Someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as she is done with hiding&lt;br /&gt;the mirror will reveal;&lt;br /&gt;smiles and laughter&lt;br /&gt;that used to bear an uncanny resemblance&lt;br /&gt;to the Lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a better note,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;june shared this song w me; the song that was introduced to them during rcy ndp07. Yq sent the song to her and she sent it to me(: i think it's lovely. Yuan quan and cheng yeh and jessie is back :) taunting remarks tossed here and there. Since yq and june intro the song to me, shall put the lyrics here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;No Secrets- I'll Remember You&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been so long since we have touched&lt;br /&gt;I hope that things are still the same &lt;br /&gt;Hoping they will never change&lt;br /&gt;Cause what we had can't be replaced&lt;br /&gt;Don't let our memories fade away&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in your heart for always&lt;br /&gt;You made me believe that I could do almost anything&lt;br /&gt;You stood right by me through the tears, through everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember you&lt;br /&gt;And baby that's forever true&lt;br /&gt;You're the one that I'll always miss&lt;br /&gt;Never thought it would feel like this&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you no matter what you're going through&lt;br /&gt;In my heart you'll always be&lt;br /&gt;Forever baby I'll remember you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise you I won't forget the times we shared&lt;br /&gt;The tears we cried&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be the sun in my sky&lt;br /&gt;It may be fate that brings us back to meet again someday&lt;br /&gt;Even though we go separate ways&lt;br /&gt;You made me believe that I could do almost anything&lt;br /&gt;You stood right by me through the tears, through everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember you&lt;br /&gt;And baby that's forever true&lt;br /&gt;You're the one that I'll always miss&lt;br /&gt;Never thought it would feel like this&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you no matter what you're going through&lt;br /&gt;In my heart you'll always be&lt;br /&gt;Forever baby I'll remember you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the day should come when you need someone&lt;br /&gt;You know that I'll follow&lt;br /&gt;I will be there&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever let there be a doubt in your mind&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'll remember you, you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember you&lt;br /&gt;And baby that's forever true&lt;br /&gt;You're the one that I'll always miss&lt;br /&gt;Never thought it would feel like this&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you no matter what you're going through&lt;br /&gt;In my heart you'll always be&lt;br /&gt;Forever baby I'll remember you&lt;br /&gt;Forever baby, I'll remember you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodbye lovelies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-4399710617432594405?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/4399710617432594405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=4399710617432594405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/4399710617432594405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/4399710617432594405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/09/barely-making-it-through.html' title='barely making it through'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-7940778908446837839</id><published>2007-09-18T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T18:48:38.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus - Your Guardian Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;omt, this song's SUGAR! love the strumming of the acoustic guitar :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/bLbFnO7sZe/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/bLbFnO7sZe/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see your smile&lt;br /&gt;Tears run down my face I can't replace&lt;br /&gt;And now that I'm stronger I've figured out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How this world turns cold&lt;br /&gt;And breaks through my soul&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'll find deep inside me&lt;br /&gt;I can be the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never let you fall&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand up with you forever&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you through it all&lt;br /&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay, it's okay, it's okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seasons are changing and waves are crashing&lt;br /&gt;And stars are falling all for us&lt;br /&gt;Days grow longer and nights grow shorter&lt;br /&gt;I can show you, I'll be the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never let you fall&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand up with you forever&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you through it all&lt;br /&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're my, you're my, my&lt;br /&gt;My true love, my whole heart&lt;br /&gt;Please don't throw that away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm here for you&lt;br /&gt;Please don't walk away,&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me you'll stay, stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use me as you will&lt;br /&gt;Pull my strings just for a thrill&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'll be ok&lt;br /&gt;Though my skies are turning gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never let you fall&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand up with you forever&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you through it all&lt;br /&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never let you fall&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand up with you forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;Anyway if you can't play the imeen thing, refresh the page until you get it. HEAR IT LA. &lt;em&gt;I NEVER LIE&lt;/em&gt;, ITS AWESOME =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;liza wu gave me a pink straw heart which she found today, lol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this is random but&lt;br /&gt;if any of you sees me slouching like an old lady please kindly give a firm(not hard) slap to my back and straighten up my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;if any of you hear me saying "if i were you....." STOP ME cause i will just blab on and on and on based on the figment of my delusion which always does sound ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;If-I-Were-Yous don't sound realistic sometimes, in fact all the time for me =X so stop me.&lt;br /&gt;if any of you hear me shouting in class you will know that my very evil partner is jabbing my shoudlers &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;, so please call the police and save me =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you, very much appreciated:) lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-7940778908446837839?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/7940778908446837839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=7940778908446837839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/7940778908446837839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/7940778908446837839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/09/red-jumpsuit-apparatus-your-guardian.html' title='The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus - Your Guardian Angel'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-3938870832088212723</id><published>2007-09-17T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T20:00:52.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no particular title</title><content type='html'>Today Me and Rong have agreed that guys are insensitive ceatures and girls are delicate and sensitive because:&lt;br /&gt;1. they don't know how much a tiny little&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; might mean if they actually be nice and end it off w 2 dots instead of &lt;em&gt;one pathetic dot&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;no dot&lt;/em&gt; at all. We do feel irritated when there's none cause it shows an act of laziness plus utmost insincerity which we cannot really tolerate. Coda: A dot means a lot!!&lt;br /&gt;2. they like to be selective and choose certain questions to answer or don't answer any at all, that is: change topic. Absolutely irritating seriously.&lt;br /&gt;3. they think and assume we pms just because we have a pimple outbreak -.-&lt;br /&gt;4. they think oil don't really matter on their faces and they refuse to admit they are vainpotties as much as the ladies are when all they do all day is complain about their hair when they get a new haircut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol that's all we can come up w at the moment:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is not sexism. i'm just saying! =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to study now since I've been er dumping my books somewhere even though i have a fullproof plan/timetable to see me through my EYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screwed my chem prac today, i know how to do titration, but not the calculations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lit tea session was er dry. I meant my throat. those kids have to choose between Amath and Pure lit. and i want to go on a study trip(need 24 people more) to perth/uk so i talked my throat dry and ate swiss rolls and drank milk tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate ljs before going home :) &lt;strong&gt;and flash happily sneak up on me out of nowhere and gave me a bad scare!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-3938870832088212723?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/3938870832088212723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=3938870832088212723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/3938870832088212723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/3938870832088212723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-particular-title_17.html' title='no particular title'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-2184625070282600178</id><published>2007-09-15T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T14:19:41.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello goodbye</title><content type='html'>I said hello...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been wondering&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to disappoint abbie, I can't go w you to COS today. have fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how've you been.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad dreams :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I don't know you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;the above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;makes no sense!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SPREAD SOME LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-2184625070282600178?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/2184625070282600178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=2184625070282600178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/2184625070282600178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/2184625070282600178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/09/hello-goodbye.html' title='hello goodbye'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-4610886899725815997</id><published>2007-09-14T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T23:31:22.