<?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-6665846119764051688</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:17:46.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eleven : fifty nine</title><subtitle type='html'>the future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>purple danielle</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>116</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665846119764051688.post-8935756248332920152</id><published>2008-10-02T11:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T14:33:16.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I havent blogged in about a month.&lt;br /&gt;I've lost my interest to blog here too - maybe it has something to do with the need for the option of privacy on some posts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be blogging elsewhere. I'll link you up asap and let you know of the changes in msn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252439551679446786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SORp8ZIQvwI/AAAAAAAAAuo/YbIs97TjAwM/s320/JK2845-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/6665846119764051688-8935756248332920152?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/8935756248332920152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=8935756248332920152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/8935756248332920152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/8935756248332920152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-havent-blog-in-about-month.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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/_60Eceh5q5vU/SORp8ZIQvwI/AAAAAAAAAuo/YbIs97TjAwM/s72-c/JK2845-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665846119764051688.post-6656135761920442795</id><published>2008-08-17T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T21:18:29.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its crazy sometimes when we just want to leave the country we are staying in cause of what it is.&lt;br /&gt;climate, people, a "better future". but we fail to realise that this aint so bad to what we think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after watching a documentary on youtube (after hearing abt it from my colleague), i became more appreciative of where i am - infront of my computer in the comforts of my home knowing that i can hang out in town one day this week, freely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your country is runned by a dictator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you bow to his photo wherever you go - home, on the street, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have a 60 metre bronze statue of your country's leader in the city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the books you read and only can are probably writen by your leader's father. - no harry potter. what's harry potter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO INTERNET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CELL PHONES ARE BANNED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you sing songs of praise about your leader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are SERIOUSLY CUT OFF FROM THE OUTSIDE WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats north korea for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the documentary showed this nobel doc who went there to cure patients from cataracts. when they could finally see after like 35 years, who would you thank?&lt;br /&gt;you would say your doctor right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no, the first thing they ALL did was to thank their leader for curing them by bowing in front of his photo and shout praises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh!&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/6665846119764051688-6656135761920442795?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/6656135761920442795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=6656135761920442795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/6656135761920442795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/6656135761920442795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-crazy-sometimes-when-we-just-want.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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-6665846119764051688.post-8294954476693488150</id><published>2008-07-29T20:35:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:48:27.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Before the weekend even arrived, I would not have even guessed that I would be spending both days - sat &amp;amp; sun - at the same location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On sat, it was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ruth's birthday&lt;/span&gt; held at timbre.&lt;br /&gt;some random photos of that day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BIRTHDAY GIRL HAHHAAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228424016808433122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SI8X8SD81eI/AAAAAAAAAg8/yvriVFYSpV4/s400/IMG_0106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228423596178944066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SI8XjzGEMEI/AAAAAAAAAg0/Ujv96mzN6qU/s400/IMG_0086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228424238669772498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SI8YJMj0NtI/AAAAAAAAAhE/1tax9hjzqpA/s400/IMG_0119.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228424579374288274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SI8YdByGjZI/AAAAAAAAAhM/RwUymH3GMCk/s400/IMG_0121.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228426078535260866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SI8Z0Sl7msI/AAAAAAAAAhg/02ZtnUaqSA4/s400/jessncass.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228426451077443426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SI8aJ-a6L2I/AAAAAAAAAho/bRbfLywWwGU/s400/IMG_0143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I went to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228419485816111426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SI8T0izMwUI/AAAAAAAAAfs/H_2W-fMCCwI/s400/armenian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;woohoo! &amp;amp; i got to see &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DAUGHTRY&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lucky for cheryl &amp;amp; I, we got to actually sit down during the boring parts. ..on averagely comfy sofas (anything will do!)..during the other bands performances before he came on... if not,we be moshing with the crowd...or "feel pressured" haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when daughtry came on, we stood right in front!!! but the freaking camera man kept blocking our view during our fave parts! (can be seen in pics below!! AH!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my pixelated pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228419899348245442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SI8UMnU8W8I/AAAAAAAAAf0/EoXqSb7WkoI/s400/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228420295289746450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SI8UjqUwNBI/AAAAAAAAAf8/NDzMqbBc0os/s400/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228421317344046034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SI8VfJxfK9I/AAAAAAAAAgU/p_x3Ke5MPaY/s400/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228421183275486034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SI8VXWVDS1I/AAAAAAAAAgM/ZbSMVYciCRk/s400/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228420930938142322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SI8VIqTI_nI/AAAAAAAAAgE/kLGDUC8BxFw/s400/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228421779847431010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SI8V6Eu4w2I/AAAAAAAAAgc/pSJbsLduww4/s400/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;look familiar? haha&lt;br /&gt;and the pics the pr co sent... taken on that night! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228423053157794738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SI8XEMLvA7I/AAAAAAAAAgs/NAOWwro4AEg/s400/Chris_on_stage.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228422496108708274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SI8WjxA4gbI/AAAAAAAAAgk/3_ubmzGyAAk/s400/Daughtry_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;(cheryl, are u screaming?!?hahah)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;VIDEOS!!! (hopefully it works! anyway, here are SOME! havent upload all yet! :D)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you prob hear a lot of vibration sounds...bass from their big speakers speakers?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;one of the earlier bands... played fix you! not bad. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FQrpjeVT3XU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FQrpjeVT3XU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you prob see the camera man blocking the way!!! argh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FEELS LIKE TONIGHT&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6upifzvlbrQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6upifzvlbrQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OVER YOU&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M6RwvrVh15k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M6RwvrVh15k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HOME!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0BOa1dU5i6c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0BOa1dU5i6c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&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/6665846119764051688-8294954476693488150?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/8294954476693488150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=8294954476693488150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/8294954476693488150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/8294954476693488150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2008/07/before-weekend-even-arrived-i-would-not.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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/_60Eceh5q5vU/SI8X8SD81eI/AAAAAAAAAg8/yvriVFYSpV4/s72-c/IMG_0106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665846119764051688.post-3193593968949513584</id><published>2008-07-18T20:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:48:27.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If the pr co. guy keeps his word, in a week i will be seeing him!!!!!!!! pls pls. i cant wait for the tixs to be in my hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224334529014500306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SICQkw23i9I/AAAAAAAAAfk/8L6tPRemv60/s400/ChrisDaughtry2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SICQeNc4ToI/AAAAAAAAAfc/GGGQKpvdSGM/s1600-h/daughtry_by_clinch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224334416431042178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SICQeNc4ToI/AAAAAAAAAfc/GGGQKpvdSGM/s400/daughtry_by_clinch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q8A2FaHhc3c"&gt;MY FAVE SONG THAT I WILL NEVER EVER GET SICK OF! ITS BEEN A YEAR SINCE THE SONG CAME OUT AND I STILL WITHOUT FAIL LISTEN TO IT EVERY SINGLE DAY! CLICK CLICK.&lt;/a&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/6665846119764051688-3193593968949513584?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/3193593968949513584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=3193593968949513584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/3193593968949513584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/3193593968949513584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2008/07/if-pr-co.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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/_60Eceh5q5vU/SICQkw23i9I/AAAAAAAAAfk/8L6tPRemv60/s72-c/ChrisDaughtry2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665846119764051688.post-8985270197653703067</id><published>2008-07-03T20:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T20:46:56.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;#1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last fri I went to the toy fest and had a terrible time there even if my friends were having a ball of a time.&lt;br /&gt;the whole day, I just felt so drained out as I lacked enough of proper sleep.&lt;br /&gt;my colleague even pointed out, "you know, since you started here, your eye bags and dark eye rings has gotten worse"&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yea, I noticed.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to last fri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when i was walking home, all moody and glum...&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, there was a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;flying cockroach&lt;/span&gt; that flew so loudly past me! barely even 1cm on my right!&lt;br /&gt;the first thing i did was turn around and RUN!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; after the naked man incident, i started to avoid that path back home.&lt;br /&gt;but i didnt care and just ran along that path.&lt;br /&gt;after i stopped, i laughed loudly to myself and kept smiling cause i had no idea who was watching me.&lt;br /&gt;and that was the first smile that was on my face in the past 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;#2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on monday, i went to a boys school (its a good school where there is a rumour commonly known to convent girls that all the handsome boys come from) to interview a 15 year old sports player.&lt;br /&gt;the taxi man brought me to the ground floor and i was like "isnt this the carpark?! its like courts tamp! where is the main gate??"&lt;br /&gt;"i dont know..i drop you here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i stepped out and walked towards the security guard.&lt;br /&gt;"excuse me how do i get to the pool?"&lt;br /&gt;"second floor"&lt;br /&gt;"the main office?"&lt;br /&gt;"fourth floor"&lt;br /&gt;"what!? fourth floor? so if i want to take get out through the main gate i must go to the fourth floor?!"&lt;br /&gt;"no you come back down this level"&lt;br /&gt;"and what is this level? the carpark level? basement?"&lt;br /&gt;"no. level 1, miss."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i waited for the lift. and i noticed smt while waiting and thought to myself "why are there girls loitering in a boys schoool!?!?!? what kind of pervy despo girls are they??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i went to level 2 - pool where i needed to be.&lt;br /&gt;and i walked aimlessly around the level which was not big enough for a pool.&lt;br /&gt;"excuse me, where is the pool?"&lt;br /&gt;"you have to go thru the toilet."&lt;br /&gt;"TOILET?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i walked to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;girls on the left, boys on the right.&lt;br /&gt;i stood in the middle like as though i was in dilema.&lt;br /&gt;i entered the female toilet "my gawd! why do they need a huge toilet for girls when its a boys sch!??!"&lt;br /&gt;and i saw the staircase to the pool TO THE THIRD LEVEL.&lt;br /&gt;they so need to ammend their signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, so i met the boy and the coach and was waiting for the photog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this is the slightly funny part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i got a new hp, i still was not used to the functions.&lt;br /&gt;so i was trying to call the photog when i ACCIDENTLY pressed to the camera AND SNAPPED A PIC OF THE BOY WAIST DOWN IN HIS TRUNKS!&lt;br /&gt;i tried cancelling badly but it wasnt working!! and quickly threw the hp in my bag.&lt;br /&gt;and obviously i deleted it later!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was telling my colleague about this and she kept laughing about it and said along the lines of&lt;br /&gt;"eh whats with you and this monday interview with the boy with trunks!! now they will start to think this kid mag has perverts running it!!"&lt;br /&gt;muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665846119764051688-8985270197653703067?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/8985270197653703067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=8985270197653703067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/8985270197653703067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/8985270197653703067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2008/07/1-last-fri-i-went-to-toy-fest-and-had.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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-6665846119764051688.post-6501351708379337523</id><published>2008-06-22T14:48:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:48:32.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GUESS WHERE WE WENT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHERE WE ARE AT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214596663951710162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SF34CanHV9I/AAAAAAAAAfM/oOXZzqvLjZc/s400/Photo0028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214596149720339442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SF33ke8zU_I/AAAAAAAAAe8/OxAzwR0AHc4/s400/Photo0025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, we went on it! :D&lt;br /&gt;we took the 6.30pm flight and it was great timing as we got to see lots of stuff BESIDES just kallang + spore river + marina bay scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214597661829371746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SF348f_sF2I/AAAAAAAAAfU/kpUrTv_FF2g/s400/flyer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; off we go...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214595205949687666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SF32tjIWB3I/AAAAAAAAAeE/prtyYzSHDFI/s400/Photo0013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the top (:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214595918532759730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SF33XBtY0LI/AAAAAAAAAes/Wh7zoCe0m9w/s400/Photo0037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we got to see a little of the USUAL STUFFS that happens during national day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the flag flying&lt;br /&gt;the formation made by the army&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214595514679023826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SF32_hPJ2NI/AAAAAAAAAeU/41Y8Otwz4q0/s400/Photo0033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214595776528859810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SF33OwtBQqI/AAAAAAAAAek/87_kcesgShM/s400/Photo0034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214595655893855922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SF33HvTZLrI/AAAAAAAAAec/ODh7avStUBE/s400/Photo0035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this pathetic trail thing in the cloud suppose to be when you know the aeroplanes during the parade fly off really really loudly and go their seperate ways thingy. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SF33dtgayKI/AAAAAAAAAe0/IfHpmzTGKoY/s1600-h/Photo0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214596033368737954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SF33dtgayKI/AAAAAAAAAe0/IfHpmzTGKoY/s400/Photo0038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; oh at the left hand corner at the pixelated pic along the river banks you can see the men getting ready to fire. harhar!&lt;br /&gt;you can actually feel the vibrations in the cabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214595345514856050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SF321rDRfnI/AAAAAAAAAeM/HC5K3MQQe7g/s400/Photo0017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more of us in the cabin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SF32k1BWprI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Ast-a99jT9U/s1600-h/Photo0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214595056133383858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SF32k1BWprI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Ast-a99jT9U/s400/Photo0039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SF32aPnPDUI/AAAAAAAAAd0/xABDFUyRs0o/s1600-h/Photo0043(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214594874293030210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SF32aPnPDUI/AAAAAAAAAd0/xABDFUyRs0o/s400/Photo0043(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SF32JTfG-ZI/AAAAAAAAAdk/blDdPpVMo6Y/s1600-h/Photo0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214594583274912146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SF32JTfG-ZI/AAAAAAAAAdk/blDdPpVMo6Y/s400/Photo0044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SF32BIkgBrI/AAAAAAAAAdc/TKYvy3asnrI/s1600-h/Photo0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214594442905781938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SF32BIkgBrI/AAAAAAAAAdc/TKYvy3asnrI/s400/Photo0046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and you thought that was the highlight of the day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WELL, WE SAW &lt;strong&gt;FOUR&lt;/strong&gt; PPL FALL DOWN TODAY!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;first, there was this little girl who fell in the cabin. okay, when we saw, it was like "omg! so poor thing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but then, when we were checking out the souveniors, another kid rolled down the slope! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"whats up with these kids falling down!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then walking to marina sq, a man who looks 50 years, fell forward as his walking stick was slightly unstable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE LAST ONE GOT US ROARING IN UNCONTROLLABLE FITS inside macs in ms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A GUY WALKED OUT OF MACS AND SLIPPED AND FELL ON &lt;strong&gt;ORANGE&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;VOMIT&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we are not mean girls okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6665846119764051688-6501351708379337523?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/6501351708379337523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=6501351708379337523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/6501351708379337523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/6501351708379337523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2008/06/guess-where-we-went-guess-where-we-are.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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/_60Eceh5q5vU/SF34CanHV9I/AAAAAAAAAfM/oOXZzqvLjZc/s72-c/Photo0028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665846119764051688.post-8919857011865625133</id><published>2008-06-14T11:53:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:48:34.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, this blog entry is going to make me sound so sixteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always read gossip girl books and I knew about the series but I didnt really bother about it until recently when my colleague asked me whether i wanted to read one of her gossip girl books first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i did and fell "in love" with the character Nate. AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N i decided to give the series a chance and just watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i was hoooked on it for days. rushing home after work to watch 5 series in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if the book's plot is completly different from the series, its still GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know in OC and OTH, there is ONLY ONE guy that you would like. like either seth of ryan.&lt;br /&gt;or nate or lucas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first ep of GG, I was like DAN IS SO CUTE! ADORABLE! FUNNY N DORKY! just like seth. as the episodes went on, NATE IS SO HANDSOME! n then CHUCK BASS, the jackass who actually has a heart.&lt;br /&gt;so you end up liking ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE, SO SIXTEEN!&lt;br /&gt;GO WATCH GG!&lt;br /&gt;As good as one tree hill. BETTER than OC?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PENN BADGELY - DAN (he is the bro of john tucker must die!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211581213573735154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SFNBgGkpYvI/AAAAAAAAAdU/FDdjt8gaieQ/s400/E_PennBadgely_325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SFNBYYh0hgI/AAAAAAAAAdM/ygc7aaDc5jA/s1600-h/dan-humphrey-pic_426x640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211581080954766850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SFNBYYh0hgI/AAAAAAAAAdM/ygc7aaDc5jA/s400/dan-humphrey-pic_426x640.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATE NATE! the guy with the man bangs. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SFNBRz132LI/AAAAAAAAAdE/ISQja95qJBo/s1600-h/chace_crawford.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211580968027543730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SFNBRz132LI/AAAAAAAAAdE/ISQja95qJBo/s400/chace_crawford.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SFNBL3x4OOI/AAAAAAAAAc8/_R3Y7H_VKiA/s1600-h/210806_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211580866005317858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SFNBL3x4OOI/AAAAAAAAAc8/_R3Y7H_VKiA/s400/210806_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; CHUCK BASS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D :D&lt;br /&gt;i LOVE his bad boy look. better than ryan from OC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SFNA3o8vzNI/AAAAAAAAAcs/V3bd6FnyO9M/s1600-h/chuck2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211580518426987730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SFNA3o8vzNI/AAAAAAAAAcs/V3bd6FnyO9M/s400/chuck2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SFNAwpRZ-pI/AAAAAAAAAck/67s0BceEt9M/s1600-h/chuck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211580398254553746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SFNAwpRZ-pI/AAAAAAAAAck/67s0BceEt9M/s400/chuck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211580646740836146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SFNA_G9JvzI/AAAAAAAAAc0/WenBGg0BdwQ/s400/chuck-nate-gossip-girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HE IS SMiLING AT ME! andyou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HARHARHAR&lt;br /&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/6665846119764051688-8919857011865625133?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/8919857011865625133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=8919857011865625133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/8919857011865625133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/8919857011865625133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2008/06/okay-this-blog-entry-is-going-to-make.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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/_60Eceh5q5vU/SFNBgGkpYvI/AAAAAAAAAdU/FDdjt8gaieQ/s72-c/E_PennBadgely_325.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665846119764051688.post-8859443853056474185</id><published>2008-06-08T20:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T21:23:57.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAIRY ISSUES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, at night, when i was going back home, I saw something unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happily walking back home on my usual route from the lrt station and was talking on the phone to ruth about our plans with the usual gang for the next day, sunday (today).&lt;br /&gt;About 1 meter away, i looked up, and i saw a man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)upper body naked&lt;br /&gt;2)lower body - pants at his knees&lt;br /&gt;3)penis exposed&lt;br /&gt;4)penis erected&lt;br /&gt;5) hairy bush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was like "omg!! there is a naked man ruth!! naked!! there is a naked man ruth!! naked!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;and i bet it was damn loud enough for the naked man to hear cause my estate can be pretty quiet.&lt;br /&gt;ruth was like, "huh! naked?! are u sure!!"&lt;br /&gt;"yes!!! so hairy!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i u-turned around back and walked a gigantic circle around the block of flats just to get home.&lt;br /&gt;i was so freaked out since yesterday that when i came home today, i took the gigantic circle back home again.