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO HUIHUI</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;11.29pm currently&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL SO GUILTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's huihui's birthday and i didn't wish her not until like 3 mins ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...i'm gonna type out the birthday song for her here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;happy birthday to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;happy birthday to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;happy birthday to hui hui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;happy birthday to youuuuuu :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry hui, you got to imagine me singing k? give you your present soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUCH MISSED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE HUI HUI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-4610886899725815997?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/4610886899725815997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=4610886899725815997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/4610886899725815997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/4610886899725815997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-birthday-to-huihui.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO HUIHUI'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-3392193811906543667</id><published>2007-09-14T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:21.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You. Yes YOU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/RuqfdU4c14I/AAAAAAAAAQs/UaW9zqbXxLU/s1600-h/DSC00759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110072053375752066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/RuqfdU4c14I/AAAAAAAAAQs/UaW9zqbXxLU/s320/DSC00759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MR CHIA: if you're lazy to write SEMICIRCLE. you can write it in short, "semi -draw a circle but must put a dot in the middle- if not the person might think its a zero"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"but if you think it's obscene then please don't be lazy and write SEMICIRCLE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/RuqfMU4c12I/AAAAAAAAAQc/XfZcep2CHuk/s1600-h/DSC00766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110071761317975906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/RuqfMU4c12I/AAAAAAAAAQc/XfZcep2CHuk/s320/DSC00766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/RuqfM04c13I/AAAAAAAAAQk/PT2-n23nzWc/s1600-h/DSC00754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110071769907910514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/RuqfM04c13I/AAAAAAAAAQk/PT2-n23nzWc/s320/DSC00754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/RuqemU4c11I/AAAAAAAAAQU/46GArveCq5g/s1600-h/DSC00749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110071108482946898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/RuqemU4c11I/AAAAAAAAAQU/46GArveCq5g/s320/DSC00749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;hello world, this is bryan who is sleeping during ce who is sleeping w his eyes "open"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/Ruqgu04c15I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/kxVEaRjQLfg/s1600-h/SMILE+BIG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110073453535090578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/Ruqgu04c15I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/kxVEaRjQLfg/s320/SMILE+BIG.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;sour smile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-3392193811906543667?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/3392193811906543667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=3392193811906543667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/3392193811906543667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/3392193811906543667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-yes-you.html' title='You. Yes YOU!'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/RuqfdU4c14I/AAAAAAAAAQs/UaW9zqbXxLU/s72-c/DSC00759.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-2673249872849286054</id><published>2007-09-13T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T21:02:13.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no particular title</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;to hell w the morality that is based on propostition that might is right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the coolest sentence i can think of today; not doing any work, as i realised i have difficulty concentrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screwed english oral today w my broken speech cus my mind was somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lots of cockups recently&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like how i realised i have been accused of something that i did not do and not know about it; not like me to be so oblivious. until the whole world knows about it then i know about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lots of misunderstandings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and leads to people looking at me in the wrong way. i can conclude i'm not well liked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lots of feelings of being scared&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cus i feel the night is dark and looks so unseen; the day after today might not be that pleasant; i dunno what to expect what to anticipate; i forgot how to live day by day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lots of screw ups in simple work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like doing up minutes and forgetting to send, or screwing up english oral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lots of emotional hits&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm out of control and am choking because of all these weird swings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lots of pain everywhere&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously think i'm dying since the place where the appendix is hurts and i hop on my right foot it really hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lots of disappointments&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in myself, in people; failed to reach my own expectations, and what people set of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lots of negativity/cynicality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i can't bring myself to thinkk positively; even after my dad showed me an article on positivity the other day and it had this cartoon pic of a tree and in its leaves its all the word "positive positive positive" its really cute but i can't bring myself to think of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lots of stress&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16more days to exams and i'm sitting here procrastinating and blogging. yes i know and i'm still doing it (shutup, everybody's feeling it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;which sums up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not feeling good&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lots of crying becus of the above factors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy people must really hate me now. wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;shutup and don't you dare call me emo =/ bugger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many many many many shitholes, however, why do i keep falling in the same old one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-2673249872849286054?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/2673249872849286054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=2673249872849286054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108881110437933730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/RuZkTUtbMqI/AAAAAAAAAQM/RT2jLvS3hOg/s320/lalalas.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I ranked 7 only becus I used the Calculator mode for the quadratic equations&lt;/strong&gt; =/ abigail is 6 cus she pressed her numbers faster than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;even though the sun's out again&lt;br /&gt;spread some love&lt;br /&gt;for love is a wonderful thing&lt;br /&gt;=/ i'm talking weird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I keep humming this song during math lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HSM 2- You're the Music In Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[KELSI]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Na na na na&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na yeah&lt;br /&gt;You are the music in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the words Once Upon A Time&lt;br /&gt;Make you listen&lt;br /&gt;There's a reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[KELSI AND GABRIELLA]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you dream there's a chance you'll find&lt;br /&gt;A little laughter or a happy ever after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[GABRIELLA AND TROY]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your harmony to the melody&lt;br /&gt;It's echoing inside my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[GABRIELLA]&lt;br /&gt;A single voice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Troy]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Single voice) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[GABRIELLA]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Above the noise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[TROY AND GABRIELLA]&lt;br /&gt;And like a common thread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[TROY]&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, you're pulling me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[GABRIELLA]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I hear my favorite song&lt;br /&gt;I know that we belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[TROY]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, you are the music in me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's living in all of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[GABRIELLA]&lt;br /&gt;And it's brought us here because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[TROY AND GABRIELLA]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because you are the music in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[TROY AND GABREILLA]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Na na na na (Ohh)&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na na&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah yeah (Na na na na)&lt;br /&gt;You are the music in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[GABRIELLA]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's like I knew you before we met (Before we met)&lt;br /&gt;Can't explain it (Ohh ohh)&lt;br /&gt;There's no name for it (No name for it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[TROY AND GABRIELLA]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm saying words I never said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[TROY]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And it was easy (So easy)&lt;br /&gt;Because you see the real me (I see)&lt;br /&gt;As I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[TROY AND GABRIELLA]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You understand&lt;br /&gt;And that's more than I've ever known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[GABRIELLA]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To hear your voice (Hear your voice)&lt;br /&gt;Above the noise (Ohh ohh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[GABREILLA AND TROY]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And no, I'm not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[GABRIELLA]&lt;br /&gt;Oh you're singing to me (Ohh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[TROY AND GABRIELLA]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I hear my favorite song&lt;br /&gt;I know that we belong (Yeah ohh)&lt;br /&gt;You are the music in me&lt;br /&gt;It's living in all of us&lt;br /&gt;And it's brought us here because&lt;br /&gt;You are the music in me&lt;br /&gt;Together we're gonna sing (Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;We got the power to sing what we feel (What we feel)&lt;br /&gt;Connected and real&lt;br /&gt;Can't keep it all inside (Ohh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[EVERYONE]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Na na na na (Ohh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na na (Ohh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah yeah (Na na na na)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[GABRIELLA]&lt;br /&gt;You are the music in me (In me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[EVERYONE]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Na na na na (Ohh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na na (Ohh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na&lt;br /&gt;You are the music in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I hear my favorite song (Favorite song)&lt;br /&gt;I know that we belong (We belong)&lt;br /&gt;You are the music in me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's living in all of us&lt;br /&gt;It's brought us here because (Here because)&lt;br /&gt;You are the music in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Na na na na (Ohh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na (Ohh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na&lt;br /&gt;You are the music in me (Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mandy Moore- Cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always remember&lt;br /&gt;It was late afternoon&lt;br /&gt;It lasted forever&lt;br /&gt;And ended so soon&lt;br /&gt;You were all by yourself&lt;br /&gt;Staring up at a dark gray sky&lt;br /&gt;I was changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;In places no one will find&lt;br /&gt;All your feelings so deep inside&lt;br /&gt;It was then that I realized&lt;br /&gt;That forever was in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;The moment I saw you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was late in September&lt;br /&gt;And I'd seen you before&lt;br /&gt;You were always the cool one&lt;br /&gt;But I was never that sure&lt;br /&gt;You were all by yourself&lt;br /&gt;Staring up at a dark gray sky&lt;br /&gt;I was changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to hold you&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to make it go away&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to know you&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to make your everything, alright&lt;br /&gt;I'll always remember...&lt;br /&gt;It was late afternoon&lt;br /&gt;in places no one will find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus 2xs Out]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I saw you cry&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to know you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i know i would have probably put this lyrics here before, but i feel like putting it again cus i really love this song even though its old and all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Howie Day- Collide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dawn is breaking&lt;br /&gt;A light shining through&lt;br /&gt;You're barely waking&lt;br /&gt;And I'm tangled up in you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm open, you're closed&lt;br /&gt;Where I follow, you'll go&lt;br /&gt;I worry I won't see your face&lt;br /&gt;Light up again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the best fall down sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Even the wrong words seem to rhyme&lt;br /&gt;Out of the doubt that fills my mind&lt;br /&gt;I somehow find&lt;br /&gt;You and I collide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quiet you know&lt;br /&gt;You make a frist impression&lt;br /&gt;I've found I'm scared to know I'm always on your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the best fall down sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Even the stars refuse to shine&lt;br /&gt;Out of the back you fall in time&lt;br /&gt;I somehow find&lt;br /&gt;You and I collide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the best fall down sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Even the wrong words seem to ryhme&lt;br /&gt;Out of the doubt that fills your mind&lt;br /&gt;You finally find&lt;br /&gt;You and I collide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You finally find&lt;br /&gt;You and I collide&lt;br /&gt;You finally find&lt;br /&gt;You and I collide&lt;br /&gt;&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/37530186-8184093339570040267?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/8184093339570040267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=8184093339570040267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/8184093339570040267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/8184093339570040267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-particular-title_11.html' title='no particular title'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/RuZkTUtbMqI/AAAAAAAAAQM/RT2jLvS3hOg/s72-c/lalalas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-1773393048463999290</id><published>2007-09-09T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:22.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pics(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/RuNbUktbMpI/AAAAAAAAAQE/OTuY-anZJVk/s1600-h/DSC00747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108026811377988242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/RuNbUktbMpI/AAAAAAAAAQE/OTuY-anZJVk/s320/DSC00747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; melisa, june, nurul, me, er.. aili's friend, aili (:&lt;br /&gt;i look damnnn &lt;strong&gt;weird&lt;/strong&gt; =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/RuNbGEtbMoI/AAAAAAAAAP8/FjpFsaX6L_U/s1600-h/DSC00748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108026562269885058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/RuNbGEtbMoI/AAAAAAAAAP8/FjpFsaX6L_U/s200/DSC00748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 3 idiots jay walking! er yu zun, kn and ken -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-1773393048463999290?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/1773393048463999290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=1773393048463999290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/1773393048463999290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/1773393048463999290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/09/pics.html' title='pics(:'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/RuNbUktbMpI/AAAAAAAAAQE/OTuY-anZJVk/s72-c/DSC00747.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-6082919975109158183</id><published>2007-09-07T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T17:42:50.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no particular title</title><content type='html'>I went shopping w my mum today:) lol i finish shopping already, stupid woman june is still shopping, and its gonna rain! lol and she dunno how to get to far east from taka! &lt;em&gt;ben nu ren! &lt;/em&gt;I spent like $80 plus =X damn bad, my mum didn't get to buy her stuff. I got my skinnies yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, reminder for &lt;strong&gt;june, kenneth, kn, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;yu &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zun(zachary)&lt;/strong&gt; who are going this Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminder for the volunteers at &lt;strong&gt;safra mount faber&lt;/strong&gt; for the &lt;strong&gt;lion's befrienders: &lt;/strong&gt;On the 8th Sept[Sat] :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting place is @&lt;br /&gt;Tiong Bahru Mrt Station, Control Station @ 3.45pm :)&lt;br /&gt;Attire: White Top w Jeans.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner: Is Provided :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait can't wait can't wait:) yays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i ripped this off fiona's blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is no. 7(hazel) the sexiest person in the world?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOLs. must* probably, yes xDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;what. don't believe me ah? go to: &lt;a href="http://simplified-fiona.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://simplified-fiona.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*typo la she, should be: most&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo woohoo woohooooo~&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIG SMILE =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;replies to tags:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiona#: hello you like to eat wols(walls) ice cream? yes right if not wont be so slow to actually try to trick me w this.. i know more tricks than you la small kid =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenneth: er. i bu fang bian to comment la =) lol i think it's a v good joke hor? :D see you tmr ah ken!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-6082919975109158183?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/6082919975109158183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=6082919975109158183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/6082919975109158183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/6082919975109158183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-particular-title_07.html' title='no particular title'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-8979653282507504805</id><published>2007-09-06T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T22:47:09.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no particular title</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I went &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;jogging:)&lt;/span&gt; w hui today; my knees almost broke and give way! =X&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to kenneth on the phone just now then i told him then he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kenneth: hello hello? who is this? am i talking to hazel? wheres the real one?&lt;br /&gt;me: -.-&lt;br /&gt;kenneth: why you suddenly go run?&lt;br /&gt;me: er cus i need to cut fats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;june say i siao :(&lt;br /&gt;qx say, "wah, running ah!"&lt;br /&gt;kn laughed -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my tian, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hui is&lt;strong&gt; crazy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. she took me along a super long route, from pending stn to bpp, then to the end of cashew rd, then to bp park, then to zhenghua park then back home. hui stamina v good hor? jog jog jog finish already still can sing song happily.. sing fanfan's wo men de ji nian ri.. oh man..She's trying to kill me only.. She's v good at running up slopes hor! :D And still dare suggest running one more round to bpp =/ and then say to me:&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "dunno whether you come from uniform group one or not, you in redcross right, redcross is save ppl, your stamina like so lan, more like ppl save you not you save people la..you quit la quit la"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;E-V-I-L&lt;/strong&gt; but then ended up after we ran we went to drink bubble tea-.- high glucose content, ran so much, all wasted. but hui hui is good company:) she will wait for me if i lag behind her =X lol. I shall sleep early, knees are going to hurt tomorrow=( maybe i should try something else, like swimming or what:) i know this sounds random but:&lt;strong&gt; I can't wait for the lion befrienders' event on this saturday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;replies to tags:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esther: Sorry to tell you the bad news.. &lt;strong&gt;You ARE SCARY&lt;/strong&gt;. Are you studying? why you never study ah! PRELIMS COMING RIGHT! HOW CAN! YOU HAVING A lvls right! go study go study! =X =X =X lol. you better do the quiz cus i tagged you k! dun you dare say i luo suo! :D for your own good! :D lol, yes la, you miss me a lot right, must be like hoping to bump into me again another day:)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Crystal: EVIL. I ALWAYS DIE AT LVL 6! WHY I ALWAYS GET BOMBED! :( and stop calling me tofu! mei da mei xiao! if not i will steal your psp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abigail: abbie, you not duck then you what? you want to be giraffe, opps i meant the zebra? but no la. you should cont to be your ducky k, you walk like one:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-8979653282507504805?