&lt;br /&gt;where the man popped out was from a secluded CORNER on the ground floor. usually the new flats has those "mini" balconies at the master bedrooms for the aircon and those "mini" balconies faced the kitchen service balconies. so it creates a small hiding space.&lt;br /&gt;he just stepped out with his pants to his knees!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moment i reached home, i called my mum. she laughed like mad on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;and i called my ex-colleague who stays like next to that block i saw the naked dude.&lt;br /&gt;and we laughed like mad and she thought the guy was at her block.&lt;br /&gt;somewhere our convos was misscommunicated till she went, "WHAT!! YOU SAW HIM SNIFFING MY UNDIES?!?!" (as she lives on the ground floor.)&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665846119764051688-8859443853056474185?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/8859443853056474185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=8859443853056474185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/8859443853056474185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/8859443853056474185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2008/06/hairy-issues-yesterday-at-night-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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-6665846119764051688.post-1221636548604849963</id><published>2008-06-04T20:25:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:48:37.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208002862585193586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SEaLAqWbpHI/AAAAAAAAAa8/1-_Ckwuaahw/s400/IMG_7560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pei shan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'s 21st birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;brewerkz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had lots of fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208003266312119426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SEaLYKWbpII/AAAAAAAAAbE/b58VoBxvQsk/s400/IMG_7567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;i think she was &lt;em&gt;paiseh&lt;/em&gt;? uhh, nahhhh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208003622794405010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SEaLs6WbpJI/AAAAAAAAAbM/8T6Zhebzpv4/s400/IMG_7572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208006775300400370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SEaOkaWbpPI/AAAAAAAAAb8/R3pY8jwcPlM/s400/IMG_7596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208006182594913506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SEaOB6WbpOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/GddpS1rMnoE/s400/IMG_7638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208012577801217330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SEaT2KWbpTI/AAAAAAAAAcc/fbjbEVeBtmI/s400/IMG_7616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SEaNTKWbpNI/AAAAAAAAAbs/-_7VmosEb5Y/s1600-h/IMG_7650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208005379436029138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SEaNTKWbpNI/AAAAAAAAAbs/-_7VmosEb5Y/s400/IMG_7650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SEaM5aWbpMI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Qe8mIJ-53-A/s1600-h/IMG_7653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208004937054397634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SEaM5aWbpMI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Qe8mIJ-53-A/s400/IMG_7653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208007230566933762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SEaO-6WbpQI/AAAAAAAAAcE/CXXzapOkG9g/s400/IMG_7607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we were off to another part of clarke quay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll upload MORE photos later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;prob those that were taken with ps friend's camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe it would have us playing the games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208004043701200034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SEaMFaWbpKI/AAAAAAAAAbU/Et7aU1gBn88/s400/IMG_7688.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208009867676853538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SEaRYaWbpSI/AAAAAAAAAcU/r-dKmgLuJ5U/s400/IMG_7692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;bringin' sexy back! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208004477492896946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SEaMeqWbpLI/AAAAAAAAAbc/eujLN1GrQx8/s400/IMG_7675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's end off with the birthday girl's MEOW pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208008076675491090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SEaPwKWbpRI/AAAAAAAAAcM/DYo1Y2G9r4c/s400/IMG_7694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&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/6665846119764051688-1221636548604849963?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/1221636548604849963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=1221636548604849963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/1221636548604849963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/1221636548604849963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2008/06/pei-shan-s-21st-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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/_60Eceh5q5vU/SEaLAqWbpHI/AAAAAAAAAa8/1-_Ckwuaahw/s72-c/IMG_7560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665846119764051688.post-269759918154409926</id><published>2008-05-31T23:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:48:37.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>besides the men in my family, &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is the most important man in my life right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206572127374517346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SEF1w6WbpGI/AAAAAAAAAa0/VME0-wNddsk/s400/31898.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206571981345629266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SEF1oaWbpFI/AAAAAAAAAas/KS4LboHSOLg/s400/29431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im blogging cock obviously you should know cause he does not even know who I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe thats the problem i've been facing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;dont mind me, I've been in the shittiest mood lately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;crying in the middle of the night SUDDENLY cause I was thinking of someone's death even though she does not even know me but I know exactly who she is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was easily angered since yesterday morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think its the hormones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6665846119764051688-269759918154409926?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/269759918154409926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=269759918154409926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/269759918154409926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/269759918154409926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2008/05/besides-men-in-my-family-this-is-most.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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/_60Eceh5q5vU/SEF1w6WbpGI/AAAAAAAAAa0/VME0-wNddsk/s72-c/31898.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665846119764051688.post-8189781125746297473</id><published>2008-05-28T17:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:48:39.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today had a photoshoot &amp;amp; also had to interview two kids about the latest kids exhibition at national museum.&lt;br /&gt;below, hazeem on the left...sticking out his tongue.&lt;br /&gt;he was so funny! he even gave direction to the photog on what pose he should do next! lol.&lt;br /&gt;dont play play. he is from a super good school and attends art camps!&lt;br /&gt;both of them including marcus on the right, appeared in our previous issues before.&lt;br /&gt;H was telling us that he became famous in school after he appeared! we just laughed. so cute lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was the one who called me AUNTY a few months ago for another shoot.&lt;br /&gt;as my name was too long and hard to remember, he went&lt;br /&gt;"err aunty, when is my turn?"&lt;br /&gt;"EH! dont call me aunty!"&lt;br /&gt;a mother heard this and says, "call her kakak lah!"&lt;br /&gt;"she not my sister. i cant call her that!"&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205353258605585426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SD0hNaWbpBI/AAAAAAAAAaM/0rTzNq1nHiU/s400/Photo0075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205353786886562882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SD0hsKWbpEI/AAAAAAAAAak/fATd7PePwdM/s400/Photo0084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;below is marcus cute little sister&lt;br /&gt;who cried and cried last month when it was her turn to take photos.&lt;br /&gt;but today she was all smiles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SD0heKWbpDI/AAAAAAAAAac/v3BBABw0Nnw/s1600-h/Photo0094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205353546368394290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SD0heKWbpDI/AAAAAAAAAac/v3BBABw0Nnw/s400/Photo0094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and that is my colleague!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SD0hVaWbpCI/AAAAAAAAAaU/yLi5GfAaToM/s1600-h/Photo0096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205353396044538914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SD0hVaWbpCI/AAAAAAAAAaU/yLi5GfAaToM/s400/Photo0096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, tmr have another photoshoot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yawnn.&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/6665846119764051688-8189781125746297473?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/8189781125746297473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=8189781125746297473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/8189781125746297473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/8189781125746297473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2008/05/today-had-photoshoot-also-had-to.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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/_60Eceh5q5vU/SD0hNaWbpBI/AAAAAAAAAaM/0rTzNq1nHiU/s72-c/Photo0075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665846119764051688.post-2726276811915695999</id><published>2008-05-18T14:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T15:59:48.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just watched August Rush on dvd&lt;br /&gt;and its really not bad! I was expecting some boring show but it turned out to be good!&lt;br /&gt;with music and it was really touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only i knew how to play the guitar..&lt;br /&gt;if only i could play as good as him even though he also doesnt know how to exactly play the guitar the right way..&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sN0c_egqXAM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sN0c_egqXAM&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is good and funny!&lt;br /&gt;wait for the guy with the broom to come out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FlqrxWFlvOw&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FlqrxWFlvOw&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665846119764051688-2726276811915695999?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/2726276811915695999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=2726276811915695999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/2726276811915695999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/2726276811915695999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-just-watched-august-rush-on-dvd-and.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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-6665846119764051688.post-3292020644689071563</id><published>2008-05-14T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:48:39.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay let me clear out the wedding pics first (cause i still have other photos to upload!)&lt;br /&gt;got these recently.&lt;br /&gt;like its never ending! but whatever, I think they photos are okay-okay enough to put up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200227373651583026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SCrrPo3D4DI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/-2GhKWXgj80/s400/DSC_2386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bro gf, me &amp;amp; my sis.&lt;br /&gt;the bridesmaids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200227970652037186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SCrryY3D4EI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/VWjAeGUzKic/s400/DSC_2627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200228460278308946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SCrsO43D4FI/AAAAAAAAAaE/LCc9At1P91E/s400/DSC_2628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;does my arms look fatter? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&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/6665846119764051688-3292020644689071563?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/3292020644689071563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=3292020644689071563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/3292020644689071563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/3292020644689071563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2008/05/okay-let-me-clear-out-wedding-pics.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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/_60Eceh5q5vU/SCrrPo3D4DI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/-2GhKWXgj80/s72-c/DSC_2386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665846119764051688.post-7594704341276921666</id><published>2008-05-07T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:48:39.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"THEY STARTED IT"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197634993548540962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SCG1fQaZvCI/AAAAAAAAAZs/PLNo9hUt_mU/s400/19-400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a storybook about a high school shooting...and it just makes you think about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Virginia&lt;/span&gt; tech. like her books, there is always something unexpected at the end (but i already expected it!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you were in this actual situation (as sch shootings usually happen in the us), and was one of the victims, those three words, "they started it" said by the shooter would be three unforgettable chilling words to hit you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i teared.&lt;br /&gt;not because of the ending but whenever there were flashbacks of what the shooter went through ...all those years of being bullied and when his childhood sweetheart/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bestfriend&lt;/span&gt; changed and ignored him in high school cause he was a loser. (she just writes damn good to make me feel this way)&lt;br /&gt;even though it is fictional, you cant help but think whether in real life, did the school shooters go through these problems in school everyday too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;like how she said it in her book,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in nineteen minutes you can...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dye your hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bake cookies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fold the clothes for your whole family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;read a storybook to a child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sew a hem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in nineteen minutes, you can bring the world to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;screeching&lt;/span&gt; halt as you seek revenge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in nineteen minutes, you can loose someone you love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/6665846119764051688-7594704341276921666?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/7594704341276921666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=7594704341276921666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/7594704341276921666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/7594704341276921666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2008/05/they-started-it-storybook-about-high.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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/_60Eceh5q5vU/SCG1fQaZvCI/AAAAAAAAAZs/PLNo9hUt_mU/s72-c/19-400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665846119764051688.post-7226290175630418484</id><published>2008-05-01T23:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:48:41.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;JESS BIRTHDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;celebrated on 19 April.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girls camwhored while the guys played the game outside.&lt;br /&gt;the girls were the last to leave.&lt;br /&gt;it was fun to catch up and have that feeling back when we were still in sec school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SBmyf2OhhgI/AAAAAAAAAZc/rfLClCwI-xo/s1600-h/CIMG0624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195379905350698498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SBmyf2OhhgI/AAAAAAAAAZc/rfLClCwI-xo/s400/CIMG0624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; thats the birthday girl while her bf, field, strummed the tunes of 'happy birthday'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the rest of the photos are of the usual group of us back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195380274717885970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SBmy1WOhhhI/AAAAAAAAAZk/fb-B93FdLl4/s400/group+shot2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SBmyJmOhhfI/AAAAAAAAAZU/32jW6fTYOrk/s1600-h/group+shot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195379523098609138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SBmyJmOhhfI/AAAAAAAAAZU/32jW6fTYOrk/s400/group+shot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SBmx2GOhheI/AAAAAAAAAZM/k8pp1DIvgpE/s1600-h/CIMG06112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195379188091160034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SBmx2GOhheI/AAAAAAAAAZM/k8pp1DIvgpE/s400/CIMG06112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SBmxc2OhhdI/AAAAAAAAAZE/_ovTTYtXCfI/s1600-h/CIMG0617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195378754299463122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SBmxc2OhhdI/AAAAAAAAAZE/_ovTTYtXCfI/s400/CIMG0617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195378110054368706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SBmw3WOhhcI/AAAAAAAAAY8/hIsS6YqN18Y/s400/CIMG0621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&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/6665846119764051688-7226290175630418484?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/7226290175630418484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=7226290175630418484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/7226290175630418484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/7226290175630418484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2008/05/jess-birthday-celebrated-on-19-april.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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/_60Eceh5q5vU/SBmyf2OhhgI/AAAAAAAAAZc/rfLClCwI-xo/s72-c/CIMG0624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665846119764051688.post-8896728799876465325</id><published>2008-04-14T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:48:43.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pics from carla's digi cam taken on my parents anni.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189084566900814706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SANU66-Vs3I/AAAAAAAAAYk/_8fT8VoDPCk/s400/IMG_0779.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189084197533627234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SANUla-Vs2I/AAAAAAAAAYc/UXw2x9Sp-PI/s400/wedding5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189084957742838658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SANVRq-Vs4I/AAAAAAAAAYs/MBbRWObrNgM/s400/IMG_0793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189085387239568274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SANVqq-Vs5I/AAAAAAAAAY0/g7NwnyRdVHY/s400/IMG_0812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189083699317420866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SANUIa-Vs0I/AAAAAAAAAYM/o_r-BvPijb8/s400/wedding4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SANUCa-VszI/AAAAAAAAAYE/JsTLuNUC7HY/s1600-h/wedding2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189083596238205746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SANUCa-VszI/AAAAAAAAAYE/JsTLuNUC7HY/s400/wedding2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SANT6a-VsyI/AAAAAAAAAX8/O5K9TPqgg34/s1600-h/cass2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189083458799252258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/SANT6a-VsyI/AAAAAAAAAX8/O5K9TPqgg34/s400/cass2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are still IOU pics from that day which I havent upload.&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/6665846119764051688-8896728799876465325?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/8896728799876465325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=8896728799876465325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/8896728799876465325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/8896728799876465325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2008/04/pics-from-carlas-digi-cam-taken-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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/_60Eceh5q5vU/SANU66-Vs3I/AAAAAAAAAYk/_8fT8VoDPCk/s72-c/IMG_0779.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665846119764051688.post-5402913292832362920</id><published>2008-04-10T23:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T22:08:44.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, officially, i have no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, i went sourcing for kids clothes. mind you, its not like some abcxyz brand.&lt;br /&gt;the places i went were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DKNY Kids&lt;br /&gt;Guess Kids&lt;br /&gt;Club 21 (loaned little marc jacobs n armani for kids)&lt;br /&gt;Fox Kids&lt;br /&gt;Gap Kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its basically "free" shopping.&lt;br /&gt;they already knew i was going.&lt;br /&gt;So when i went in, it went like...&lt;br /&gt;"i want this and this for 8 years. this red top for 6 years. this and this and this and this and this"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each shop i loaned items up to approx $1,000.&lt;br /&gt;I had $5,000 worth of clothes (so little material yet so costly!) on my arms.&lt;br /&gt;brought it back to let my ed see.&lt;br /&gt;and she seemed quite pleased. said i have "stylist potential"&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;but dont know whether to be happy cause its only a one time thing. not say i get to do this every time. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i wasnt really happy with some of the stuffs i loaned (even though some are really really nice and i wish they had in adult size) and i felt that i really sucked somehow and maybe she just saying to make me happy only? cause some didnt really match the theme she wanted. haiz n what if the professional stylist there laugh at my stuff? okay, i seriously have no confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rushed back to work and left within half hour with my colleague for my virgin brazillian wax.&lt;br /&gt;yes, you read it correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was for free. so why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she did pedi n i was squeeling and laughing my guts out as some woman touches my vagina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N today, i had the kids photoshoot for the stuffs i loaned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a full day shoot (9.30am to 7pm) of watching kids jump around and pose like a professional (they totally have model potential) in designer wear as their shots were taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i shall end off by doing this thingy that was on nadeera blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 random facts about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I weigh 48kg. but i still think i am soooo fat that i need to run to phuket to loose 20 more kg till i become almost invisible.&lt;br /&gt;2. I love my job till i want to become a permanent resident by living in the office.&lt;br /&gt;3. I am fucking sarcastic&lt;br /&gt;4. I love my country till i want to fave the flag wherever i go&lt;br /&gt;5. i love hello kitty and goodbye daniel&lt;br /&gt;6. I love the colour red, the colour of your bleeding pimple&lt;br /&gt;7. I am better at telling lies than some ppl who suck at it. Thus, besides this point, only one more is true. go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things that scares me:&lt;br /&gt;1. butterflies that fly in my face&lt;br /&gt;2. lizards that falls from trees&lt;br /&gt;3. birds esp crows&lt;br /&gt;4. cockroaches&lt;br /&gt;5. spiders&lt;br /&gt;6. big dogs&lt;br /&gt;7. soups with insect floating in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 random music:&lt;br /&gt;1. Home by chris daughtry&lt;br /&gt;2. Stronger by Kanye West&lt;br /&gt;3. Ayo Technology by 50 cent&lt;br /&gt;4. When you look into my eyes by Jonas brothers&lt;br /&gt;5. what about now by chris daughtry&lt;br /&gt;6. used to by chris daughtry&lt;br /&gt;7. Your Guardian Angel by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things i say the most:&lt;br /&gt;1. Hello&lt;br /&gt;2. Bye&lt;br /&gt;3. Fuck&lt;br /&gt;4. Shit&lt;br /&gt;5. so lame&lt;br /&gt;6. hurry up&lt;br /&gt;7. What to eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 people i want to do this&lt;br /&gt;people in my link who start with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C heryl&lt;br /&gt;A n-nur&lt;br /&gt;S u-ey&lt;br /&gt;S harifah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats only four, damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fezah&lt;br /&gt;Erika&lt;br /&gt;Denise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do if you totally have nothing else to blog about okay!? (:&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/6665846119764051688-5402913292832362920?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/5402913292832362920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=5402913292832362920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/5402913292832362920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/5402913292832362920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2008/04/okay-officially-i-have-no-life.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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-6665846119764051688.post-8189085560127417303</id><published>2008-04-07T21:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:48:45.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R_ohSA41fBI/AAAAAAAAAW0/dImnZXGOQx8/s1600-h/atb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186494514230295570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R_ohSA41fBI/AAAAAAAAAW0/dImnZXGOQx8/s400/atb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R_oghw41fAI/AAAAAAAAAWs/bN1brYs1phY/s1600-h/atb.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R_odOQ41e-I/AAAAAAAAAWc/DXK5LuK1i3w/s1600-h/atb.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186492005969394674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R_ofAA41e_I/AAAAAAAAAWk/tf2d8buGlzE/s400/image2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6665846119764051688-8189085560127417303?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/8189085560127417303/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-6665846119764051688.post-7821336713540167878</id><published>2008-04-06T15:42:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:48:46.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;SFF!