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/8979653282507504805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=8979653282507504805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/8979653282507504805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/8979653282507504805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-particular-title_06.html' title='no particular title'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-5551529650012502931</id><published>2007-09-05T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T09:15:15.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun's out</title><content type='html'>List out the top 5 presents you wish for (not in order of importance):&lt;br /&gt;1. canon ixus!&lt;br /&gt;2. black skinnies&lt;br /&gt;3. smiles ard, everywhere, on everyone's face&lt;br /&gt;4. love:)&lt;br /&gt;5. the sun:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer the following questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who tagged you is:&lt;br /&gt;MELISA NEO TWEETY BIRD =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your relationship with her is:&lt;br /&gt;She's my tweety bird, great great great super cute rc senior :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your 5 impressions of Melisa&lt;br /&gt;1. She's really nice=)&lt;br /&gt;2. She got the compassionate spirit in her, it's really amazing to see her at her works of kindness:) it touches me sometimes&lt;br /&gt;3. Melisa always super encouraging one hor!&lt;br /&gt;4. Melisa also loves Unity RCY :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;5. She's really patient, especially when i was in sec1 i was this weird kid who bugged her to teach me footdrill :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most memorable thing she had done for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time she pass out from urcy, she wrote all of us a note:) and it was really sweet. that note of motivation brought me to who i'm today in urcy:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most memorable words she had said to you :&lt;br /&gt;"hazel ahhh... must practice more on your footdrill, you can do it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he/ she becomes your lover,you will:&lt;br /&gt;=) erm.. i will ... call her tweety bird everyday! LOL(i'm doing that everytime i see her anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he/ she becomes your lover, things he/ she has to improve on will be:&lt;br /&gt;er..stop calling me hazelnut/nutty, and she's gotta know i don't like to eat NUTS LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he/ she becomes your enemy, you will:&lt;br /&gt;cry :( its so sad, tweety and nutty gone :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he/ she becomes your enemy, the reason will be:&lt;br /&gt;tweetyb is not tweety bird anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most desired thing you want to do for him/ her now is:&lt;br /&gt;I want to meet up w her and talk and give her a big hug but i'm gonna get to see her this SATURDAY during the rc-cum-lion befrienders' event :D weeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your overall impression of him/ her is:&lt;br /&gt;SHES JUST SO CUTESY :D :D :D and she loves to squeal! but its okay, its cute =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you think people around you will feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;I'm biased =X i'm selective of the people i choose to be nice to:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The characteristic(s) you love of yourself is /are:&lt;br /&gt;erm.. I, am extremely against people who bully me or my friends&lt;br /&gt;I'm a v good adviser =X&lt;br /&gt;I can feel:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary, the characteristic (s) you hate of yourself is/ are:&lt;br /&gt;I'm TOO shallow like if i'm sad, happy, tired, angry, it shows on my face v evidently!&lt;br /&gt;I'm too soft... like... tofu -.-&lt;br /&gt;I think too much sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most ideal person you want to be is:&lt;br /&gt;nobody, don't want to be someone i'm not:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For people that like and care for you, say something to them:&lt;br /&gt;HUGS :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass this quiz to 10 people(by alphabet!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bin&lt;br /&gt;2. Cheryl(cherio)&lt;br /&gt;3. esther(barney)&lt;br /&gt;4. hui hui :D&lt;br /&gt;5. june&lt;br /&gt;6. kenneth&lt;br /&gt;7. kingnee&lt;br /&gt;8. liza&lt;br /&gt;9. wirda&lt;br /&gt;10. yan hwai yhan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is No. 6 having a relationship with? (kenneth)&lt;br /&gt;ooohhh... kenneth is single now lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is No. 9 a female or male? (Wirda)&lt;br /&gt;female:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If No. 7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing? (kn &amp; hyhan)&lt;br /&gt;erm.. one's my rc chairperson one's my pri sch bestfriend.. -.- they dunno each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about No. 8 and 5? (june &amp;amp; liza)&lt;br /&gt;THEIR SIZES, HEIGHTS, EVERYTHING IS PROPORTIONAL :D omg if they are together they will be like TWIN TOWERS :D so cool:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is No. 2 studying about? (cherio)&lt;br /&gt;i know cheryl takes up pyschology in aussie! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you had a chat with No.3? (esther)&lt;br /&gt;the other day barney took a train and i bumped into her and we got off at yew tee together and her last words to me was: HAPPY TRAINING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of music band does No. 8 like? (liza)&lt;br /&gt;I dunno =x lol, liza likes the sentimental recently! like Elliot Yamin's Wait For You and Mandy Moore's Cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. 1 has any siblings? (bin)&lt;br /&gt;yes an older sister and she's my cousin as well :D LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you woo No. 3? (esther)&lt;br /&gt;NO! BARNEY IS SCARY!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about No. 7? (kingngee)&lt;br /&gt;kingngee is nice, but no, not possible -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is No. 4 single? (hui hui)&lt;br /&gt;erm she's single yes:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the surname of No. 5? (june)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAI&lt;/strong&gt; CUO CUO JUNE (cus she lai zhang everytime... bluff-er)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XU&lt;/strong&gt; RONG RONG JUNE (that's her chinese surname)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KOCK&lt;/strong&gt; RONG RONG JUNE (that's what the hq people love to call her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la.. its KOH (potassium hydroxide? whatever. hate chem!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the name of No. 10? (hwai yhan)&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS SO LAME. i can remember last year mr ng was asking yuanquan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr ng: yuan quan whats your name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it the same! okay, YAN HWAI YHAN :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the hobby of No. 4? (hui hui)&lt;br /&gt;hui hui love to prank call me, love singing, dancing, eating, sleeping, love chalets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do No.5 and 9 get along well? (june &amp; wirda)&lt;br /&gt;wirda: june let me pinch your cheek&lt;br /&gt;june: orh okok&lt;br /&gt;wirda: *squeals* yay i pinched your cheek june!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? duhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is No. 2 studying at? (cherio)&lt;br /&gt;SOME WHERE IN SOUTH AUSSIE? :( she used to be at mgs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk something casually about No. 1?(bin)&lt;br /&gt;bin is my nice cousin who never fails to stand behind me everytime if i fall but he enjoys pushing me into holes or drains and scare the hell out of me and i love his advices cus he always makes sense:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you tried developing feelings for No. 8? (julie)&lt;br /&gt;liza's my nu'er&lt;br /&gt;she loves me&lt;br /&gt;so i love lizzie too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does No. 9 live at? (wirda)&lt;br /&gt;yt, and i think she's wishing she stayed somewhere near me right....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What colour does No. 4 likes? (hui hui)&lt;br /&gt;hui hui loves black&lt;br /&gt;loves red(i love red too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are No. 5 and 1 best friends? (bin &amp;amp; june)&lt;br /&gt;got once june was studying at my hse, and bin thought i was in my room when i wasn't so he opened the door and screamed "BOOOOO!" into my room then june got a shock lol.. they dun really know each other but i think that was a memorable experience for both of them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does No. 7 like No. 2? (cherio &amp;amp; kn)&lt;br /&gt;No. one's in sg, the other in aussie, they dunno each other :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you get to know No. 2? (cherio)&lt;br /&gt;she's my pri sch friend:) we got to know each other ever since p5?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does No. 1 have any pets? (bin)&lt;br /&gt;dun have, but he loves mocha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is No. 7 the sexiest person in the world? (kn)&lt;br /&gt;LMAO x 4830947039729042 times! &lt;strong&gt;GOOD JOKE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bored that I'm actually doing this, oh my tian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun's out today, am happy to see it :) lol, i lost my wallet early in the morning and didn't go for chem lesson for like the first 35minutes cus i had to report lost and everything but when i reached home just now i realised some kind soul found it back and gave it back to my bro cus my address was inside, like yay cus the rc room keys were inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to dorcas and abbie the duck who prayed for me if they remembered that is(even if they didn't thanks for that thought) cus after i told them..they were like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abbie: then how?&lt;br /&gt;dorcas: abbie lets pray for her k!&lt;br /&gt;abbie: yes hazel we will pray for you!&lt;br /&gt;me: LOL why you all so funny one!&lt;br /&gt;abbie and dorcas: *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spread some love :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-5551529650012502931?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/5551529650012502931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=5551529650012502931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/5551529650012502931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/5551529650012502931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/09/suns-out.html' title='Sun&apos;s out'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-4975507984316097468</id><published>2007-09-05T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T00:11:45.