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went for two fashion shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mango.com/home/home.htm?idioma=e&amp;amp;pais=706&amp;amp;europeo=N&amp;amp;opcion=abierto"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186039290646592402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R_iDQg41e5I/AAAAAAAAAV0/Cf8oA-0i8zw/s400/mango+logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when their only male model came out dressed in only jeans, you can hear all the women (including me) gasp! cause you can see his toned abs plus he is a head-turner okay! hahaah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;for mango, i fell in love with two dresses especially the first one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;$255&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186040634971356066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R_iEew41e6I/AAAAAAAAAV8/hB9DjWXmX74/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$125&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186041408065469362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R_iFLw41e7I/AAAAAAAAAWE/vJiPDknSJkA/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like the second layer of bright blue. it really makes a whole lot of diff to the plain black. it brings out the dullness of the dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the second fashion show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anteprima.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186039097373064066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R_iDFQ41e4I/AAAAAAAAAVs/BHH6Y5XYTCM/s400/anteprima.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186042305713634242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R_iGAA41e8I/AAAAAAAAAWM/WdseRWJXHgw/s400/brands_antep_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pic from sff webbie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this show was when my colleague/friend/neighbour &amp;amp; I saw celebs and more atas people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yesterdays collection from them was mainly clothes made from wool. not like the one you see in the pic 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/7821336713540167878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2008/04/sff-i-went-for-two-fashion-shows-when.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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/_60Eceh5q5vU/R_iDQg41e5I/AAAAAAAAAV0/Cf8oA-0i8zw/s72-c/mango+logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665846119764051688.post-6486682235917668037</id><published>2008-03-31T23:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T20:46:46.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Plugged into her headphones with her fave song as her background, she only wants one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey. I don't care about who you were in the past. I don't really care what they said about you. Give yourself a break okay?" said A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will be here for you when you get back. I will always be here for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her perfect valentine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thought of an unrealistic event stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she gets up and un-pauses her mp3 player to hear the words of the lyrics that meant the most to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I'm not running from.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, I think you got me all wrong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't regret this life I chose for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But these places and these faces are getting old&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywhere but here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the pain you feel is a different kind of pain.&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/6665846119764051688-6486682235917668037?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/6486682235917668037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=6486682235917668037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/6486682235917668037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/6486682235917668037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2008/03/plugged-into-her-headphones-with-her.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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-6665846119764051688.post-7714927710480838989</id><published>2008-03-17T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T20:54:59.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everyone has different point of views.&lt;br /&gt;How you may see a situation doesnt mean another person see's it the same like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have no idea where the heck I am after an event, I would just take a cab back home or office.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I absolutely hate paying for peak surcharge.&lt;br /&gt;its like paying for midnight surcharge with the evening sun shining and busses driving alongside your cab.&lt;br /&gt;I would only pay surcharge IF its midnight and a cab is my only form of transport home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after 5pm, the surcharge will be on and if i am not wrong, the ERP too.&lt;br /&gt;i boarded the cab somewhere at tiong bahru and it was 4.50pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 mins to get home without being cheated in the daylight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.58pm I was on the expressway and spotted an ERP ahead.&lt;br /&gt;the cab driver suddenly slowed down thinking he could slowly get there and charge me more for ERP....?&lt;br /&gt;"uncle, can go faster"&lt;br /&gt;no sound from him as he sped up (like so bo pian lor attitude)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;YES!!! BEAT THE TWO ERPS!!&lt;/em&gt; was my typical singaporean mind.&lt;br /&gt;but my trip home was still about 20 dollars!!!!! daylight robbery!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, a song about the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1dgmfL0ZgJ0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1dgmfL0ZgJ0&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fave parts when its being sung are bolded :)&lt;br /&gt;totally nothing better else to do as i already barely have a life now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wonder if you know, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How they live in Ang Mo Kio Go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to city many gantry&lt;br /&gt;Can't afford your speed too low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fast and furious! (Kena!) (beep! beep! beep!) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow is dangerous (Aiyah!) (beep! beep! beep!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wonder if you know, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How they live in Toa Payoh &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please lah tolong, only Lorong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Expressway also tio!&lt;br /&gt;Fast and furious! (Kena!) (beep! beep! beep!)&lt;br /&gt;Spread like virius! (Aiyah!) (beep! beep! beep!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many many taxes danglin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ERP now is randomin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your speed 'bove 45&lt;br /&gt;Or everybody Cashcard won't survive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suka suka ERP on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy happy gantry can born&lt;br /&gt;16 new ways to gope your lui&lt;br /&gt;See already want to pui!&lt;br /&gt;Gahmen say take MRT&lt;br /&gt;Cos car is only luxury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Build the road for Fellari &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Normal car will up lorry Ji Pa Ban (uh!), Ichiban (uh) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No million dollars you Lan Lan&lt;br /&gt;CTE is the place to be Singapore road for VIP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wonder if you know, How they live in Ang Mo Kio &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reach work early, at 5.30 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spend three hours drink teh-o &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can't be seraious! (wah lau!) (beep! beep! beep!) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Live like vampires (ouch!) (beep! beep! beep!) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you know,&lt;br /&gt;Where the gantry never grow&lt;br /&gt;Where the lorry Never worry Travel freely where you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pulau Bukom! (Don't have!) (beep! beep! beep!) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pulau Tekong (Huat ah!) (beep! beep! beep!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665846119764051688-7714927710480838989?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/7714927710480838989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=7714927710480838989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/7714927710480838989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/7714927710480838989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2008/03/everyone-has-different-point-of-views.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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-6665846119764051688.post-427964007509802551</id><published>2008-03-13T20:34:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:48:48.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R9kgYhKGLgI/AAAAAAAAAVk/AgMhMrvmiMc/s1600-h/Photo0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177204852228763138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R9kgYhKGLgI/AAAAAAAAAVk/AgMhMrvmiMc/s400/Photo0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; GUESS WHAT THAT IS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A NEWLY BORN KITTEN!!!!!! SO CUTE!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;the placenta like thing or the umbilical cord whatever thing is still attached!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R9kgHhKGLfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/FNNYfXz5oOw/s1600-h/Photo0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177204560170986994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R9kgHhKGLfI/AAAAAAAAAVc/FNNYfXz5oOw/s400/Photo0016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a totally random photo of my comp at the office.&lt;br /&gt;yes, there is a hello kitty on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLD PHOTOS WHICH WERE TAKEN 2 WEEKS AGO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R9kf9hKGLeI/AAAAAAAAAVU/1BB5KssJP9Q/s1600-h/Photo0063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177204388372295138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R9kf9hKGLeI/AAAAAAAAAVU/1BB5KssJP9Q/s400/Photo0063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R9kf0hKGLdI/AAAAAAAAAVM/pJzjY1XyUtE/s1600-h/Photo0060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177204233753472466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R9kf0hKGLdI/AAAAAAAAAVM/pJzjY1XyUtE/s400/Photo0060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R9kfohKGLcI/AAAAAAAAAVE/f6hWVi266FY/s1600-h/Photo0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177204027595042242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R9kfohKGLcI/AAAAAAAAAVE/f6hWVi266FY/s400/Photo0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch a few seconds clip of the kitty! 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cant even play la!&lt;/p&gt;&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/6665846119764051688-427964007509802551?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=503de780b89bb385&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/427964007509802551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=427964007509802551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/427964007509802551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/427964007509802551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2008/03/guess-what-that-is-newly-born-kitten-so.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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/_60Eceh5q5vU/R9kgYhKGLgI/AAAAAAAAAVk/AgMhMrvmiMc/s72-c/Photo0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665846119764051688.post-7357128201621832587</id><published>2008-03-10T21:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T22:05:02.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I saw this in friendster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;corny shit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Survey:You must answer every question TRUTHFULLY!!&lt;br /&gt;YA WHATEVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[01] Are you currently in a relationship? YES WITH GOD (HAR HAR SUCHA A HOLY RESPONSE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[02] Have you ever been given a rose...YES AND I BROKE IT IN HALF AND STUFFED IT IN MY BAG TO AVOID EMBARRASSMENT OF BEING SEEN WALKING AROUND WITH A ROSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[03] What is your all-time favorite romance movie?.DEFINATELY NOT THE NOTEBOOK. SO CLICHE. IT HAS TO BE SPIDERMAN 3. HA&lt;br /&gt;OKAY LA,&lt;br /&gt;A WALK TO REMEMBER.&lt;br /&gt;CRIED LIKE FUCK WHENEVER IT WAS THE PART WHEN MANDY TOLD SHANE SHE WAS SICK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[04 ] There's no number 4 question...??&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FARK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[05] Do you believe that everyone has a soul mate ?&lt;br /&gt;YES AND HE/SHE WILL LOOK LIKE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;SO ADORABLE! BOTH OF YOU WILL LOOK LIKE SIBLINGS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[06] What's your current problem?&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO CHECK INTO A CLINIC TO HELP MY DEPRESSION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[07] Have you ever had your heartbroken?&lt;br /&gt;WHO HASN'T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[08] Your thoughts of online or long distance relationships&lt;br /&gt;ONLINE:&lt;br /&gt;1. TRUST THE PERSON IS NOT IN PUNGGOL WHEN HE SAYS HE IS IN AMERICA.&lt;br /&gt;2. TRUST THE PERSON WHEN HE SAYS HE LOVES YOU AND ITS NOT JUST A BUNCH OF WORDS TYPED.&lt;br /&gt;3. TRUST THAT HE IS NOT A ONE EYED FREAK OR IS AN INMATE AT ALCATRAZ&lt;br /&gt;4. TRUST TRUST TRUST. HAVE A BAG LOAD OF IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LONG DISTANCE:&lt;br /&gt;1. TRUST TRUST TRUST TRUST&lt;br /&gt;2. BE PATIENT THAT BOTH OF YOU CAN ONLY SEE EACH OTHER ONCE IN A WHILE. IT BE WORTH IT AT THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[09] Have you ever seen a friend as more than a friend?&lt;br /&gt;FOR THIS Q, THE 'FRIEND' THING IS OBVIOUSLY ASKING ABOUT THE MALE GENDER. SHALL ACT BLUR.&lt;br /&gt;HAVE I EVER SEEN A FEMALE FRIEND MORE THAN A FRIEND? NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[10] The person your with right now, do you want to spend your life with?&lt;br /&gt;THIS QUESTION IS PERFECT FOR ERIN YZELMAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[11] How many kids do you want to have?&lt;br /&gt;TWO. TWINS.&lt;br /&gt;KILL TWO BIRDS WITH ONE STONE= GET TWO KIDS WITHIN A PERIOD OF NINE MONTHS = ONE TIME LABOUR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12] What is/are &amp;amp; your favorite colors?&lt;br /&gt;YOU SPELT COLOUR WRONGLY. UK SPELLING PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;BTW, ITS LIGHT PURPLE, DARK PURPLE, LAVENDAR, LILAC.&lt;br /&gt;PURPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[13] Who are your celebrity crush?&lt;br /&gt;ELVIS PRESLEY.&lt;br /&gt;ITS JAKE GYLENHALL OKAY. (however you spell his surname)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[14] Do you believe you truly only love once??&lt;br /&gt;NO?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[15] Imagine you're 79 &amp;amp; your spouse just died, would you get re-married?&lt;br /&gt;INTERESTING Q&lt;br /&gt;1. I CANT IMAGINE BEING 79 CAUSE I PLAN TO DIE EARLY WHICH I DOUBT WILL HAPPEN.&lt;br /&gt;2. I WILL KICK MY SPOUSE CORPSE CAUSE HE SUPPOSE TO DIE AFTER ME&lt;br /&gt;3. RE-MARRIED!?!? TO WHO?!?!?! AN EQUALLY SICK DUDE ON LIFE SUPPORT???&lt;br /&gt;MEANS AS I WALK DOWN THE AISLE FOR THE SECOND TIME, MY OXYGEN TANK IS ROLLING BEHIND ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[16] At what age did you start noticing the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;FIFTEEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[17] What song do u want to be played at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;BACKSTREET'S BACK BY THE BACKSTREET BOYS&lt;br /&gt;I SHALL WARN MY GUESTS IN ADVANCE THAT THEY ALL HAVE TO DO THE DANCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[18 ] Do you like anyone?&lt;br /&gt;YA. IF I DONT LIKE ANYONE, THEN IM FRIENDLESS :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665846119764051688-7357128201621832587?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/7357128201621832587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=7357128201621832587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/7357128201621832587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/7357128201621832587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-saw-this-in-friendster-corny-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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-6665846119764051688.post-8215208769375451342</id><published>2008-03-08T14:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T14:41:07.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt; :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a much better and stronger version by frankie j.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BBBV2uLJ16A&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BBBV2uLJ16A&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665846119764051688-8215208769375451342?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/8215208769375451342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=8215208769375451342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/8215208769375451342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/8215208769375451342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2008/03/much-better-and-stronger-version-by.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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-6665846119764051688.post-1156493175679574978</id><published>2008-03-07T23:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:48:49.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So yesterday, I went to a graduation that wasnt even mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I helped Delphine not waste her money by taking her seat as she had to leave on a last minute vacation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was only told about it like a day or two in advance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so OBVIOUSLY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will not give a fucking rats ass to buy a gown to doll myself up (like some aspiring plastic or probably getai wannabe) for SOMEONE ELSES GRAD NITE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;number 2, i did not even wear make up cause i literally RUSHED DOWN from work to iron, get ready, change, cab down to swissotel merchant court.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which explains my bag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if i was brave enough, ive would have used the steamer at the studio. HAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N three, i know rumours there spread like wild fire, so I was hesitant as I knew some eyes will dart towards me and they be like (lets "assume" HOR &lt;em&gt;AHEM&lt;/em&gt;!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I thought they no longer together?!?!?!?! why is that fucking skinny bitch here?!?!? An! why your ex that anorexic girl here!! &lt;strong&gt;An-nur, are you both going to patch back?!&lt;/strong&gt;!??! not?! yes?!?! no?!?!?! yes?!?!?!!?not?!?!?!?!!??!?! YES?!?!!?!? NO!?!?!?!??! "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the bolded one was actually asked from what i was told. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RITE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.roll my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. yawn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. show middle finger at you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, i not so bad lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now, my friends who know me longer ARE ROLLING THEIR EYES over that statement above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not being a bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175003629949955458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R9FOYhKGLYI/AAAAAAAAAUk/V7b1zi7_Po0/s400/DSCF0587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i somehow like this photo for now. cause our eyes dont have the red eye dots when zoomed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175005081648901522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R9FPtBKGLZI/AAAAAAAAAUs/YiAiBXojZhQ/s400/DSCF0606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the people at the same table as me. nurses-to-be minus me. DUH.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I dont even dare name their names in those clockwise thingy patterns...cause i only know like a few...? 5? and if i dont know some of their names, and dont mention, i feel bad cause what if they read this?!?!!? (im paranoid. whatever!) so i shall not name names! harhar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so lets do it this way, (excluding me)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the three pretty girls with the Mr Macho (is that the title he won? or some other Mr ___?) in the front row,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;back row is more girls including glammed up stella and wan lin. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay la, i admit, i only know the names of the ppl in the front row and stella n wan lin at the back. lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yawn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OMG WHAT A LONG TEXT JUST TO DESCRIBE A PIC.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lets keep it short again. - one liners please. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175005957822229938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R9FQgBKGLbI/AAAAAAAAAU8/AV7GqlGckJY/s400/DSCF0610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Don't look at us. look at the girls at the right hand side of the photo. (im not being evil here but they look caught in the act/ explains the stiff position/stunned)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175005614224846242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R9FQMBKGLaI/AAAAAAAAAU0/xlIK40Dj0rs/s400/DSCF0609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;stella the hello kitty girl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks wan lin for the pics! :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh, nadeera, I want the pics from your digi cam too! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you were observant enough,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I STOPPED WEARING BRACES!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;YES, I BET YOU ARE GOING TO SCROLL BACK UP TO CHECK.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;loser.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665846119764051688-1156493175679574978?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/1156493175679574978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=1156493175679574978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/1156493175679574978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/1156493175679574978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-yesterday-i-went-to-graduation-that.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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/_60Eceh5q5vU/R9FOYhKGLYI/AAAAAAAAAUk/V7b1zi7_Po0/s72-c/DSCF0587.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665846119764051688.post-8770819009712057377</id><published>2008-03-05T23:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:48:49.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AN ULTRA WEIRD MESSAGE&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174229372597049042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R86OMzwKFtI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Da7CljKUwuQ/s400/Untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. okay, I get your point. stop repeating!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. your english is bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. i think this is a prank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. thank you for saying that &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; will brighten up your day in "...you wont regret as u will brighten up my day" even though I thought you would say "...you wont regret as I will brighten up your day"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. after peace out, i thought he would stop...but obviously he didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. from camp can write e-mails?!!?!? must be from that bastard's camp. which brings me back to point 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. did i even ask you whether you be online? so y you keep mentioning about it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. no, i will not reply you in friendster or call or sms you cause I am not sincere about this especially. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. So, that means I wont even TRY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. And, for goodness sake, its I'm!!! not me me me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gawd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;help &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;poor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;horny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;boy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel bad for posting his message.&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/6665846119764051688-8770819009712057377?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/8770819009712057377/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-6665846119764051688.post-1774306772163874991</id><published>2008-02-27T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T20:31:54.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my 3rd wordpress entry! : &lt;a href="http://elevenfiftynine.wordpress.com/"&gt;DRAMA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pwd hint:&lt;br /&gt;what is the name of the company i am working for now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just spell it out in small alphabets&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665846119764051688-1774306772163874991?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/1774306772163874991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>My second wordpress entry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elevenfiftynine.wordpress.com/"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that post, I shall give away hints la cause its not a sooo damn personal entry&lt;br /&gt;it has a pwd cause i dont want certain ppl to stumble across it one day&lt;br /&gt;(could happen as u never know who is reading!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anway, the clues are&lt;br /&gt;what are the colours of my watch and my hp?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the colours you guess is my pwd.&lt;br /&gt;ensure that there must be two colours typed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I own a metal watch so colour is silver and my hp is the moto razer pink,&lt;br /&gt;the ans would be "silverpink"&lt;br /&gt;no spacing in between each colour mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, u actually believe that the pwd ans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is such a chicken hint and such a giveaway to most ppl...unless they forgotten what are the colours&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665846119764051688-1337051261654607410?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/1337051261654607410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=1337051261654607410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/1337051261654607410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/1337051261654607410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-second-wordpress-entry-click-here.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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-6665846119764051688.post-4291899284046133235</id><published>2008-02-22T23:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:48:54.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally&lt;br /&gt;finally&lt;br /&gt;finally&lt;br /&gt;I have pictures to upload.&lt;br /&gt;This was last saturday on my parents wedding anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;They renewed their vows in church followed by hotel banquet.&lt;br /&gt;It's like getting married all over again...except the children are present.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;Right now I only uploaded the church pics.&lt;br /&gt;The dinner ones the next entry or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169802676023281426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R77UJJ87RxI/AAAAAAAAAUE/bj1b66LMyFk/s400/30th_wedding_Ann_010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R77UE587RwI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Avb_VUDX6b0/s1600-h/DSC_111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169802603008837378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R77UE587RwI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Avb_VUDX6b0/s400/DSC_111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my dad car turned into the wedding car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R77UA587RvI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ECa-BM0mOcI/s1600-h/DSC_2052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169802534289360626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R77UA587RvI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ECa-BM0mOcI/s400/DSC_2052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my brother and my bro in law&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R77T7J87RuI/AAAAAAAAATs/s439NHyeZgw/s1600-h/30th_wedding_Ann_016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169802435505112802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R77T7J87RuI/AAAAAAAAATs/s439NHyeZgw/s400/30th_wedding_Ann_016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my 3 invited guests who helped with the church prep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R77Tz587RtI/AAAAAAAAATk/GitZiWvmLek/s1600-h/DSC_2044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169802310951061202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R77Tz587RtI/AAAAAAAAATk/GitZiWvmLek/s400/DSC_2044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R77Tpp87RsI/AAAAAAAAATc/FmQUFL6V2og/s1600-h/DSC_2125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169802134857402050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R77Tpp87RsI/AAAAAAAAATc/FmQUFL6V2og/s400/DSC_2125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R77TjZ87RrI/AAAAAAAAATU/-wEOqG7HVjs/s1600-h/DSC_2077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169802027483219634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R77TjZ87RrI/AAAAAAAAATU/-wEOqG7HVjs/s400/DSC_2077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R77Tdp87RqI/AAAAAAAAATM/Hm67bsbmtkY/s1600-h/DSC_2133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169801928698971810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R77Tdp87RqI/AAAAAAAAATM/Hm67bsbmtkY/s400/DSC_2133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R77TYp87RpI/AAAAAAAAATE/rmCdams1D44/s1600-h/DSC_2095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169801842799625874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R77TYp87RpI/AAAAAAAAATE/rmCdams1D44/s400/DSC_2095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R77TI587RnI/AAAAAAAAAS0/ZcaNNELy3Ko/s1600-h/DSC_2167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169801572216686194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R77TI587RnI/AAAAAAAAAS0/ZcaNNELy3Ko/s400/DSC_2167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169801675295901314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R77TO587RoI/AAAAAAAAAS8/SMU_KtNmtDc/s400/DSC_2187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guests congratulating my parents after church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R77TCZ87RmI/AAAAAAAAASs/1tXNn4m8-bs/s1600-h/DSC_2240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169801460547536482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R77TCZ87RmI/AAAAAAAAASs/1tXNn4m8-bs/s400/DSC_2240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R77S7587RlI/AAAAAAAAASk/xT8_DAewE9k/s1600-h/30th_wedding_Ann_032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169801348878386770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R77S7587RlI/AAAAAAAAASk/xT8_DAewE9k/s400/30th_wedding_Ann_032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a mini lunch recep at my house before heading off to the banquet in the evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R77SwZ87RkI/AAAAAAAAASc/7oKZJ-F2IRE/s1600-h/30th_wedding_Ann_034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169801151309891138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R77SwZ87RkI/AAAAAAAAASc/7oKZJ-F2IRE/s400/30th_wedding_Ann_034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view from the hotel room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my friends and I kept changing among the four rooms that was booked by my parents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause my other relatives haven arrive so we were slacking in their rooms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;huahua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R77Sq587RjI/AAAAAAAAASU/K0V-ngkTKzQ/s1600-h/30th_wedding_Ann_035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169801056820610610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R77Sq587RjI/AAAAAAAAASU/K0V-ngkTKzQ/s400/30th_wedding_Ann_035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everyone was just so exausted and passed out lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but ruth one is fake as she shy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R77ShJ87RiI/AAAAAAAAASM/kX1hbRxyE1Q/s1600-h/30th_wedding_Ann_036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169800889316886050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R77ShJ87RiI/AAAAAAAAASM/kX1hbRxyE1Q/s400/30th_wedding_Ann_036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was cocktail around 6 plus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know at the reception table always have a big pic of the bride and groom rite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my parents pic was their first wedding studio photo 30 years ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and ppl kept saying I look like my mother 30 years ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so my sister and I were doing the recep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this friend of my sister whispered to my bro in law&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which I obviously heard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"eh this one your sister in law wedding or your mother in law?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not funny not funny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ya and the rest of the evening whoever was checking in kept going&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"she looks like her mother!!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and some aunties battled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"no the eldest is mother, the youngest daughter has the father's face!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank god no pinching of cheeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R77SYp87RhI/AAAAAAAAASE/8-TSN5WUGgM/s1600-h/30th_wedding_Ann_038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169800743287997970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R77SYp87RhI/AAAAAAAAASE/8-TSN5WUGgM/s400/30th_wedding_Ann_038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is til the cocktails.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the second part i upload some other time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which also means &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I be in another dress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my friend was like "seriously? another dress? really your wedding man"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whhhatttttttt~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;VIPs always have two dresses what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&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/6665846119764051688-4291899284046133235?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/4291899284046133235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=4291899284046133235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/4291899284046133235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/4291899284046133235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2008/02/finally-finally-finally-i-have-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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/_60Eceh5q5vU/R77UJJ87RxI/AAAAAAAAAUE/bj1b66LMyFk/s72-c/30th_wedding_Ann_010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665846119764051688.post-5930334998233215617</id><published>2008-02-22T22:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:48:54.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Anyway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you guys be the judge regarding whether my mother 30 years ago look like me now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so freaky la&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this was the one and only photo which I KINDA AGREE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the rest of her younger days pics I couldnt really tell&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169809281682982690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R77aJp87RyI/AAAAAAAAAUM/62ZDdzwSWiI/s400/44.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169809457776641842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R77aT587RzI/AAAAAAAAAUU/TI8pvFm0vts/s400/72.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And, this last pic of the lady blowing the candles is my mother&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, she was skinny last time!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SEE! THIS IS PROVE THAT I HAVE SKINNY GENES WHEN YOU ARE IN ADOLESCENT YEARS TIL YOU GET PREGNANT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SO, FOR THE MILLION TIME, STOP ASKING ME TO EAT MORE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AS YOU FINALLY SEEN PROOF!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I dont talk cock okay esp when its facts LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665846119764051688-5930334998233215617?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/5930334998233215617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=5930334998233215617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/5930334998233215617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/5930334998233215617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2008/02/anyway-you-guys-be-judge-regarding.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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/_60Eceh5q5vU/R77aJp87RyI/AAAAAAAAAUM/62ZDdzwSWiI/s72-c/44.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665846119764051688.post-2347054793463614233</id><published>2008-02-14T23:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T22:45:42.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is an &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;overly hyped occassion&lt;/span&gt; for couples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me &lt;strong&gt;sick&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;watching those lovey dovey teen girls in bimbotic pink dresses carrying their bouquet proudly as they parade down orchard road with their boyfriend in their arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Excuse me, its 2pm. Dont you guys have school?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Excuse me, dont I have work?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, I was in town having lunch with my colleagues before we had to attend an ever so boring meeting involving every single one who works at the co. at the main HQ.&lt;br /&gt;I watched the CEO make his speech via a pre-recorded video flashed on the big screen. woopee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, today and tomorrow was and will be a bore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking and worried about work stuff that it has been on my mind the whole of today til 3 things happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. took a really bad IC photo for my pass (URRHHH)&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;kena&lt;/em&gt; overcharged for my items (it wasnt their fault. I just read the price and the offer wrongly and still had the cheek to accuse them for overcharhing me in my atm)&lt;br /&gt;3. almost missed my stop home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;and when i &lt;em&gt;kena&lt;/em&gt; overcharged, I received an sms from a friend "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;happy waste of money day&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;urhhh so true. dont remind me. #*@!(#!*#(!*&lt;br /&gt;and i aint wasting my money on a boy or smt, im wasting my freaking money today on myself -countless taxi rides (THAT WONT BE CLAIMED BACK), overcharged clothing pieces, uggggggggghhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend who stays opp hougang point- u shld know which lamer sms me that lol. dont remind me abt the SAX&lt;em&gt;aphone&lt;/em&gt; please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my friend who is studying in australia now- the hougang point friend showed me a picture of youuu that could be cute yet humiliating.&lt;br /&gt;clue: sec 1, ballet outfit, you&lt;br /&gt;u will be blackmailed LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tttttttteeeeeeheeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, I know some of my friends (those dont work in the co one like other co.) work OT. i heard that they work OT like til 9pm and i thought that was bad enough.&lt;br /&gt;BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT&lt;br /&gt;today I found out that 2 of my colleagues work OT til&lt;br /&gt;-MIDNIGHT&lt;br /&gt;-2AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG WTF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;in the freaky big office?&lt;br /&gt;in the fucking dark?&lt;br /&gt;all fucking alone?&lt;br /&gt;aircon switched off?&lt;br /&gt;silence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to v day talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the interchange waiting for my bus&lt;br /&gt;and this pri sch indian kid walked in the queue next to mine ... she picked up FROM THE FLOOR a thin like straw with a cone like plastic attached to the head. when u look at it you know the straw is suppose to represent the stem of fake flowers. and she gave the confused look like what it was.&lt;br /&gt;my reaction was&lt;br /&gt;-_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came a teenage couple and the teenage girl was like smelling her roses and all&lt;br /&gt;gawd.&lt;br /&gt;:S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i looked back at the indian pri kid&lt;br /&gt;and THEN SHE PUT THE STEM-STRAW THINGY IN HER FUCKING MOUTH AND STARTED BITING IT&lt;br /&gt;first, eew? it was from the floor hello.&lt;br /&gt;but then when i saw her bite it&lt;br /&gt;she just put an instant smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;so naive.&lt;br /&gt;and that was the best sight I seen all day to cheer me up!&lt;br /&gt;:D :D&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/6665846119764051688-2347054793463614233?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/2347054793463614233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=2347054793463614233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/2347054793463614233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/2347054793463614233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2008/02/today-is-overly-hyped-occassion-for.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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-6665846119764051688.post-5812953064291051886</id><published>2008-02-12T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T16:22:27.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm still using blogger&lt;br /&gt;so dont relink me to my wordpress acc.&lt;br /&gt;My wordpress is when I need to express anxiety attacks I'm having or frustration I'm feeling.&lt;br /&gt;It remain protected..all entries will be protected.&lt;br /&gt;Thats the only thing I like about wordpress.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I cant give up this blog cause I like the freedom of layout and the easy image uploading.&lt;br /&gt;So whats the point of having a blog where everything is private rite? then it wont be a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should stop rambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;dont relink me. I will still use this blog.&lt;br /&gt;If I blog in wordpress, I will let some readers know by linking it via here.&lt;br /&gt;if you wanna say smt abt that particular entry, i will kick your ass if you leave a tag on this tagboard. say it in the comment box in wordpress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; lastly, the pwd all depends on WHO YOU ARE.&lt;br /&gt;ask me via msn or email or sms for the pwd if you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://elevenfiftynine.wordpress.com/"&gt;FIRST WORDPRESS ENTRY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665846119764051688-5812953064291051886?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/5812953064291051886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=5812953064291051886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/5812953064291051886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/5812953064291051886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-still-using-blogger-so-dont-relink.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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-6665846119764051688.post-6818969699987353273</id><published>2008-02-06T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:48:54.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How did I spent my wednesday...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by watching&lt;br /&gt;people's hand burnt by acid&lt;br /&gt;chests being ripped out&lt;br /&gt;hands, legs, head being twisted 360 degrees&lt;br /&gt;intestines being blown out&lt;br /&gt;skull being cut open&lt;br /&gt;lips n eyes being sown shut&lt;br /&gt;husbands n wives being connected thru metal rods pierced thru their bodies&lt;br /&gt;LEG BONES BEING BROKEN BY A HEAVY STONE DROPPED ON YOUR LEG OR CUT it with a saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hint hint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was all after i watched a romantic comedy - 27 dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N no, I did not witness some brutal torture in a basement of some mad man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does &lt;strong&gt;Jigsaw&lt;/strong&gt; ring a bell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup,&lt;br /&gt;I was watching Saw III and Saw IV.&lt;br /&gt;the most sickest horror show ever - be it english or in foreign language&lt;br /&gt;So now, Ive watched all four.&lt;br /&gt;HARHAR to R21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why, but i still watch it...obviously with moments where i blocked the computer screen with my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just cant watch the parts where the metal contraption screwed around your head snaps n pierces thru your skull n EYES&lt;br /&gt;n metal rods piercing your EYES&lt;br /&gt;EYE lids being sewn shut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I be traumatised for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this all started when i watched MAY.&lt;br /&gt;i was telling erin this that day about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still rem i watched it with erika back in lower sec. right?&lt;br /&gt;MAY is one of those silent eerie movies.&lt;br /&gt;its about a girl who cuts ppl up to get the best body parts n sew them all together to get her perfect life size doll. n she stabs her own EYE with a scissors n pops it out so that the doll can see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM TRAUMATISED TILL TODAY ABOUT THAT ENDING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched these movies online...i didnt even know such things (watching movies online WITHOUT LAG) existed till my sis told me abt it yest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Meet the Spartans halfway.&lt;br /&gt;it was super lame n not at all funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that day, erin and my legs were bitten by fishes.&lt;br /&gt;its where the fishes bite your dead skin spa thingy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was uber tickelish la!&lt;br /&gt;we were like crazy girls screaming n laughing uncontrollably.&lt;br /&gt;but after awhile, you get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT it still tickles like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163855690866417042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R6mzZD143ZI/AAAAAAAAARk/mQwT-AawGrQ/s400/Photo0059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, at age 20, we are still ramming each other against mrt pillars.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we were actually running n hiding but we both slid til i rammed into her n she rammed against a pillar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;if you saw that happen, I wouldnt blame you for pretending not to know us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;tralalal. happy chinese new year to those who celebrate!&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/6665846119764051688-6818969699987353273?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/6818969699987353273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=6818969699987353273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/6818969699987353273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/6818969699987353273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-did-i-spent-my-wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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/_60Eceh5q5vU/R6mzZD143ZI/AAAAAAAAARk/mQwT-AawGrQ/s72-c/Photo0059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665846119764051688.post-5424512117615170983</id><published>2008-02-03T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T20:13:04.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed name="myflashfetish" align="middle" src="http://www.mp3asset.com/swf/mp3/mff-mpodmin.swf" width="158" height="208" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" wmode="transparent" flashvars="myid=7828366&amp;amp;path=2008/02/03&amp;amp;mycolor=0xA866AA&amp;amp;mycolor2=0xB94488&amp;amp;mycolor3=0xCA2266&amp;amp;autoplay=true&amp;amp;rand=0&amp;amp;f=3&amp;amp;vol=100&amp;amp;pat=2"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myflashfetish.com/music-player/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img title="Make your own playlist!" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" alt="music player" src="http://www.myflashfetish.com/images/mffico.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made this &lt;a href="http://www.myflashfetish.com/playlist/7828366" target="_blank"&gt;music player&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.myflashfetish.com/" target="_blank"&gt;MyFlashFetish&lt;/a&gt;.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/JnB*PTEyMDIwMzc5MjY4NjgmcD*xODAzMSZkPSZuPWJsb2dnZXI=.jpg" width="0" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;##&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEMON CHILDREN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;for those who have been to my house before,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the first neighbours the moment you turn right to my house right,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THE CHILDREN ARE SONS OF SATAN!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;there are 3 boys i think..young kids. prob age between upper pri to lower sec.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. they always so damn noisy running from one end to other and always throwing things n making a ruckus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so my  neighbour who lives directly opposite me told them not to create a mess at our area.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp; last sunday, i saw them throwing crap (like broken stuff, splashed water, twigs n stuff) outside my opp neighbour area...maybe showing off their  gangster rebellion. CHILDREN OF SATAN I SWEAR!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;they have real spooky kuachi (hamster food u know) eyes stuck in their guards of gates of hell face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;N U KNOW WHAT THEY TOLD THEIR MOTHER??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THAT MY NEIGHBOUR SLAPPED THEM!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHAT NERVE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my neighbour is some 50 year old aunty who i have no idea what the heck she is talking about half of the time...n i dont think she do such things. pls la. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. i think the middle kid, prob still in pri sch, had a staring competition with me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;in order to have a staring competition, have some eyes please. n he really gave me that AH BENG LITTLE KID OWE MONEY PAY MONEY LOOK.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pls, study for your streaming year. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. they tore down the cny decor one of my neighbours hung up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;rascals! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. to prove that they are sons of evil, they made our area look like old changi hospital at nevaron road. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you know when your fingers are really black after touching like bicycle chains? then you would handprint your black palms on wall surfaces n smear them downwards to have some creepy effect? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;there was like 6 over prints on the walls. looks like trapped ghosts who wanted to be released from the walls.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;except they didnt touch bike chains.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;probably after doing labour work of carrying coal to the dungeons of hell, they decided to mark their territory of evil.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dont come to my area!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;its satan's lair!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;saint lucifer deciples is around us!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*when those little demons are riding their demon bikes near my house,*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"mum!! DEMON CHILDREN ARE HERE!!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*quickly closes the door n spy on them thru the hole*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yes, that actually happened&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;there is this bible story which i rem vaguely about...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;smearing blood on your door so that this evil guy will pass over your house and not take away your first born...smt like that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SO, i should smear blood on my door so that the demon children will pass by my house n have mercy on my family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;our father in heaven holy be your name, thy kingdom come thy world be done, on earth as it is heaven..........&lt;/p&gt;&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/6665846119764051688-5424512117615170983?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/5424512117615170983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=5424512117615170983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/5424512117615170983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/5424512117615170983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2008/02/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>purple danielle</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-6665846119764051688.post-6033797902623649742</id><published>2008-02-01T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:48:55.