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it never rains, but pours</title><content type='html'>this is not an emotional entry. its just about the rain:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mornings are cold recently&lt;br /&gt;sun's never out&lt;br /&gt;never see it out&lt;br /&gt;never get to feel its warmth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dumb rainy season&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the nights are worse&lt;br /&gt;colder&lt;br /&gt;more empty&lt;br /&gt;the moon feels cold&lt;br /&gt;and don't get to see it often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the night sky is often almost&lt;br /&gt;dark dark and still dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;spread some love&lt;/em&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to chase the rain, cold, dark gloomy skies away. i miss the sun, hoping for it to come out tomorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-4975507984316097468?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/4975507984316097468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=4975507984316097468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/4975507984316097468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/4975507984316097468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-is-not-emotional-entry.html' title='it never rains, but pours'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-5753578823187142170</id><published>2007-09-04T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T22:42:23.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no particular title</title><content type='html'>Wirda said many mean things to me today, but i can't remember any of the things she said that was mean to me!!!!  =/ why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha. Selective Memory =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today rong, me, yq, and like three quarter of the class asked mr chia to end his math lesson like 5 minutes early, cus we wanted to pon chinese class; after math we just grabbed our stuff and ran out of class... ran like super fast past the staffroom for fear that the chinese teacher will suddenly come out =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opps, today before the start of training i was happily playing crystal's psp and i finally cleared that round after so many times, i threw my fist in &lt;em&gt;Yu&lt;/em&gt; Zun's face =x SORRY ZACH i was just too engrossed =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;replies to tags:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal~ you not my eyecandy... Your PSP is my eyecandy!! you better watch out... i will steal it when i have the time. wahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MujI~ shoo shoo..I don't sell tofu here!!!! lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-5753578823187142170?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/5753578823187142170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=5753578823187142170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/5753578823187142170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/5753578823187142170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-particular-title.html' title='no particular title'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-553679840648972604</id><published>2007-09-03T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T23:25:20.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisa Loeb- Stay</title><content type='html'>This song is top on my list now everytime i turn on my walkman:) heard it by chance on bin's phone the other day and i found it nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/URtJFFHBPm/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/URtJFFHBPm/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say I only hear what I want to&lt;br /&gt;And you say I talk so all the time-so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought what I felt was simple&lt;br /&gt;And I thought that I don't belong&lt;br /&gt;And now that I am leaving&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that I did something wrong cause I missed you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I missed you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you say I only hear what I want to&lt;br /&gt;I don't listen hard&lt;br /&gt;I don't pay attention to the distance that you're running or to&lt;br /&gt;Anyone, anywhere&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand if you really care&lt;br /&gt;I'm only hearing negative, no no no - bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I turned the radio on I turned the radio up&lt;br /&gt;And this woman was singing my song&lt;br /&gt;The lover's in love and the other's run away&lt;br /&gt;The lover is crying cause the other won't stay&lt;br /&gt;And some of us hover when we weep for the other who was dying&lt;br /&gt;Since the day they were born, well&lt;br /&gt;Well this is not that&lt;br /&gt;I think that I'm throwing but I'm thrown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought I'd live forever but now I'm not so sure&lt;br /&gt;You try to tell me that I'm clever but that won't take me anyhow&lt;br /&gt;Or anywhere with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you said that I was naive&lt;br /&gt;And I thought that I was strong&lt;br /&gt;I thought "hey I can leave, I can leave"&lt;br /&gt;But now I know that I was wrong cause I missed you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said "You caught me cause you want me&lt;br /&gt;And one day I'll let you go"&lt;br /&gt;You try to give away a keeper or keep me cause you're know&lt;br /&gt;You're just too scared to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you say, "Stay"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say I only hear what I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumped into esther maam/barney on the train =x lol:) you missed me didn't you barney? yes right:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-553679840648972604?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/553679840648972604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=553679840648972604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/553679840648972604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/553679840648972604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/09/lisa-loeb-stay.html' title='Lisa Loeb- Stay'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-4766436985638721953</id><published>2007-08-31T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:22.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no particular title</title><content type='html'>Please stop calling me Tofu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Crystal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you want me go take picture w &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;khudaifi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; infront of you? =) he's &lt;em&gt;YOUR eyecandy&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;june&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;marcus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kenneth ho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; please stop calling me tofu as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop jabbing me at my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: ouch&lt;br /&gt;marcus: i just jab a bit only then you are like crumbling already&lt;br /&gt;june: yea lor brittle bones&lt;br /&gt;kenneth ho: hahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;me: shuddup kenneth ho, you TWIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MujI&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; don't start on calling me tofu! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy teacher's day to all teachers in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/Rtgf20tbMkI/AAAAAAAAAPc/XO7W49x2zsM/s1600-h/DSC01210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104865204347023938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/Rtgf20tbMkI/AAAAAAAAAPc/XO7W49x2zsM/s400/DSC01210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mr S who teaches chem, Mr Arul who teaches bio, mdm nor who's our form teacher, ms lim for lit and english with the weird smile on her face which is supposed to look like the cartoon on her shirt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ms lim was funny.&lt;br /&gt;ms lim: is there any significance to the colours of the cake?&lt;br /&gt;me: erm... it's brazil? ms lim ahhhh... not everything got hidden meaning one laaa..&lt;br /&gt;ms lim: nononononono i was just asking mah *cheeky smile*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-----&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-4766436985638721953?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/4766436985638721953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=4766436985638721953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/4766436985638721953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/4766436985638721953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/08/please-stop-calling-me-tofu.html' title='no particular title'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/Rtgf20tbMkI/AAAAAAAAAPc/XO7W49x2zsM/s72-c/DSC01210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-7928882877891842391</id><published>2007-08-29T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:23.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm happy, don't ruin it :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/RtVdCEtbMhI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i5jneINdp_Q/s1600-h/Smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104088042899714578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/RtVdCEtbMhI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i5jneINdp_Q/s400/Smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Am happy cus' i passed first interview, got into second interview. results of second interview will be out either this week or the next. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/RtVdCUtbMiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/ZgB-UvYd9dQ/s1600-h/Smile_by_engelvleugels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104088047194681890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/RtVdCUtbMiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/ZgB-UvYd9dQ/s400/Smile_by_engelvleugels.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also happy for &lt;strong&gt;certain reasons&lt;/strong&gt;. *super big grin* =D x 890802344 times!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-7928882877891842391?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/7928882877891842391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-3285442016405487197</id><published>2007-08-27T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:24.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Astrologers (weekly@astrocenter.com)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Please Yourself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;The only way you can please some people is to act in a way that is not in your own best interest, hazel, and if you do that, you will sell yourself short.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;On Tuesday, the Full Moon Lunar Eclipse takes place in your sign of Pisces and your sector of self, and you will realize that it is a big mistake for you to live your life on someone else's terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you give up your dreams in order to live someone else's fantasy of what your life should be, you will be very unhappy indeed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To be true to yourself and to please yourself means that you do not think, feel or behave in a way that someone else wants you to.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;=/*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Keep in mind that not everyone has your best interests at heart, and people have reasons of their own for wanting you to go in a certain direction. Those reasons may be jealousy, envy, or resentment. Once you understand that you are your own best guide, guru, and mentor, you will learn to listen to your own inner voice. &lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;After all, you always have the very best supporter you can ever find in your own corner, and that person is yourself. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes I just hope these astrology/horoscope thing isn't accurate. maybe it's just much of a coincidence that these predictions often tell the deepest contradictions/mixed feelings of what's inside of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interview tomorrow. Scared like what only! :( oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna do some interview "homework" first!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I'm addicted to this! I don't really watch korean dramas =) but this is damn cool. nope, it's &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; the kind of you-sign-contract-with-me-and-you-shall-marry-me-for-a-hefty-sum-of-money drama. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/RtKs9EtbMdI/AAAAAAAAAOk/WYao8DMGTVU/s1600-h/photo27898.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103331493000458706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/RtKs9EtbMdI/AAAAAAAAAOk/WYao8DMGTVU/s400/photo27898.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/RtKt7UtbMeI/AAAAAAAAAOs/arKrfpKdJC4/s1600-h/photo27959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103332562447315426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/RtKt7UtbMeI/AAAAAAAAAOs/arKrfpKdJC4/s400/photo27959.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think he looks&lt;strong&gt; nice&lt;/strong&gt; =) *dingding* hahahaha i know &lt;strong&gt;maycee&lt;/strong&gt; loves this type of shuai guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/RtKt7ktbMfI/AAAAAAAAAO0/IONWfeksPTU/s1600-h/photo27960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103332566742282738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/RtKt7ktbMfI/AAAAAAAAAO0/IONWfeksPTU/s400/photo27960.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And even though i don't really like her in the show for her really haughty attitude(it's really really irritating), she's pretty =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/RtKt7ktbMgI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Gxbe0jr5heo/s1600-h/photo28039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103332566742282754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/RtKt7ktbMgI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Gxbe0jr5heo/s400/photo28039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"The Snow Queen"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No, it doesn't take up much of my time =) lol! it's only on air like on sunday afternoon for a few hours! It's really sweet and it's the type of drama that gets you really really emotionally involved that it pratically drains you cus it's so sad/happy/weird that you feel really tired after the show ends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lol. Nevermind. I feel like that after watching it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ending off w:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/RtKjlEtbMbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/dD5trODJqCs/s1600-h/Sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103321185078948274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/RtKjlEtbMbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/dD5trODJqCs/s320/Sad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-3285442016405487197?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/3285442016405487197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=3285442016405487197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/3285442016405487197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/3285442016405487197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/08/astrologers-weeklyastrocentercom.html' title='Astrologers (weekly@astrocenter.com)'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/RtKs9EtbMdI/AAAAAAAAAOk/WYao8DMGTVU/s72-c/photo27898.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-5237304620095898427</id><published>2007-08-24T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T18:21:40.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no particular title</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;j a c k a s s&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these while i have done a pretty great job on deceiving myself, and people ard me, the only thing i'm focused in doing is to drive any memories of you out of my life, all these while trying to drive you out of my sight, avoid talking to you, tell everybody and even you that i hate you for the things you have done to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's not working, becus i didn't expect this will come and hit me like some cruel cold tidal wave. it's never quite the same, even though i m still breathing, still living, still eating, almost immune already.......not sleeping well these few nights though =/ i'm at a lost of what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Where should i go now. i have no choice but to go w the flow.&lt;/em&gt; it's been long enough. and i shall continue to pretend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-5237304620095898427?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/5237304620095898427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=5237304620095898427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/5237304620095898427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/5237304620095898427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/08/no-particular-title_24.html' title='no particular title'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-8492288943657556420</id><published>2007-08-24T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T21:58:28.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You whine and complain a lot</title><content type='html'>The other day I was filling in the CV template for the Japanese Exchange Trip so that I can reply to the VDD(HQ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was like typing halfway, then the last question was like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Special Talent&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play any musical instrument?&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I wrote: Piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second question got me stuck,&lt;br /&gt;Any others? (Please specify)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked my brother if I had any special talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he was like, "What's special talent, in what sense?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I said, "like singing, or dancing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You CAN'T sing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Er, i'm not aspiring to be a singer? still got what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You bitch a lot"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I mean, you Whine. A lot. Don't you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er, Congratulations to KURT AND JUNE for getting into unity idol finals! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeremy's asking me to church. =/ random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;replies to tags:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qx: haha! will keep you updated ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bin: yessss. it's your elevation thing. just that edit a bit, we go slow, then suddenly fast forward. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esther: it is? -.- lol makes us sound WHITE like pillars. but duhhhhhh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal: haha. is it that fun to spell my name backwards ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been living with a shadow overhead &lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping with a cloud above my bed &lt;br /&gt;I've been lonely for so long &lt;br /&gt;Trapped in the past, I just can't seem to move on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hiding all my hopes and dreams away &lt;br /&gt;Just in case I ever need em again someday &lt;br /&gt;I've been setting aside time &lt;br /&gt;To clear a little space in the corners of my mind &lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love &lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love &lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching but the stars refuse to shine &lt;br /&gt;I've been searching but I just don't see the signs &lt;br /&gt;I know that it's out there &lt;br /&gt;There's got to be something for my soul somewhere &lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for someone to shed some light &lt;br /&gt;Not just somebody just to get me throught the night &lt;br /&gt;I could use some direction &lt;br /&gt;And I'm open to your suggestions &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love &lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love &lt;br /&gt;And if I open my heart again &lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm hoping you'll be there for me in the end &lt;br /&gt;There are moments when I don't know if it's real &lt;br /&gt;Or if anybody feels the way I feel &lt;br /&gt;I need inspiration  Not just another negotiation &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love &lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love &lt;br /&gt; And if I open my heart to you &lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping you'll show me what to do &lt;br /&gt;And if you help me to start again &lt;br /&gt;You know that I'll be there for you in the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-8492288943657556420?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/8492288943657556420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=8492288943657556420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/8492288943657556420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/8492288943657556420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-whine-and-complain-lot.html' title='You whine and complain a lot'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-6193314734068416449</id><published>2007-08-22T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T19:40:35.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LMAO</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;To my dearest friend Kenneth,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO(otherwise pronounced as le-mao/leng-mao) = LAUGH MY ASS OFF. it's not = LAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another weird guy who has problem w shortforms! &lt;strong&gt;OLWS&lt;/strong&gt;!!! =) if you can't read that, you are really SLOW. like ENUJ(read backwards)! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Wah today Kenneth do preaching seh. then we hear already, all stunned! v long never hear/see kenneth so happy until ROFL! laugh until stomach pain somemore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;#20320;&amp;#32456;&amp;#20110;&amp;#24320;&amp;#31373;&amp;#20102;!! &amp;#20026;&amp;#20320;&amp;#24863;&amp;#21040;&amp;#39640;&amp;#20852;!!! &amp;#25105;&amp;#20204;&amp;#35828;&amp;#20102;&amp;#19977;&amp;#24180;&amp;#37117;&amp;#27809;&amp;#29992;&lt;/span&gt;, got professional talk to you, then counts meh? AFTERALL, all the things we say to you are all the same as what the person said, isn't it!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I know LAME. so let's do the elevation thing of jaw drop? cannot fast forward!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chilled at Yew Tee Mac w fellow PILLARS of RC aka june, kenneth, kingngee, (ah ha! sec1s, dun think we dunno all of you are calling us "4PILLARS OF RC") after NCOs meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking about CORN and dabians -.- stop calling me ak maam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was feeling kinda sad today, considering I haven't been sleeping well the past few nights, but chilling at mac w these 3pillars was great! today's chemistry test, TOTALLY NO INTERGRITY =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and my overall amath results for this term is 19%! F9 again! but i got improvements in my emath, from c6 to a b3~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go and dig out hilter and stalin notes for my hist test tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves and tas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS/ GOOD LUCK/ALL THE BEST TO KURT AND JUNE FOR UNITY IDOL AUDITION TOMORROW :D :D :D june, please OPEN your mouth and sing, dun be lazy and bite your teeth together! :D :D :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-6193314734068416449?