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Series of Unfortunate Events&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started with my appt with my hairstylist.&lt;br /&gt;I finally found one which i can go back to instead of always hunting around&lt;br /&gt;Now, its bring curly back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I went to Bugis the land of.... Eugene.&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Erin and Eugene.&lt;br /&gt;He played CS while we surfed net for half hour.&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, we walked to Plaza Sing...&lt;br /&gt;we were walking in between some street and we passed by shophouses&lt;br /&gt;and erin placed her waterbottle on some short wall or pillar or smt..&lt;br /&gt;and THEN&lt;br /&gt;we saw a flying waterbottle fly in between us&lt;br /&gt;and we all just stared at each other...stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we turned around to see a man shouting at us "THROW UR FUCKING WATER BOTTLE SOMEWHERE ELSE YOU FUCKING ........" (couldnt hear whats the ending)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt know whether to laugh or be scared.&lt;br /&gt;but the man was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;just cause of the water bottle, you get so pissed til need to throw it at us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if it hit one of our heads?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But initially i thought was eugene who threw it at us.&lt;br /&gt;cause he was making a fuss about carrying it lol&lt;br /&gt;so, thought he pissed or smt til need to throw it on the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHHHAH.&lt;br /&gt;oh well mad man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162227490239339906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R6PqjT143YI/AAAAAAAAARc/KC8esRi3k0s/s400/sweeney5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to watch sweeny todd the demon barber&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the moment johnny depp started singing, we were stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAUSE WE DIDNT KNOW IT WAS A MUSICAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay fine. we jus dont read reviews.hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the whole story line was really okay.&lt;br /&gt;but just toooo much singing la.&lt;br /&gt;like more than grease or HAIRSPRAY IN FACT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT it was in a more sadistic way.&lt;br /&gt;he sang to his knife you know...&lt;br /&gt;like as though he found his soulmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was really sadistic how he sliced ppl throats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is this damn good quote from the movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;There's a hole in the world like a great black pit and it's filled with people who are filled with shit! And the vermin of the world inhabit it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SO TRUE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, later, kit kat fetched us.&lt;br /&gt;N the starting music in his car whenever he comes is always RIGHT THURR.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N you can literally go clubbing in his car.&lt;br /&gt;Its so bloody loud.&lt;br /&gt;N when we were at the petrol station,&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause there was a baby cockroach by the side of the inside of the car next to eugene head.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n kit kat thought one of us &lt;em&gt;kena&lt;/em&gt; murdered in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n erin couldnt stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;mad woman.. just like the water bottle man n sweeny todd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, he didnt bring us to geylang to see that furry coat prostitute.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to jalan kayu&lt;br /&gt;where erin n i couldnt stop laughing at the boys.&lt;br /&gt;not with them&lt;br /&gt;but AT them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, it was time to bring me home,&lt;br /&gt;we missed the opening to sengkang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"right or left?&lt;br /&gt;"RIGHT"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"right ya?"&lt;br /&gt;"YES KEEP RIGHT"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we entered the second opening on the SLE n how the heck we suppose to know it splits again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when we saw the opening on the left&lt;br /&gt;erin n i shouted "LEFTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;n i squeezed her thigh lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you both should go back to kidnergarten"&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;br /&gt;N erin, they were REALLY SUSPICIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with all the whispering n glances they did in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665846119764051688-6033797902623649742?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/6033797902623649742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=6033797902623649742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/6033797902623649742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/6033797902623649742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2008/02/series-of-unfortunate-events-day.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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/_60Eceh5q5vU/R6PqjT143YI/AAAAAAAAARc/KC8esRi3k0s/s72-c/sweeney5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665846119764051688.post-7187058167693657902</id><published>2008-01-31T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:48:56.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So today is my last day on level 2. &lt;div&gt;The whole of yesterday I was super confused on what the heck i should do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, yest n today was a mad rush to complete my work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the moment (like 1 sec later) i came back from my fish n co (treated by ed :D)lunch, "Cass! was about to call you. go down to studio! interview."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the day passed so fast..so did today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i counted, I owe S about 10 articles - but at least 1 pp each lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;huahuahua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me with my colleagues..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the most helpful girl who helped me a lot, the cockroach boy with funny comments &amp;amp; me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161635398932815218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R6HQDD143XI/AAAAAAAAARU/qk7XTUjTHFU/s400/Photo0020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me n charmaine &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161635068220333410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R6HPvz143WI/AAAAAAAAARM/IAbdjqho04E/s400/Photo0018.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and today my other ed said this to me during my second farewell lunch "be a naughty catholic girl and go have sex."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pictures from sat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161634574299094338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R6HPTD143UI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/d01mol6vOLg/s400/Photo0012Re.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161634879241772370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R6HPkz143VI/AAAAAAAAARE/K5h8zWMVA-s/s400/Photo0013Re.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665846119764051688-7187058167693657902?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/7187058167693657902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=7187058167693657902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/7187058167693657902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/7187058167693657902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-today-is-my-last-day-on-level-2.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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/_60Eceh5q5vU/R6HQDD143XI/AAAAAAAAARU/qk7XTUjTHFU/s72-c/Photo0020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665846119764051688.post-1929478453863254735</id><published>2008-01-28T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T21:17:32.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know my entries are so boring as its all words. no pics. cause im lazy to even bother to upload even if i had pics.&lt;br /&gt;bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;and i can even barely see my fonts in my precious-lappy-which-i-spent-my-whole-pay-on-excuse-me-i-am-broke-can-i-die.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how the heck the rest of you could even read my blog for the past months.&lt;br /&gt;HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my interpretation on how do you tell when you are seriously getting old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You start to re-listen to songs you used to listen when you were in primary or secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;like eg.&lt;br /&gt;Westlife's flying without wings&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;Ronan Keating's When you say nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Now I bet those who have run out of things to listen on their mp3 will start re-dl these tunes.&lt;br /&gt;right right righhhhhhttt!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I say so cause your parents STILL once in awhile listen to like Abba, BeeGees and...Tim Mcgraw (??) and gawd knows who were living in the 1950s...right?&lt;br /&gt;Its not like they listen to timbaland or smt. (lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, but u know my DAD even knows Apologise by One Republic! haha i just find that quite amusing. like know the words and stuff. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, if you are secretly listening to oldies 1990s music in year 2008 cause no latest music interest you, and you are like 20 and above, YOU ARE GETTING OLDDDDD! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, i try to be young still la.&lt;br /&gt;I watch drake &amp;amp; josh and HANNAH MONTANNA!&lt;br /&gt;and i like &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ZBoPlCzuRY"&gt;THE JONAS BROTHER'S LATEST SONG&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;and at first, i thought was nick carter's new song.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, let me embarrass erin here.&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you a story about cineleisure orchard innvolving a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Erin and I were looking at a yellow nailpolish (dont ask about why it was yellow!) when this malay girl approached us.&lt;br /&gt;We thought she was the salesgirl who wanted to tell us to fuck off as the shop was gg to close as it was already 10pm plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, i noticed she was carrying a sling bag. And, which stupid salesgirl will work and carry a bag at the same time right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Excuse me (looking at erin and staring into her almond eyes) my friend wants to know you...he wants ur number.&lt;br /&gt;Erin: huh? who? why?... (she probably went into the 5Ws &amp;amp; 1 H questions if she had the time)&lt;br /&gt;Cass: She has a boyfriend you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, the malay girl was still persistant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, then i turned around to see a  guy in a red colour bike jacket with a bike helment who ran into that bag shop at cine level 2 trying to pull his friend. &lt;em&gt;loser.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the girl was still going on being persistant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: you give me your number&lt;br /&gt;Erin: why not you give me your friends number&lt;br /&gt;Girl: you give me your number&lt;br /&gt;Cass to erin: give fake number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if i not wrong, the girl heard me say that.&lt;br /&gt;but she still went on asking erin for her number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, Erin gave a fake number&lt;br /&gt;and we ran away to watch THE HOUSE. (ARRRRR!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to the third part of my blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;Let me ask you a simple Q&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine you are in a car and your pulled over on an empty bridge which is above waters in the wee hours of the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see those ghost (think ju-on lady creeping down the steps) creeping up and over the bridge ledge, do you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Freak out and faint&lt;br /&gt;b. Drive off as fast as you can&lt;br /&gt;c. Wind down your window and look at the ghost for about a minute&lt;br /&gt;d. Get out of the car and kill yourself by jumping over the ledge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the freaking woman winded down her window to look at the ghost!!&lt;br /&gt;omg, what the. HELLO! WIND DOWN THE WINDOW?!!?&lt;br /&gt;the writers just wanted to piss us off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its as bad as getting out of the car and carrying the ghost and putting her at the back of your car and bringing her home with you so you can comb her hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh.&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/6665846119764051688-1929478453863254735?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/1929478453863254735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=1929478453863254735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/1929478453863254735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/1929478453863254735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-know-my-entries-are-so-boring-as-its.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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-6665846119764051688.post-3547328661710333729</id><published>2008-01-24T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T20:55:58.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heath ledger died.&lt;br /&gt;They said that it may not even be suicide.&lt;br /&gt;shall wait and see the coroner's result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was reading more about it on EW.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, britney is still alive.&lt;br /&gt;I think what she needs is to fake her own death.&lt;br /&gt;like what she wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today i tasted the best black forest cake ever.&lt;br /&gt;now it seems like black forest is so common n so whatever.&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;this black forest had alcohol in it WHICH TASTED DAMN GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;its actually a wedding cake brought back for us to eat.&lt;br /&gt;And, my colleague cut such a huge piece for me..and obviously himself! i was like so stunned by the size.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe being biased as serve our team first heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the blackcurrents in it were so nice! plus the thick layer of cream! and the alcohol! omg pls!&lt;br /&gt;And, my colleague and I went back for 2nd serving!  greedy &lt;em&gt;hor&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but the way he ate was damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was like as though he ate jamie oliver's food or smt&lt;br /&gt;or like the freshest lobster.&lt;br /&gt;the face and expression was like he was savouring every taste n flavour in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i conclude that cake with alcohol ARE THE BEST CAKES EVER. IF NOT, U ARE MISSING OUT A HECK LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday there is always smt said by this particular ed that makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;her comments are really like funny in her aunty like voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for eg, (i think i told my friends this already)&lt;br /&gt;this boy owes her like 2 stories la&lt;br /&gt;and she went "where is my bbq story and where is my landscape story? and where is my umbrella? give me back !! so i can beat u with it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today,&lt;br /&gt;there was this guy using those portable fans u know those u hold on ur hand n the switch on the little switch thingy n the plastic blades will spin? ya, those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this guy was using it and i think wanted to give her some wind..&lt;br /&gt;and she went&lt;br /&gt;"ahhhhhh! dont come near me! i very scared of those things hor! i will freak out and die!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. freak out and die??&lt;br /&gt;she so cartoon la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665846119764051688-3547328661710333729?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/3547328661710333729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=3547328661710333729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/3547328661710333729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/3547328661710333729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2008/01/heath-ledger-died.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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-6665846119764051688.post-4296013986181205235</id><published>2008-01-16T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T22:05:45.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>previously, i ever blogged about him but i always tend to delete as i felt bad that strangers or my friends would be reading about him and get a bad impression of him or smt...since he is family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today, we officially declared that we are not siblings anymore.&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some who know my no-longer-considered-brother, would think he is alright, cool, nice or whatever or some other nauseating bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;but, i would loveeeeeeeee to defer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know if he reads this, okay? whatever? (that means he secretly has been reading my blog omg whatsoever roll my eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, he thinks i have no respect for ppl.&lt;br /&gt;excuse me?&lt;br /&gt;he so has no respect for others.&lt;br /&gt;he only knows how to preach and think he is like super perfect butttttttttt sorry, he aint.&lt;br /&gt;like who the heck gave him the right to judge me? he barely knows me. we barely talk.&lt;br /&gt;he first of all only knows how to talk but does not DO what he preaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is those action-bedek guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when my friends say that he hogs the car cause he wants to action in front of the gf, i dont defend him cause ITS TRUE.&lt;br /&gt;he is bloody lazy.&lt;br /&gt;walking to the lrt station makes him tired (mind you the lrt station is 5 mins away) cause he is too used to hogging the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when im in town, my mum asks me to ask him for a lift home.&lt;br /&gt;but i dont&lt;br /&gt;cause i am thankful for my legs.&lt;br /&gt;and, i know he will never give me a lift home as its prob only for his gf.&lt;br /&gt;AND EXCUSE ME, its my FATHERS CAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he has a problem with the way i talk.&lt;br /&gt;he tends to think i love to shout at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when my father acidently hit me, hot milo spilled all over me. burning me.&lt;br /&gt;and duh, i shouted OUCH!&lt;br /&gt;and he had a problem with it.&lt;br /&gt;how ridiculous?&lt;br /&gt;he was like why must u always shout??&lt;br /&gt;I was like 'cause its hot rite!!"&lt;br /&gt;ya, he loves to find fault in everything i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like when hot stuff spill on you, you obv shout rite? then? laugh?&lt;br /&gt;silly.&lt;br /&gt;so then it got into a heated argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ya, i just detest his super disgusting attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was even like "u only need me when u cry or what!"&lt;br /&gt;like hello?? did i ask u to talk to me when i cry?&lt;br /&gt;and its bloody insincere!&lt;br /&gt;but obviously, he thinks he is always right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like u give money to charity..&lt;br /&gt;and then one day&lt;br /&gt;you go n tell the charity that they are in debt from u and tell them next time dont ask you for your money.&lt;br /&gt;wtf rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well! cause he always think he rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time i ignored him when he started going on and on and went into the room and came out n shouted again (i think he got so pissed off i was like ignoring him n came out to speak his mind again. ego u know!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my comments made to ignore him were like&lt;br /&gt;"eh whats the bankers deal??"&lt;br /&gt;"omg! the milo so thick!"&lt;br /&gt;"who the heck is shouting so loudly!!" (and i actually looked out at the balcony window to act like as though the sound really was coming from outside)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when he had smacking sex in the toilet of our house, did i say anything? did i go n tell my parents when they got back from the holiday? NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt tell not for him&lt;br /&gt;but for his gf.&lt;br /&gt;cause i bet she was super embarrassed&lt;br /&gt;and plus, my parents see a halo over her head compared to the other exs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we found condom boxes under his bed, did my mother go n confront him abt it? NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe they think he is 21 and above so whatever.&lt;br /&gt;but if i not wrong, my parents still think its wrong to have pre-marital sex (religion n stuff)&lt;br /&gt;but i bet they wont say anything cause he sits on a throne in the house..floating on condoms probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously need to move out of this house...this is a home that i dont at all fit in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DONT FIT IN TO THIS FAMILY AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one cares about my opinions&lt;br /&gt;i am always not noticed&lt;br /&gt;always ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i need to move out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im the very few who thinks that my friends know me better than my family.&lt;br /&gt;i need to move far away from here.&lt;br /&gt;far away from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665846119764051688-4296013986181205235?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/4296013986181205235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=4296013986181205235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/4296013986181205235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/4296013986181205235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2008/01/previously-i-ever-blogged-about-him-but.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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-6665846119764051688.post-7570151098719981095</id><published>2008-01-11T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T23:13:31.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg, wtf.&lt;br /&gt;personally, i feel its better than Michael buble version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fkNK5HuTacI&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fkNK5HuTacI&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their songs are quite therapeutic to hear esp when you need to relax when you have cramps/tummy ache.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I just have this thing for songs with the title Home.&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/6665846119764051688-7570151098719981095?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/7570151098719981095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=7570151098719981095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/7570151098719981095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/7570151098719981095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2008/01/omg-wtf.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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-6665846119764051688.post-1648517086395950090</id><published>2008-01-09T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T21:09:11.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;random nonsense&lt;/strong&gt; with the colleagues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N: "cass! come here! look!"&lt;br /&gt;walks over to D's desk&lt;br /&gt;AND I FIND A &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;COCKROACH&lt;/span&gt; PINNED ON HIS DESK PARTITION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: "EEEE. so gross! take it down! what is it doing there!"&lt;br /&gt;D: "its been there since yesterday u know!"&lt;br /&gt;C: "then why didnt you take it down YESTERDAY!?"&lt;br /&gt;D: "I didnt know I have enemies in the office who do such things to me..." *acts sad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few mins later D walks over to my desk with the cockroach on the tissue paper&lt;br /&gt;C: "EEEEE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he spots a baygone near my desk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: "you cockroach killer! you killed it n put it on my desk!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;N NO I DID NOT PUT IT AT HIS DESK.&lt;br /&gt;I DONT EVEN DARE TOUCH A ROACH PLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665846119764051688-1648517086395950090?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/1648517086395950090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=1648517086395950090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/1648517086395950090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/1648517086395950090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2008/01/random-nonsense-with-colleagues-n-cass.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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-6665846119764051688.post-2856000944952658791</id><published>2008-01-06T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T11:28:52.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Besides the major acute illnesses, stomach flu is just the worse kind of sickness to every come about!&lt;br /&gt;Its the worst illness I've ever got! okay, besides chicken pox n measels n 40 degree high fever.&lt;br /&gt;BUT STILL!&lt;br /&gt;CAUSE I HATE THE FEELING OF VOMIT!&lt;br /&gt;I RATHER SHIT IT OUT.&lt;br /&gt;This is why I AINT BULEMIC/ANOREXIC LIKE HOW FUCKS OUT THERE THINK I AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up feeling gastric pain and all that so then I just decided to eat hotcakes thinking it be better later like other times.&lt;br /&gt;After my 2nd hotcake, I felt like crap.&lt;br /&gt;It wouldnt be my first time hotcakes made me sick - countless diarrhoea moments!&lt;br /&gt;my stomach felt even worse and then&lt;br /&gt;I VOMITED.&lt;br /&gt;Its was the worst vomit experience out of 20 years of my life.&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt stop vomiting and crying at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt even breathe! I was holding on to toilet stuffs for my dear life. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later i went to lie down.&lt;br /&gt;It was lunch time.&lt;br /&gt;my mother gave me some rice n a tiny beef chop to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Barely even eating 2 spoonfuls,&lt;br /&gt;I vomited for the second time.&lt;br /&gt;this time, it was a heck lot!&lt;br /&gt;I could taste the sauce of the food coming out hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know after u puke, there is a few mins where u feel OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;sooooooo, GREEDY ME, after the second puke, I gobbled down the rice and beef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which later came out for the third time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then, being sick n all, I really wanted to go out with my family to buy materials to make our dresses.&lt;br /&gt;We were at Chinatown.&lt;br /&gt;where I vomited for the fourth time at the carpark.&lt;br /&gt;It filled half a plastic bag!&lt;br /&gt;HAHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt even make it.&lt;br /&gt;So they brought me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ATE NOTHING YESTERDAY.&lt;br /&gt;my throat felt corroded with the acidic vomit.&lt;br /&gt;hahah SERIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665846119764051688-2856000944952658791?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/2856000944952658791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=2856000944952658791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/2856000944952658791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/2856000944952658791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2008/01/besides-major-acute-illnesses-stomach.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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-6665846119764051688.post-3788841480520228676</id><published>2008-01-03T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:48:56.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't make resolutions cause I wont keep it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to write it down cause I'm afraid to jinx it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't hope for smt cause I know the more you hope, the more it wont come true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So basically, I just &lt;em&gt;lepak&lt;/em&gt; at the corner and wait for fate to do the work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If its meant to be, it be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If not, its just not my luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God's plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;smt like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;GET IT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HATED JAN 2!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause its a new year and I was suffering from massive new year blues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everyday since jan 2 (lol. its been like only a day since 2nd. im so exaggerated &lt;strong&gt;hor&lt;/strong&gt;), I've been super lazy to even wake up. My eyes could barely open and I DREAD mornings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoped like I was my own boss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wake up at 11am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;work at 2pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finish work at 2.48pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and earn millions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who are we kidding!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So all I can aspire is to be the next sleeping beauty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seriously hope I can sleep all day x 365 days x rest of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but that would mean I have to be a corpse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151244847156344786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R3zl5WHQt9I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/SoxSB27C81Q/s400/not_so_beautiful_after_all_by_rocketcica.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ppl, you guys SHOULD/MUST search for &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=miss+swan"&gt;Miss Swan &lt;/a&gt;in youtube.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm slow but I just recently found out about her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SHE IS DAMN ANNOYINGLY FUNNY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i reccommend the HOT900 &amp;amp; Mcronalds!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665846119764051688-3788841480520228676?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/3788841480520228676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=3788841480520228676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/3788841480520228676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/3788841480520228676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-dont-make-resolutions-cause-i-wont.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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/_60Eceh5q5vU/R3zl5WHQt9I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/SoxSB27C81Q/s72-c/not_so_beautiful_after_all_by_rocketcica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665846119764051688.post-6999639732300544960</id><published>2008-01-01T22:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T22:14:41.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Handle Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.mp3asset.com/swf/mp3/mff-bear.swf" quality="high" wmode="transparent" flashvars="myid=7128850&amp;path=2008/01/01&amp;mycolor=0xF3C363&amp;mycolor2=0xF1E9BB&amp;mycolor3=0x5C483A&amp;autoplay=true&amp;rand=0&amp;f=3&amp;vol=100" width="135" height="190" name="myflashfetish" align="middle"type="application/x-shockwave-flash" &gt; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R3Soj2HQt8I/AAAAAAAAAQs/V5sf7YpuNug/s400/Those_reindeer_are_big_by_georgiarose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;its christmas time!&lt;br /&gt;12 days of christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148919238329677746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R3SixGHQt7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/nnqSC_BTFe4/s400/Christmas_Tree_by_MacIomhair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;24th dec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;half day at the workplace (yay! new years eve too!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a few gifts received but not exchanged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;clocked striked one and it was off to the crescent for some rest before 8.30pm mass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stood for 1 &amp;amp; 1/2 hour in mass and my legs ached like hell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;stood in the baby sound proof room where i could totally smell baby fart + powder milk = puke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the kids were just so annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;screaming n making nonsensical noise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;then, it was back to my house for midnight supper with family and relatives (dad's side).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;caught up in 'teenage' chatter with a p5 cousin of mine.&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly, the topics with a younger girl like 9 years apart arent as bad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;believe it or not, we talked abt Friendster (doh), BLOGGER, ij school, CONTACT LENSES, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yea, she has friendster, she showed me her blog (when she asked me if i had one, I obviously said "no" FOR PRIVACY REASONS hahaha), she's from ij b. timah.. and SHE HAS BEEN WEARING LENSES SINCE PRI THREEEEE!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she even has coloured lenses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;25th dec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;bright and early in the afternoon (hahhh), mum n dad took turns to use the osim uzap which i bought for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;n after my dad showered n changed he came outside n was like "i lost weight after using it! look! my pants.. too big!" n shows us the free space of his pants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mum n i totally went wth cause where got instant results la!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;off to my cousin's houses (mum's side)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nothing eventful at all... except now we all know there's a KID. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;26th dec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;back to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;27th dec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the usual xmas party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;28th dec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tired tired tired&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;met up with erin n eugene at tcc at clarke q. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;later, we watched the new ride - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7rmxzhD0l4g"&gt;extreme swing&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OMGGGGGGG, its freaking scary n good at the same time la!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I PROMISE I WILL TAKE WITH YOU ERIN!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so we realised it was open, so decided to take a look at how the ride goes n everything..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;shocker one: that the ball/capsule (where you sit that thing) will take you you freaking high like seven stories high ( we think?).. like slowly move you up n up n up while you face down&lt;br /&gt;then it takes off n flies you...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;shocker two: ALL THE WAY ABOVE THE FREAKING SINGAPORE WATERS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;shocker three: nothing for you to hold&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;shocker four: the ladies who wore skirts did not fly open.&lt;br /&gt;when we found out that this lady was wearing a dress on the ride, pervy us purposely stood at the spot where the capsule would fly directly above us. haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wanna upload the video but my voice sounds damn weird la. so, no.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, when the ball took off, you could hear us too like..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ppl on the ride: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;eugene: EH!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;erin: HAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;cass: OMG!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29th dec&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;off to bukit timah for natalie's 20th bday bash.&lt;br /&gt;bbq&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30th dec&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;natalie's bday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;went over for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; when it came to cutting the bday cake right, it got ruth &amp;amp; I really confused.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the scenario:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;they had an aunt (i think her name is slyvia) over the hp loudspeaker.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so they started to sing the bday song...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"happy birthday to you (x2).. happy birthday to.... SYLVIA, happy birthday to you!"&lt;/p&gt;huh?!?!&lt;br /&gt;ruth n i just looked at each other.&lt;br /&gt;okayyy, maybe its the aunts birthday too so possibly they sang for her first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i heard the dad say "now natalie's turn!"&lt;br /&gt;then she stood in front of the cake&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; we thought okay, now her turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, the parents were like "okay, cut the cake!"&lt;br /&gt;huh?!?!&lt;br /&gt;what happened to her birthday song?&lt;br /&gt;this just cracked ruthie n I for a few minutes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so was the first bday song for her or not??"&lt;br /&gt;"dont know whats happening! let's call natalie sylvia"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;31st dec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i totally hated work today&lt;br /&gt;no idea but have this feeling in my stomach that work sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up&lt;br /&gt;countdown!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 jan 08 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665846119764051688-3582236210182156634?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/3582236210182156634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=3582236210182156634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/3582236210182156634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/3582236210182156634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-christmas-time-12-days-of-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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/_60Eceh5q5vU/R3Soj2HQt8I/AAAAAAAAAQs/V5sf7YpuNug/s72-c/Those_reindeer_are_big_by_georgiarose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665846119764051688.post-7436609231881752470</id><published>2007-12-23T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:48:57.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R24X4WHQt6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/RJxQZTUFVrQ/s1600-h/The_Lights_by_PrettyPretty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147077680907204514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R24X4WHQt6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/RJxQZTUFVrQ/s400/The_Lights_by_PrettyPretty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R24VYmHQt5I/AAAAAAAAAQU/FNq6MpXPa5U/s1600-h/xmas.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was a last minute desperate gift shopping in the heartlands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to amk hub (&lt;em&gt;yes, omigosh pls&lt;/em&gt;) where we opened our big eyes n shopped for gifts for siblings &amp;amp; friends. I even picked out MY gift (&lt;em&gt;so dejavu from last year&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;so, I already know what Ruth is gonna give me. &lt;em&gt;Act surprised&lt;/em&gt;? hahhh.&lt;br /&gt;I love ny!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was off to toa payoh for church where nat joined us.&lt;br /&gt;the usual laughter in between.&lt;br /&gt;and the habit which we want to enforce in each other -- don't cross your legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after mass, we set off on a dark journey to orchard road for dumpling dinner and drinks at starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;our private chatter was disturbed by a group of friends who joined us on the couch and started throwing coffee beans at each other.&lt;br /&gt;so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;so we left to walk around town a little bit more before we ended our journey so we could go&lt;br /&gt;home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello midnight.&lt;br /&gt;the latest i slept in like freaking 2 months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be prepared for more late nights this Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Can I actually make it?&lt;br /&gt;HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas seems like 2 days away - on tuedays.&lt;br /&gt;but to me, its TMR.&lt;br /&gt;cause have to attend 8.30pm mass n then celebrate at midnight.&lt;br /&gt;SO, CHRISTMAS IS HERE!&lt;br /&gt;SO FAST!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&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/6665846119764051688-7436609231881752470?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/7436609231881752470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=7436609231881752470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/7436609231881752470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/7436609231881752470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2007/12/yesterday-was-last-minute-desperate.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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/_60Eceh5q5vU/R24X4WHQt6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/RJxQZTUFVrQ/s72-c/The_Lights_by_PrettyPretty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665846119764051688.post-6067749620468088518</id><published>2007-12-15T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T13:50:17.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wanted to blog about this but kept forgetting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you watched the youtube video of how americans cant even answer some basic general knowledge questions? &lt;em&gt;(i think its quite an old vid..a year or few months ago?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it was on news or some docu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO, GO CHECK YOUR OWN KNOWLEDGE AND SEE WHETHER YOU CAN ANSWER THE QUESTIONS OR ..YOU ARE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT SMART LIKE THOSE PPL IN THE VIDEO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the questions were like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: name a country that starts with U&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this guy said U-goslavia. (&lt;em&gt;ahem&lt;/em&gt;, it actually starts with a Y - yugoslavia)&lt;br /&gt;and then the reporter goes "how about &lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;nited States of America?"&lt;br /&gt;doohhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets move on to some of my favourite Qs they had difficulty with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: What is the RELIGION OF A BUDDHIST MONK?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you cant even answer this too, u should go back to pre-school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: how many sides does a triangle have?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*#(!*#!)#@!&lt;br /&gt;a chic actually said THERE IS NO SIDES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait till you see them pinpoint a certain country on the world map!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: what is a mosque?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their answer: an animal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xD843AXMTJE"&gt;GO WATCH IF YOU HAVE NOT!&lt;/a&gt; CLICK CLICK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665846119764051688-6067749620468088518?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/6067749620468088518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=6067749620468088518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/6067749620468088518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/6067749620468088518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2007/12/wanted-to-blog-about-this-but-kept.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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-6665846119764051688.post-8457013218421343502</id><published>2007-12-12T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T21:29:00.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cristina, I could promise to hold you, and to cherish you.&lt;br /&gt;I could promise to be there, in sickness and in health.&lt;br /&gt;I could say till death do us part.&lt;br /&gt;But I won't.&lt;br /&gt;Those vows are for optimistic couples, the ones full of hope.&lt;br /&gt;I do not stand here on my wedding day optimistic or full of hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;I am not hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am sure.&lt;br /&gt;I am steady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'm a heart man.&lt;br /&gt;Take 'em apart, put 'em back together, hold them in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;I am a heart man.&lt;br /&gt;So this, I am sure.&lt;br /&gt;You are my partner.&lt;br /&gt;My lover.&lt;br /&gt;My very best friend.&lt;br /&gt;My heart.&lt;br /&gt;My heart beats for you.&lt;br /&gt;And on this day, the day of our wedding, I promise you this.&lt;br /&gt;I promise you to lay my heart in the palm of your hands, I promise you... me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PERFECT WEDDING VOWS!&lt;br /&gt;by Preston Burke from Grey's Anatomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OrkABRK4K5E&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;When he said it, it was freaking touching till I cried.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished watching season 3 grey's anatomy! yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665846119764051688-8457013218421343502?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/8457013218421343502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=8457013218421343502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/8457013218421343502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/8457013218421343502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2007/12/cristina-i-could-promise-to-hold-you.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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-6665846119764051688.post-5762043798254091234</id><published>2007-12-05T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:48:59.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>longest entry in a long while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS AN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140454437751289490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R1aQE2o-9pI/AAAAAAAAAO8/kyEayj_X5gw/s400/ipodtouch_narrowweb__300x501,2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IPOD TOUCH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyone? *batters eyelashes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140466038457956082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R1aaoGo-9vI/AAAAAAAAAPs/HG0e53oXIx4/s400/Photo0386.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So anyway, yesterday I went to an indian restaurant in Chinatown. HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went there cause it was featured in Makan sutra. (you know I always thought it was makan sutra ROAR! hahaha. but it is actually raw.) :/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I dont really want to give it a bad review but certain things were quite bad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The moment I entered, I was greeted with a dusty and greasy plate. Okay, nvm can always swap it rite? closed one eye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The food dishes were actually nice -yummy.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140465475817240242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R1aaHWo-9rI/AAAAAAAAAPM/FNxNvM37-DE/s400/Photo0375.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Appetizer- dumplings about 8 bucks &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140465686270637762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R1aaTmo-9sI/AAAAAAAAAPU/zr25EwaaTKk/s400/Photo0384.jpg" border="0" /&gt;there are 2 garlic naan and one plain naan. around 3 bucks per naan? and u see the silver bowl? Its our chicken curry (the chicken is nice!) IT COSTS 11 bucks for that small bowl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;BUT the naan right, if it was hot, it be even better. but it wasn't. (this reminds me abit of of the cold pasta at sketches at Robertson Quay!).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the garlic naan was rather cold. As I quote myself "my braces feel like it wants to come out!" cause Ive been chewing and chewing on the naan. and my fork could not even pierce through the naan. you see the naan on the floor? I had a hard time cutting it til it slipped off my plate and fell on the ground. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140465866659264226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R1aaeGo-9uI/AAAAAAAAAPk/INWrgNm65iY/s400/Photo0385.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yea, my only prob was the naan and the plates.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the reastaurant actually reminded me of those in Vietnam - very Asian and exotic?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140465248183973538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R1aZ6Go-9qI/AAAAAAAAAPE/nflUxJFUYrc/s400/Photo0361.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140465785054885586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R1aaZWo-9tI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Ex7Pik_tDKM/s400/Photo0379.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, next! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changi Airport for popeye on Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bunch of pics you are about to see shows u my "fake smile".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140469173784082178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R1ademo-9wI/AAAAAAAAAP0/pd3iNJtAXdE/s400/DSCF4434.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140471256843220770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R1afX2o-9yI/AAAAAAAAAQE/vh1ayjMIeq0/s400/DSCF4435.JPG" border="0" /&gt; oh gawd. i look strange here. i dont look Singaporean or somesort. :S &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you must stare at it longer then soon you realise i dont look so eek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140469942583228178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R1aeLWo-9xI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WVRvt6DzT5U/s400/DSCF4439.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NEXT! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140473348492293938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R1ahRmo-9zI/AAAAAAAAAQM/liMPQEH3X0g/s400/capt.sge.fof46.011207162437.photo00.photo.default-351x512.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone caught Ms World? &lt;div&gt;I dont want to say its some sort of conspiracy or anything...cause I will never know if it is or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, maybe she won cause she is the prettiest and the tallest among the top 5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but winning in your own homeland?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HMMM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one of the power countries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;getwaddamean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, good thing is an asian country won. weee! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;notice the picture she is wearing the crown but not the ms world sash?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause those who watched, surely witnessed her winning walk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the sash fell to the the base of her gown while she kept walking for a good half minute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i laughed a good half minute too. I cringed at the sight of it too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/6665846119764051688-5762043798254091234?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/5762043798254091234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=5762043798254091234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/5762043798254091234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/5762043798254091234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2007/12/longest-entry-in-long-while-all-i-want.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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/_60Eceh5q5vU/R1aQE2o-9pI/AAAAAAAAAO8/kyEayj_X5gw/s72-c/ipodtouch_narrowweb__300x501,2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665846119764051688.post-2671816708836739854</id><published>2007-11-29T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T20:12:08.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"I traded our Australia tickets for a tour for all of us! A tour to...johor."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pck.&lt;br /&gt;and I laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday passed by rather fast.. cause I spent most of the time away from my desk..not that i am complaining.&lt;br /&gt;but today passed by soooo fucking slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had my first studio photoshoot.&lt;br /&gt;kinda okay ya know.&lt;br /&gt;helping models and crediting outfits for fashion spread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after lunch, it was off to spore design fest!&lt;br /&gt;I went for two art events:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.utterubbish.com/"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://app.singaporedesignfestival.com/event/event_details.asp?id=26"&gt;2 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I preferred the first one.&lt;br /&gt;kinda cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, what a boring entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr I have like from 7pm onwards to do my pwt slides.&lt;br /&gt;gawd.&lt;br /&gt;help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its getting even more boring.&lt;br /&gt;yawn.&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/6665846119764051688-2671816708836739854?