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/6193314734068416449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=6193314734068416449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/6193314734068416449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/6193314734068416449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/08/lmao.html' title='LMAO'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-2043217265821423521</id><published>2007-08-21T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T22:26:32.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When</title><content type='html'>When you get tired of typing long posts&lt;br /&gt;When you get tired of typing long emotional draining posts about how you're feeling&lt;br /&gt;When you get tired of typing long emotional draining posts of the many things in your mind&lt;br /&gt;When you get tired of typing long emotional draining posts of the things that you do not want to tell anybody cus you don't think there is a need to and these things are significant, yet insignificant to you at the same time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it's something that I should write and pen down somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I ought to possess some kind of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;discipline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(learning it from rcy) to do my things and to keep my mind detached so that I can focus better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;However, I was Wrong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:115%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&amp;#20004;&amp;#22836;&amp;#19981;&amp;#38752;&amp;#23736;。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-2043217265821423521?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/2043217265821423521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=2043217265821423521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/2043217265821423521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/2043217265821423521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/08/when.html' title='When'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-2816821812908315489</id><published>2007-08-19T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:24.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no particular title</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/RsgXJUtbMaI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fX6YUUyns-0/s1600-h/Copy+of+P1010021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100352026942583202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/RsgXJUtbMaI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fX6YUUyns-0/s320/Copy%2Bof%2BP1010021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;just for updates&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won 2nd in west, for FAC. proud of them, proud of us :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;urcy will not die.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;replies to tags:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESTHER: haha. you. love. me. right. LOL! dun lie! you never sterilise at all! bet you're hugging your bottle everynight and sleep right!!! HAHAHA LOVE ME TOO MUCH LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bin: i swear nvr use my profile view. no more CMI for you! LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-2816821812908315489?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/2816821812908315489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=2816821812908315489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/2816821812908315489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/2816821812908315489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/08/no-particular-title_19.html' title='no particular title'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/RsgXJUtbMaI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fX6YUUyns-0/s72-c/Copy%2Bof%2BP1010021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-9210550761977822775</id><published>2007-08-17T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T22:39:26.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paper Thin Facade</title><content type='html'>FAC;&lt;br /&gt;all the best(know it's late, but just want to blog this out)&lt;br /&gt;even though i m casualty(shadn't complain, should be glad to have the experience soon in another... less than 12hours) really hope that you all have understood what i taught today, and hope tomorrow you guys will put it to use!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most impt: mechanism of injury. I said like 10over times today, RTA victims, or fall from height victims, two words for them only: don't move. wear gloves, double gloves if open facture! report everything you are doing to the judge (: cerebal fluid, battle signs, racoon's eye.... just. hope you guys remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have faith in june, she's the best ic you people have ever got (: not being subjective cus she's my bestie, but just. SHE AND HER FIRST AID IS DAMN COOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) those not in FAC. dun be disheartened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's just.....chionggggg and win smth :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-9210550761977822775?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/9210550761977822775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=9210550761977822775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/9210550761977822775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/9210550761977822775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/08/paper-thin-facade.html' title='Paper Thin Facade'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-2479022022614134740</id><published>2007-08-16T20:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:24.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will float and not die</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/RsRe3UtbMZI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ILgeZWRmPHo/s1600-h/licensetowed_posterbig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099304982635295122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/RsRe3UtbMZI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ILgeZWRmPHo/s320/licensetowed_posterbig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; caught this movie w rongrong, yq, and cy today. the theatre was like not even 1/4 filled. and the people sitting in front of us have totally no sense of humour, irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hilarious; the never-to-fart(part) ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw barney at jp! :D&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;em&gt;dun worry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you won't hear me talking at all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;after all, it's not my cue to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody doing CMI stuns now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;disappointed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let's just pray everything will go back to normal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe this is the time, where by i should check my method of handling things. I'm not always right, and neither are all of you, admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liza i know i blog a lot =) haha. will cut down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-2479022022614134740?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/2479022022614134740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=2479022022614134740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/2479022022614134740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/2479022022614134740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/08/no-particular-title_16.html' title='I will float and not die'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/RsRe3UtbMZI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ILgeZWRmPHo/s72-c/licensetowed_posterbig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-3425108386512463817</id><published>2007-08-16T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T17:48:41.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Chem</title><content type='html'>Mr S, looking ard the class: where's hazel?? she's not here today ah?&lt;br /&gt;me: Hiiii -.- I'm here *waves right infront of his nose*&lt;br /&gt;Mr S: why are you sitting there?&lt;br /&gt;me: Errr. Cus jasper's not here today and I can't hear you from the back?&lt;br /&gt;Mr S: You CAN'T HEAR ME FROM THE BACK?? *frowns*&lt;br /&gt;me: Err. Ya, and I cannot concentrate when I sit there, I will end up sleeping, so i moved to the front lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last five minutes of lesson:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr S: let's take for instance, june and hazel are chemicals. and hazel oxidises june. so what happens to hazel? she will lose ions. then what happens to june?&lt;br /&gt;Me: She grows? *sianed* cus I shrink mah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a B4 for Lit. =/ but at least not a 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Replies to tags:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bin~ haha. dun worry. this time won't anyhow le, won't like last time time management poor (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-3425108386512463817?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/3425108386512463817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=3425108386512463817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/3425108386512463817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/3425108386512463817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/08/in-chem.html' title='In Chem'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-7629180633148636702</id><published>2007-08-15T23:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T23:29:51.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RCY Jap exchange Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;YESSS THE TRIP OPENED UP TWO MORE SLOTS INSTEAD OF ONE ONLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though got 30 ppl going for it, but....... MUST FIGHT AND TALK CHIM!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-7629180633148636702?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/7629180633148636702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=7629180633148636702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/7629180633148636702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/7629180633148636702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/08/rcy-jap-exchange-trip.html' title='RCY Jap exchange Trip'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-7070497054472761868</id><published>2007-08-15T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:25.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When it's all full of Shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/RsLgMqFq-0I/AAAAAAAAANs/YoBAuDf_4hk/s1600-h/DSC00662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098884236197952322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/RsLgMqFq-0I/AAAAAAAAANs/YoBAuDf_4hk/s320/DSC00662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think my handwriting's exceptionally neat? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a to-do list cus I felt that I was side tracking and procrastinating again. It was then I realised that I had a lot of unimportant and of course important things to do. Like homework and remembering Sin and Cos and Tan -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweet was from gabriel, who walked around during chinese class and giving out sweets to people and he keeps calling me mean -.