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/2671816708836739854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=2671816708836739854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/2671816708836739854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/2671816708836739854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-traded-our-australia-tickets-for-tour.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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-6665846119764051688.post-8344847284095423944</id><published>2007-11-27T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T20:09:35.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NEED A JOB?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; sure if the position has been taken up yet.&lt;br /&gt;but I can still try for you as the hr asked me whether I know anyone who want to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, its only for one month.&lt;br /&gt;for the month of Jan 08.&lt;br /&gt;but it IS still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;smt&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she told me its for the mag 8eight days .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to replace/help them out as one of their writers be away for a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, if you are interested, tag me or email or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;friendster&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;msg&lt;/span&gt; me if you shy to tag.&lt;br /&gt;or you dont want to even do all of the above cause you dont want to admit you read my blog, then I cant really help you can I? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;then I give u my email for you to send me your resume so that I can pass it to the hr dept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quickly okay before the position is taken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you been reading my blog n &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; dare work where I do, the beginning is always rather tough. its getting okay-okay now. but obviously there will be some downs.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, diff mags, diff &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt;, diff experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665846119764051688-8344847284095423944?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/8344847284095423944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=8344847284095423944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/8344847284095423944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/8344847284095423944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2007/11/need-job-i-aint-sure-if-position-has.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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-6665846119764051688.post-6723276463049663049</id><published>2007-11-25T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:49:06.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MARRIED &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NAKED MAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things on the agenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, the streets of Orchard Road was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;super...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;crowded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;crowded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;crowded&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;people were EVERYWHERE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all the eateries had queues&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the lines were like snakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to remain calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136739388293310466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R0ldQg766AI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Zl19_eoVhMk/s400/collaboration6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I need a holiday ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;I need to get away from the heat, the stressful environment and irritating people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently, I'm reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136741595906500626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R0lfRA766BI/AAAAAAAAAOs/wffWjvsybEM/s400/9780143002383.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to reccommend this book to couples who want or plan to get &lt;strong&gt;married&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy it BEFORE you say 'I do'.. so you can answer the questions together..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont worry I dont intend to get hitched yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;jared leto is one hot &lt;strong&gt;naked man&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136744658218182690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/R0liDQ766CI/AAAAAAAAAO0/onTakdT-nkw/s400/jared_leto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;his past pics were really gothic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;his current look is much better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;he is in this band called 30 seconds to mars. havent actually heard them yet. all I know about him is he and cameron diaz used to date...according to VH1.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this reminds me of the time in secondary school.. the time when too fast too furious came out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, at the last pocket of my file, I kept a half naked a4 photo of Tyrese.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and some of my friends and I would gawk at it during like...MT classes.... i think?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665846119764051688-6723276463049663049?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/6723276463049663049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=6723276463049663049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/6723276463049663049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/6723276463049663049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2007/11/yesterday-streets-of-orchard-road-was.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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/_60Eceh5q5vU/R0ldQg766AI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Zl19_eoVhMk/s72-c/collaboration6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665846119764051688.post-7196965937633232414</id><published>2007-11-23T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T21:57:59.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wrote a whole chunk of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;but I am afraid to jinx it all if i blog &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;yes, I am super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;superstitious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall tell my closest friends only.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna say a big '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thankew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' with a :D to my friends who have been there for me when I was down during the past few weeks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; certain stuff like w o r k.&lt;br /&gt;its getting &lt;u&gt;slightly&lt;/u&gt; better compared to the previous weeks.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; know how long this &lt;u&gt;'slightly better'&lt;/u&gt; will last though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ohh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, a tip from &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt;: "never start a sentence with 'Its'. Only good writers can." are you rolling your eyes? well i sure did.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway twice this week I had the same kind of conversation with two diff colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;it both went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;smt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; like this-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey what are you? whats your race?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm mixed blood"&lt;br /&gt;"but you sound so....."&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;"YEA!"&lt;br /&gt;"(laughs) yea i get that a lot too cause most of my friends are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and more convos went like :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yea I sound like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but look like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;malay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; eh!"&lt;br /&gt;"no? you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I was wondering what the heck you are la!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weee! :D&lt;br /&gt;see this is what happens when you stopped tanning for 2 years!&lt;br /&gt;my complexion turns a shade of pale brown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"whats your secondary school?"&lt;br /&gt;"im from a convent school"&lt;br /&gt;"Actually I wanted to ask you if you from one! cause you bloody look like one"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bloody &lt;/em&gt;mannn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND OH MY FUCKING SHIT !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading lime when I got the freaking shock of my freaking life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was abt to flip the damn page when I saw this bunch of convent girls at the top right hand corner. then i noticed the cloth badge. my secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the second pic were all convent girls.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking 'wtf the whole class went to the click 5 concert isit!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the next pic at the bottom i noticed my sch hall and the fucking big slogan above it!&lt;br /&gt;CLICK FIVE WENT TO MY SECONDARY SCHOOL??&lt;br /&gt;WTF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;IS IT FOR ASSEMBLY PERFORMANCE?&lt;br /&gt;OH MY SHIT ASS .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I aint a fan of click 5.&lt;br /&gt;but helooooooo some american boyband stars went to my secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK LA!&lt;br /&gt;its like for eg, in my time, BACKSTREET BOYS/BLUE COMES TO MY SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;HELOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it actually came out on news.&lt;br /&gt;can u imagine the thousandsss of shrieking girls in the enclosed air con hall?&lt;br /&gt;well I can cause I heard it before!&lt;br /&gt;doh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, click five must have drove past my house!&lt;br /&gt;they were a hop, step, jump away from me!&lt;br /&gt;lucky not some major hot star.. if not i be like:&lt;br /&gt;eg.&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT!! DANIEL RADCLIFFE WAS 5 MINS AWAY FROM ME AND I DIDNT KNOW?!?! WASTED!! 5 mins away you know!"&lt;br /&gt;bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay forget it.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665846119764051688-7196965937633232414?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/7196965937633232414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=7196965937633232414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/7196965937633232414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/7196965937633232414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-wrote-whole-chunk-of-stuff.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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-6665846119764051688.post-5113837015415586660</id><published>2007-11-19T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T20:54:10.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From 8.30am to 6pm whenever I hear a certain shuffle of slippers coming, I will have the most crappiest kind of attitude.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why but I also make it worse.&lt;br /&gt;by forgetting things or purposely taking my own sweet time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moment I opened my email, I saw "see me the first thing in the morning. thanks"&lt;br /&gt;oh gawd.&lt;br /&gt;but I dont.&lt;br /&gt;when I saw it, I went toilet, made hot chocolate, sat down n swiveled around.&lt;br /&gt;cause I know what is going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;I've become so WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;cause I dont want to HURT.&lt;br /&gt;GET IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how I've reacted over time whenever Ive been hearing "I've reworked your work"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've rework your work"&lt;br /&gt;- "ohhokay..." :'( &lt;em&gt;my eyes tear up a little&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've rework your work"&lt;br /&gt;-"oh...k" :( &lt;em&gt;i curse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've rework your work"&lt;br /&gt;-"oh." :l &lt;em&gt;i'm so whatever + I curse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've rework your work"&lt;br /&gt;"......" &lt;em&gt;just turns around walks back to desk n eats my biscuits.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart has become a cold stone during office hours.&lt;br /&gt;I make fake smiles all day.&lt;br /&gt;you know those :) then goes :l in 2 seconds flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad asked me to help him type an sms to my aunt (and the sarcasm in sms is HIS not mine)..&amp;amp; it went something like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt: "For mothers &lt;em&gt;(talking abt my grandmama)&lt;/em&gt; birthday we shall eat at Sunset."&lt;br /&gt;Dad "Why so far away? why not we go tuas or johor"&lt;br /&gt;Aunt "okay. then we all sit in your car"&lt;br /&gt;Dad "no problem. I can go there to put petrol. we all chip in in ringgit. then later we shall do cheap cheap shopping in johor for christmas. kill two birds with one stone"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errr.. so what abt the birthday?&lt;br /&gt;:\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY HEART HAS BECOME STONED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;myheart becomesfull oflove onlywhen Iamwith mybf.&lt;br /&gt;andfriends.&lt;br /&gt;orwhen Isee anold man'slegs wobblewhen hedoes nothave aseat inthe train.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665846119764051688-5113837015415586660?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/5113837015415586660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=5113837015415586660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/5113837015415586660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/5113837015415586660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2007/11/from-8.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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-6665846119764051688.post-2750712199183313739</id><published>2007-11-17T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:49:07.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was reading a friend's blog and I had two realizations:&lt;br /&gt;1.Christmas is coming ! (oh my!! so fast! n soon 2008!)&lt;br /&gt;2. non-christians/catholics celebrate xmas in orchard road/clubs just like new years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I think I blogged about this before in my other blog but celebrating at orchard road/club/etc kinda spoils the true meaning of christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like u go down to orchard n blow bubbles at strangers. That is so NOT christmas.&lt;br /&gt;christmas is not only abt eating turkey n gimme-more-presents.&lt;br /&gt;I guess the meaning of christmas is spoilt by media/advertisers/etc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like the mooncake festival. its not all abt eating mooncake rite?&lt;br /&gt;as bestfriend told me there is like a folk tale behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like christmas.&lt;br /&gt;but ours not folk tale la.&lt;br /&gt;its when Christ is born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, what has christ got to do with blowing bubbles n spraying foam at bangla ppl?&lt;br /&gt;its not some zouk out foam festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you are open minded, and if you want to know and FEEL the real xmas, step into any church. christian or&lt;br /&gt;catholic church.&lt;br /&gt;im not sure how Christians celebrate though - like Presbyterians or Methodists or etc&lt;br /&gt;NOT asking you to pray or anything.&lt;br /&gt;maybe just see.&lt;br /&gt;observe.&lt;br /&gt;know.&lt;br /&gt;open to NEW experiences and knowledge.....?&lt;br /&gt;if you shy to go, ask me la.&lt;br /&gt;make a date with me this christmas eve. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;dont worry, I wont stalk you after mass n force you to join my parish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel the mood of Christmas with the carolling and the unity of us.&lt;br /&gt;midnight masses are the best.&lt;br /&gt;its really a oh-my-its-Christmas! feeling.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;its just indescribable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sure beats the other times when sometimes you feel the dread for mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, just a suggestion if you dont want an orchard road xmas or a boring one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, now singers are remaking christmas songs rite..dohh.&lt;br /&gt;Since young til now, I like Hanson (YES, HANSON!!!) silent night-o holy night medley.&lt;br /&gt;(dont want to play dont play &lt;em&gt;lor&lt;/em&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_-1" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#000000" flashvars="id=-1&amp;amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=.8yck5WdvN3Ln9Gbi5ybpRWYy9SNuIjLn9Gbi5ybpRWYy9Cdl5mLulWYy1SZoRXLyVGdmFmL3d3d/Hanson%2520-%2520Silent%2520Night%2520Medley_%2520O%2520Holy%2520Night.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#000000;border:#0099CC;button:#0099CC;player_text:#0033CC;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW THIS IS CHRISTMAS!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all, what the heck is &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XKpXw_Lb5Lg"&gt;amy winehouse &lt;/a&gt;singing????&lt;br /&gt;at one point of time she reminded me of my friend when she is ''breaking up'' on the hp.&lt;br /&gt;like ahhkk..errkk..bleek..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part of work on thursday was when I and a colleague had to go to a certain twins home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ex mtv vjs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they also acted in that latest local movie also. some (fruit) sisters. lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;they made us a 3 course lunch too. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all part of exposure.. as i have "a lot to learn"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, i m reminded of that CONSTANTLY everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, for the bottom part of my previous entry rite,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it shows that some guys can be really omg-let-me-roll-my-eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"what gave you the right to say all those things to me. you dont even know me for yearsssssssss to judge"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"fine. suit yourself."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;RITE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"fine suit yourself" ???? its said like as though I dont even know myself n i need ppl to point out n tell me who they think I AM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, just a THOUGHT,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'r u ready to get married?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;not saying I am, buttttt...cant help but imagine rite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;dont be freaked out by what u are abt to see !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but rite, &lt;strong&gt;if &lt;/strong&gt;I get married, this is what i will probably choose..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133669882541041602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/Rz51jw7658I/AAAAAAAAAOE/Xkav7xTVcd0/s320/Swarovski.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;my swarovski wedding cake from collette- cause its purplish. HAHAHA. Collete is famous in new york.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133672944852723666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/Rz54WA7659I/AAAAAAAAAOM/u3ZJS9NY10o/s320/ring.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;my 18 karat white gold and diamonds from Chanel. HAAHA.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133677677906683874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/Rz58pg765-I/AAAAAAAAAOU/G8xMnGXE8w8/s320/vera.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;lastly, my vera wang wedding dress!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if cant get what I want, something similar &lt;em&gt;also can la&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im mad ! ive been reading too much wedding mags!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665846119764051688-2750712199183313739?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/2750712199183313739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=2750712199183313739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/2750712199183313739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/2750712199183313739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2007/11/part-of-work-on-thursday-was-when-i-and.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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/_60Eceh5q5vU/Rz51jw7658I/AAAAAAAAAOE/Xkav7xTVcd0/s72-c/Swarovski.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665846119764051688.post-2217570079628878405</id><published>2007-11-13T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:49:07.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/RzmgtCtuepI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ZLdYd2t9PhQ/s1600-h/Can_I_Scream__by_PufFioreLLino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132309946048608914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/RzmgtCtuepI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ZLdYd2t9PhQ/s320/Can_I_Scream__by_PufFioreLLino.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/RzmgiStueoI/AAAAAAAAAN0/wGlIS7PZZpI/s1600-h/Can_I_Scream__by_PufFioreLLino.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's really super fucked up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont get why ppl must be so fucked up for the FIRST time they see things they dont like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello, you were once in my shoes, why must you behave this way since you know how it feels?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why must u treat ppl the way you were once treated?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I doubt I even treat ppl like this when I am superior. what do you exactly gain being extra bitchy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its like when I teach my tuition kids, N I see something I dont like. I TELL THEM NICELY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not fuck them over!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;unless they repeat it 1 million times then I tell them off sarcastically.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;n ppl say I have no patience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you aint happy abt smt, tell me nicely for the first time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dont go behind my back or to others n whisper like a fuckhead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;n dont go behind my back n re-do my work without me knowing and then come to me n compare mine n yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;doh. you have been doing it for a million aging years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I? only few weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what pisses the shit out of me is that you re-do EVERYTHING behind my back n try to hint to me that I am not suppose to be here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fuck you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;secondly, you act sooooooooooo nice to me but when comes to my work, you turn into some bitch. so i dont know which one is even genuine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;n you want it your way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your style.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fuck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ppl have different styles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, maybe its me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if thats the way, n i really not meant to be here, fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next time, i just hand in to you this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Head:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Standfirst:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then you go fill up yourself since that is what you are going to do NOW..when I'm not there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pissed shitless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stay tuned for tmr post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe it gets even worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with more colourful swear words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think ppl who are bigger sized than me tend to pick on me or just have smt against me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause maybe I can eat one whole cow without guilt whereas they be on their way to A&amp;amp;E for some cardiac problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this fucked up person (not in the co. btw)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;said I am .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) uptight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) emo orchard road spaghetti strap girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) needs to chill out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) needs to be out there.&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;now, let me put down &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; points.&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;1) you dont know me well enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) my bf knows me better than you do so who the fuck are you to judge thats the cause of my r/s problems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) you are a bastard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) does it mean i dont sleep in zouk or butter mean I aint "chilling out" in the ohhh-sooo-cool-scene? FUCK. get a life. drinking beer n fighting with mamas is not everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) I am out there just not where you are at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) I am shy n quiet to ppl I dont know. After a while, if i like you, it gets better. So, dont judge me by saying I am SO FUCKING shy =equals to= uptight n not out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) Sorry if they didnt invent spags for assholes like you. (BTW, i dont wear spaghetti straps, i wear tank tops, thank you very much)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) eat shit n fuck a giraffe you virgin sucker as girls prob get scared off by your rolling-pin penis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) fuck off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) i love my bf n watch me love him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;good day.&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;br /&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/6665846119764051688-2217570079628878405?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/2217570079628878405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=2217570079628878405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/2217570079628878405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/2217570079628878405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-really-super-fucked-up.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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/_60Eceh5q5vU/RzmgtCtuepI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ZLdYd2t9PhQ/s72-c/Can_I_Scream__by_PufFioreLLino.