- he almost drove the chinese teacher who we-don't-know-what-her-name-is crazy; he didn't but jasper did. LOL damn evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an high A for English!!!!! FINALLY :D after like getting B4s consecutively for like 3terms! YESSS. hope I don't screw up the Editting test; but I seriously doubt I will :D I'm surprised by the results :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amath homework :) Mr C is being evilll -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/RsLgM6Fq-1I/AAAAAAAAAN0/XqB9PTUrIAo/s1600-h/DSC00661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098884240492919634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/RsLgM6Fq-1I/AAAAAAAAAN0/XqB9PTUrIAo/s320/DSC00661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/RsLgNaFq-2I/AAAAAAAAAN8/DfkeQhkvegg/s1600-h/DSC00660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098884249082854242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/RsLgNaFq-2I/AAAAAAAAAN8/DfkeQhkvegg/s320/DSC00660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and these are stupid formulas to remember which I'm really lazy to, but if I don't I will continue failing amath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taahira(no it's not your fault, ms L didn't remind us =D ) told me there wasn't a lit test today, everybody thought don't have! then i didn't study, then I sat for it, and I dunno if it will turn out well =/ but hopefully &lt;strong&gt;"inside Shit can find Gold"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept in Mr S. lesson today for like three quarter of it! I cannot stand his &lt;em&gt;woice&lt;/em&gt;(voice)!!!!! He DRONES on like really irritating sometimes high pitch, then low pitch, and it's chemical eqns and Bryan and Marcus say I sleep v scary -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had RedC meeting today, finally like after so many weeks we couldn't have any meetings cus of ndp trainings. Made them do a copy of their roles and responsibilities. Proabably they think it's lame to do so, but then it's to keep everybody on track since we have only like a few more months in URCY and we have been sidetracking and wasting time and slacking ever since so long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lion befrienders' having another event for us to go and volunteer and have fun: 8 Sep, 3-9pm, safra mount faber =) CRYSTAL! interested? LOL it will be fun definitely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work's piling up, I have RedC proposals to start on again, home visit next friday, First Aid Comp training this friday which I have to pass on the HYSS' notes and info to them so that they can perform on the First Aid Comp this Sat, which is didi's birthday. And i'm regretting that I let Ms F put me on CASUALTY list =/ which means I won't be able to perform first aid but let ppl perform first aid on me, and i have to put weird makeup =/ x 10000000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donno whether Ms F's gonna approve of the camp's orbat chart and will let us hold a 4D3N one :) Hopefully she does, and then i will be adviser and admin ic -.- which is gonna taxing, but who cares~ it will be after the exams already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth T. says he can't make it for the camp, hope he will change his mind and try to make it cus it will be our last camp for them and we are giving it our best shot. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh not forgetting dinner w qx sir on friday! all of us =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chill assholes. I'm going to do my homework now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will Reply Tags another day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-7070497054472761868?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/7070497054472761868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=7070497054472761868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/7070497054472761868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/7070497054472761868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/08/when-its-all-full-of-shit.html' title='When it&apos;s all full of Shit'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/RsLgMqFq-0I/AAAAAAAAANs/YoBAuDf_4hk/s72-c/DSC00662.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-3885596450767450531</id><published>2007-08-13T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T23:43:43.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not everytime I get something like this</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M TURNING&lt;br /&gt;NOCTURNAL!!! :O OMT BUBSHIT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-3885596450767450531?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/3885596450767450531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=3885596450767450531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/3885596450767450531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/3885596450767450531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-not-everytime-i-get-something-like.html' title='It&apos;s not everytime I get something like this'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-7131790962294722363</id><published>2007-08-13T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:47:25.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now, how does that sound?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/RsBh1aFq-yI/AAAAAAAAANc/mj9DxjX3bd8/s1600-h/DSC00010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098182348347472674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/RsBh1aFq-yI/AAAAAAAAANc/mj9DxjX3bd8/s320/DSC00010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my ripples and hui's converse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brown's the colour =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went to JEC to watch &amp;#19981;&amp;#33021;&amp;#35828;&amp;#30340;&amp;#31192;&amp;#23494;(Secret) w rongrong. Something's wrong w the lightings -.- would have gone to GV if there was time slots. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/RsBh16Fq-zI/AAAAAAAAANk/2bACGjDIrzQ/s1600-h/DSC00656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098182356937407282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/RsBh16Fq-zI/AAAAAAAAANk/2bACGjDIrzQ/s320/DSC00656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie's pretty touching, but not enough to make people cry =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;as the red drop of blood dripped on the white piano key of the old grand piano, the desperation, could be heard in the piece as the fingers worked vigourously on the white and black keys...now, the last note hit; he walked 108steps from the music room to the classroom(like how she used to do), at first sight,he sees her. And only her, and only she could see him. But it didn't matter. And they could never part again as the prophecy states. Not that it was a sad thing that the old grand piano was destroyed- Something that binded their destiny together.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friggin' Sweet. Magical. Sadly, &lt;U&gt;Fictional&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love JAYY&lt;/strong&gt; ..Shall stop dreaming and hu si luan xiang and study. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-7131790962294722363?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/7131790962294722363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=7131790962294722363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/7131790962294722363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/7131790962294722363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/08/now-how-does-that-sound.html' title='Now, how does that sound?'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIT0L4ZK_5Q/RsBh1aFq-yI/AAAAAAAAANc/mj9DxjX3bd8/s72-c/DSC00010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-342973378021635304</id><published>2007-08-12T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T10:16:11.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you believe in fate?</title><content type='html'>Since so long ago, people have stopped asking that question to me, and I somehow lost my answer to it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think why certain people's path are crossed even though they are not gonna be entwined for the rest of their lives. maybe they are important cus they are what that makes us grow. and we thrive, and grow on pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bin told me last night: fate will bring us all to the correct person. even if we missed our chance yesterday, today, tomorrow... somehow, in the future. the person will come back. no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took his advice. and am glad for his advice, cus it seems that everytime i get myself into a hole he's the one trying to pull me out, or maybe even trying to stop me from dropping into the hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have embedded, changed routines, and now I have to switch back to the normal routine, but I have quite forgotten what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have a good sleep last night. I hardly closed my eyes to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fighting, struggling, pushing it all away. It didn't seem to be so hard. Why is it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to pursue. I'm letting all of it go. And see if it comes back to me ultimately. If it doesn't. It means that's not the correct piece, the correct fit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-342973378021635304?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/342973378021635304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=342973378021635304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/342973378021635304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/342973378021635304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/08/do-you-believe-in-fate.html' title='Do you believe in fate?'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-3215987754954148514</id><published>2007-08-12T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T01:05:30.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>paperbag, anybody?</title><content type='html'>Hyperventilating. Goodmorning people. It's currently 1:04am now. and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nice bin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has 'wasted' 3 meaningful smses on me. which i'm v grateful for it/and to him :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-3215987754954148514?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/3215987754954148514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=3215987754954148514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/3215987754954148514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/3215987754954148514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/08/paperbag-anybody.html' title='paperbag, anybody?'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37530186.post-6103534115625738874</id><published>2007-08-11T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T22:33:50.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry and thank you :)</title><content type='html'>To gary, my dearest nice brother ever since I was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for lending me your laptop, and letting me rob you of your 'LIFE' for these 4days for EXCEPTIONAL LONG HOURS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not touch it after my hols end le w hich is on MONDAY  :D so that you can "rape" and "own" people in your WOW game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thanks ah garyy =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37530186-6103534115625738874?l=thishazel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/feeds/6103534115625738874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37530186&amp;postID=6103534115625738874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/6103534115625738874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37530186/posts/default/6103534115625738874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thishazel.blogspot.com/2007/08/sorry-and-thank-you.html' title='Sorry and thank you :)'/><author><name>Hazel T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