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665846119764051688.post-2775723671960953356</id><published>2007-11-09T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:49:09.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After meeting bf n his friend, fadhil, to buy my bag, I went to.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EQUINOX &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;for dinner.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;70th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; floor dinning experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130811376124459538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/RzRNwytuehI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Uo7ICE7VruM/s320/equinox.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(circled is where we sat! HAHAH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;$774&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was the amount on the bill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all thanks to 4d winning Eugene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Erin should thank me or else she be left alone to suffer with the buds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;all sorts of bread, appetizers,main course and dessert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dessert Sweet Temptation was not bad..! actually, the coffee thingy only la in that shot-like glass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was mostly in small quantity til I thought I wont even be full.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but we were. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"why that guy's ice cream in a big plate like as though he gonna eat spaghetti??"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;like how Erin put it, "I think we are the only alchoholics at the table"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause the others ordered sissy juices except us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n first time in my life, we (more like Eugene) paid $36 for water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;$60 plus for service charge!! -the waiters and waitresses there must be earning a big fat pay cheque.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;50 bucks for GST!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but overall, the dining experience was one to remember!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GREAT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was telling Erin it felt so weird in terms of last time after sch we hang out at fast food joints and now we are at a posh restaurant!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;time really flew fast n we are really GROWING UP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omishit la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, scenery shots from where we were seated! &lt;em&gt;(sorry la, i know my camera phone not awesome)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130815443458488946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/RzRRdituenI/AAAAAAAAANs/nMSIUQDW3xk/s320/Photo0020Q.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130812638844844594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/RzRO6StuejI/AAAAAAAAANM/1W1le-Ylq-4/s320/Photo0012Q.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;padang at the left hand corner and then u can see boat quay and raffles place towards the front!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130813330334579266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/RzRPiituekI/AAAAAAAAANU/8zzp2JFA3nY/s320/Photo0013Q.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESPLANDE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130813613802420818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/RzRPzCtuelI/AAAAAAAAANc/VAre2UJFwc0/s320/Photo0015Q.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEIR LIQUOR CABINET. there are four more cabinets!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and these glass cabinets led to the toilet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the toilet is like the best toilet I have ever seen. it comes with a freaking powder room for the ladies with cushion chairs n everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorry i dont take pictures of the toilet or in the toilet itself. so cliche.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY &lt;div&gt;adious!&lt;br /&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/6665846119764051688-2775723671960953356?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/2775723671960953356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=2775723671960953356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/2775723671960953356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/2775723671960953356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2007/11/after-meeting-bf-n-his-friend-fadhil-to.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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/_60Eceh5q5vU/RzRNwytuehI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Uo7ICE7VruM/s72-c/equinox.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665846119764051688.post-7889526442656205443</id><published>2007-11-07T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T23:17:41.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What hurts the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Was being so close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And having so much to say&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And watching you walk away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And never knowing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What could have been&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And not seeing that loving you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is what I was tryin’ to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FRI7AangPKY"&gt;[Rascal flatts: What hurts the most]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so slow!&lt;br /&gt;Only yesterday after how many monthssssssssssss after its release, did I know that this song existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its quite sad and touching to listen to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually its only the chorus that I like.&lt;br /&gt;I think his song's choruses are good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today I went for a launch.&lt;br /&gt;the models were GORGEOUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;like I told Xiulin, "you would have fainted if you saw them"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The female models were OMIGODD and the male models were OHMYFUCKINGSHITFIERYHOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my jaw dropped when they paraded down the catwalk in cotton/silky material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry no photos to prove my taste as I didn't want to seem &lt;em&gt;suaku&lt;/em&gt; whipping out my camera phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wine and finger food could not stop my grumbling tummy.&lt;br /&gt;when I came home, I IMMEDIATELY gobbled down a MacChicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when my mum saw the towel I brought back, she went "FRIVEN TOWEL YOU KNOW!!" to my dad.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even know this brand even existed til today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shows my mother is a typical housewife as she knows bedlinen brands very well &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone want a $255 worth of facial?&lt;br /&gt;bf don't seem enthu abt it &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;FACIAL &lt;em&gt;LEH&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't need it.&lt;br /&gt;not that my face is so freaking purr-fect&lt;br /&gt;its just that I already have my own facial package somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I heard someone say "TGI Public Holiday Tmr!"&lt;br /&gt;and the person he was telling to actually laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(my hotmail is so fucked up til i complained to the Hotmail Support!)&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/6665846119764051688-7889526442656205443?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/7889526442656205443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=7889526442656205443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/7889526442656205443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/7889526442656205443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-hurts-most-was-being-so-close-and.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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-6665846119764051688.post-1775286625940559245</id><published>2007-11-03T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T22:43:23.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay i have to blog about this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its my friend &lt;em&gt;(i shall disclose names as what i am about to type will also embarrass us ALL. if u know who, okay congrats)&lt;/em&gt; birthday tmr and we were planning what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it is kinda FUNNY. SUPER FUNNY if u were part of it.&lt;br /&gt;quite bimbotic too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so from 3pm-9pm we were planning what the heck to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eat?&lt;br /&gt;where?&lt;br /&gt;kill ourself? (YES, that was the birthday girl option)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so our conversations were smt like this.&lt;br /&gt;those i can rem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so what shall we do?"&lt;br /&gt;"lets us all book into a hotel"&lt;br /&gt;"which hotel..."&lt;br /&gt;"cheap hotel.."&lt;br /&gt;"I aint celebrating my birthday in geylang!" &lt;em&gt;(laughs)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;(laughs)&lt;/em&gt; ya! lets roam the red light district for your birthday!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) (this one had more than 2 talking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"how abt ECP?"&lt;br /&gt;"do what?"&lt;br /&gt;"drown"&lt;br /&gt;"wow can u imagine you born on this day n die too"&lt;br /&gt;"yea"&lt;br /&gt;"yea. u go ahead"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)&lt;br /&gt;"ah..er..ahhhkk..errrrkkkk"&lt;br /&gt;"what did u say?!"&lt;br /&gt;"what did u say!?!"&lt;br /&gt;( WE LAUGH LIKE MAD)&lt;br /&gt;"you are breaking up"&lt;br /&gt;"who is breaking up with me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) (also had more than 2 ppl talking. i dont even know whether to include the bf talking in the background)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"are you all coming down to bugis to PEI PEI me"&lt;br /&gt;"but u are leaving at 10 n now its 9"&lt;br /&gt;"yea by the time we reach, we turn 80 n u left"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH !&lt;br /&gt;this one was quite LOL- doohhh to listen to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the Chivas conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"gonna drink Cheee-vas"&lt;br /&gt;"its SHE-VAS"&lt;br /&gt;"ya, Cheeee-vas"&lt;br /&gt;"SHE-VAS!"&lt;br /&gt;"Cheee-vas?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"now its so silent" was the last thing i heard.&lt;br /&gt;-and the phone gets cut cause one had a noisy background with lousy reception.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what coincidence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665846119764051688-1775286625940559245?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/1775286625940559245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=1775286625940559245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/1775286625940559245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/1775286625940559245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2007/11/okay-i-have-to-blog-about-this-its-my.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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-6665846119764051688.post-5067752074033156799</id><published>2007-10-30T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T23:18:27.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>VAMPY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my homepage happens to be msn.com&lt;br /&gt;so the first thing that catches my eye is this ad saying if vampires are real or not.&lt;br /&gt;I never actually thought abt that.&lt;br /&gt;like duh, I've seen them in movies and tv..but thats unrealistic. ddooohh.&lt;br /&gt;but never actually spent even 1 minute of my time in life wondering if there is a possiblity of them being out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleeping in coffins, drinking blood, turning into bats.. garlic, holy water &amp;amp; crosses are their enemy..dying when a wooden stick hits their heart?&lt;br /&gt;nahhh?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/539xWgHhatM&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/539xWgHhatM&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now what got me thinking is ''why would someone wanna behave like a vampire??"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665846119764051688-5067752074033156799?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/5067752074033156799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=5067752074033156799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/5067752074033156799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/5067752074033156799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2007/10/vampy-my-homepage-happens-to-be-msn.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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-6665846119764051688.post-2585638246351348654</id><published>2007-10-28T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:49:11.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think Jodi Picoult may be my next favourite author.&lt;br /&gt;no, not think.&lt;br /&gt;She is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126258051456754642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/RyQgiagQ49I/AAAAAAAAAMc/Odvf0EUU7Bg/s320/faith-06-med.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Keeping Faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It was not as sad as My Sister's Keeper though. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its about a 7 year old girl name Faith who is born in like a Jewish Family.&lt;br /&gt;Parents separated.&lt;br /&gt;Then one day she starts to talk to an imaginary friend.&lt;br /&gt;She starts to quote biblical passages even though she aint Catholic.&lt;br /&gt;She even experiences stigmata.&lt;br /&gt;Heals people and resurrect her 1 hour dead grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;some believe she is a hoax.&lt;br /&gt;Her friend is God.&lt;br /&gt;but the God she sees is a &lt;strong&gt;She&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Eli, Eli lema sabachthani"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why but I have this phrase in my head now.&lt;br /&gt;But the English version okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY,&lt;br /&gt;I met up with Ms Erin Yzelman.&lt;br /&gt;(someone pronounced her surname as Ms Iceman. HAHHH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ups and downs and ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still tease her :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(now ppl who know us will go "OMG! SHE MET ERIN!!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;(let me roll my eyes in sarcasm now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; years of friendship okay !&lt;br /&gt;unlike your 1 or 5 years or whatever!&lt;br /&gt;we should get a certificate or smt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;my gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haHAHAHAH.........? (i dont think its funny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She aint that thrash talking cheena ah lian she morphed into in secondary school anymore which spoiled her ethnicity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turned straight! IM SO HAPPIIIEE FOR HER.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was me, her and Eugene and a couple of his friends which we did not get the names of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while they were shouting GOAL!! in the pub, we talked from the couch to the toilet to the alley.&lt;br /&gt;cause we could barely hear each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picccs!&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;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126257544650613682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/RyQgE6gQ47I/AAAAAAAAAMM/Ud8pRsnf0I8/s320/casserin1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126257677794599874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/RyQgMqgQ48I/AAAAAAAAAMU/dd9Dtzhy8NM/s320/casserin2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126258287679955938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/RyQgwKgQ4-I/AAAAAAAAAMk/6MhmUcvPFIA/s320/DSC00401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126258463773615090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/RyQg6agQ4_I/AAAAAAAAAMs/tUh0tX0rfbc/s320/DSC00402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end off, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ananda Everingham!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Asian Orlando Bloom?&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126258725766620162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/RyQhJqgQ5AI/AAAAAAAAAM0/i1AmMep4G78/s320/357px-Ananda_Everingham_June_5_2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665846119764051688-2585638246351348654?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/2585638246351348654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=2585638246351348654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/2585638246351348654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/2585638246351348654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-think-jodi-picoult-may-be-my-next.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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/_60Eceh5q5vU/RyQgiagQ49I/AAAAAAAAAMc/Odvf0EUU7Bg/s72-c/faith-06-med.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665846119764051688.post-2782962889712561681</id><published>2007-10-24T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T15:10:07.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;GRUDGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;a resentment strong enough to justify retaliation; "holding a grudge"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bear a grudge; harbor ill feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REVENGE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;an opportunity to retaliate or gain satisfaction&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;something done in vengeance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been told before by some that I am a revengeful person.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I admit MAYBE I am.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hold grudges against those who piss me off to the core til the point that I HATE them. I probably forgive but I will NEVER forget especially if you inflicted bad memories in my brain storage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, I will probably seek un-serial like killer revenge. Maybe just hopefully you pay with the same embarrassment you caused. But usually I hope someone else does it to you sooner or later cause I ain't got so much time plotting schemes to get back at you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Little things you do can just spark it off too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I die and haunt a house or smt, these are the people I would likely scare by creeping down the steps with broken legs and a distorted head:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;my secondary school fnn teacher ( all the pain that oily woman caused! )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bastard 1- fat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bastard 2 - skinny&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;those bitches that made fun of my weight. maybe starting with the long haired butch in hs since she too caused trouble with someone else.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i realised they are all of the same race except no 4. it varies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;maybe from now onwards I should just say "hello, i am anorexic"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cause since people think I am anorexic, i should just go along with it instead of explaining that I ain't one n how come n shit like that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so lets continue with the lie :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"i don't eat. i starve myself. i only eat 1 biscuit a day. i think I'm so fucking fat thats why. my ideal weight is the size of a twig. right now i think i look like a branch. good day and f off."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665846119764051688-2782962889712561681?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/2782962889712561681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=2782962889712561681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/2782962889712561681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/2782962889712561681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2007/10/grudge-resentment-strong-enough-to.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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-6665846119764051688.post-5641538556113803191</id><published>2007-10-21T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T12:13:07.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I was on youTube and decided to watch David Copperfield. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;watched him "walk" through the Great wall of China and make the Statue of Liberty disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not being fooled so easily, I rolled my eyes at the Great wall of china trick. Cause i think its just simple lights trick. Plus there were "curtains" thus only showing his shadow before revealing David himself.&lt;br /&gt;Next was the Statue of Liberty. He did not even wave his hands.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know you could perform magic tricks by rubbing your temples.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I had that gift.&lt;br /&gt;HAHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N no, i don't think he worships Satan.&lt;br /&gt;He is an illusionist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still prefer (prefer does not mean i TOTALLY believe ALL HIS TRICKS) David Blaine as he does in on the streets to random people rather than in some studio where you have those machines n lights to help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I should learn how to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EZbkq9vSDMU&amp;amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search="&gt;tye my shoe laces &lt;/a&gt;like Blaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had your teeth fixed after braces, make sure David does not &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j0FR67Nehh8&amp;amp;NR=1"&gt;remove your teeth&lt;/a&gt; n spit it back in your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, lets not even start with Chris Angel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665846119764051688-5641538556113803191?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/5641538556113803191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=5641538556113803191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/5641538556113803191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/5641538556113803191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-i-was-on-youtube-and-decided-to.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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-6665846119764051688.post-8683503539076461083</id><published>2007-10-19T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T19:54:51.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Latest 2 things I detest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Banks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who act concerned for your well-being&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was outside the bank with the intention of changing my card. But when I saw the line, i lost my cool and just exclaimed angrily to my mother "That's the line?!?! forget it. they will just waste my time! the staff here is lousy"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;first of all, the staff is not lousy. I don't even know if they are lousy since I avoid the banks. I just said it out of anger.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Banks require you to wait a thousand years and it tortures you to hear people who don't understand shit from the bank teller. Then you know that that counter wont be moving any time soon neither will the line. It makes my heart a ticking time bomb.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next, people who act concerned.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you don't even know if there is a motive behind this fake few second feelings for you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"what happened? tell me. its good to say it out"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"if i tell you, you tell me about what happened between you and ______  first"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-no response-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;RITE. so obviously, you just wanted to dig out some info on me first rite?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i ain't dumb cause I too played such games.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;have you ever thought about your options on what to do with your dead body?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;like&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;burn it- crematorium&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bury it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;throw your ashes into the sea?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I always wondered rite, what if you request to be burnt. then while in the inferno thingy, you suddenly wake up from the dead and then you are screaming your guts out while your toes starts to get some 3rd degree burn or smt? HAH.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;how about if you get buried. while the gravedigger guys are throwing soil over your coffin and you suddenly wake up to find out you are 6 feet underground. you cant open the coffin cause tonnes of soil is on top weighing you down. then you start to scream and scratch the box and eventually will &lt;strong&gt;still&lt;/strong&gt; die.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;waking up alive and getting burnt is less painful but more scary to die again. :S&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you can forget about throwing my ashes into the sea cause i believe that my "soul" or "body" will be scattered around dirty water and I cant even rise up to the sky. Which leaves me the only choice of haunting my friends and driving them to woodbridge.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;why i mentioned 'waking up suddenly' after being pronounced dead cause i remember i was traumatised when I read an article in the papers years back about this old man who woke up suddenly during his own wake. when he suddenly GOT UP, his relatives dashed out the doors.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i dont know if i should laugh or not cause it IS kinda funny when you imagine it.&lt;/p&gt;&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/6665846119764051688-8683503539076461083?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/8683503539076461083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=8683503539076461083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/8683503539076461083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/8683503539076461083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2007/10/latest-2-things-i-detest.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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-6665846119764051688.post-6405197629379346747</id><published>2007-10-17T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:49:11.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My Sister's Keeper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;by Jodi Picoult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122171131966214562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/RxWbgY-bUaI/AAAAAAAAAME/Y_X-ILcun9A/s320/51494P55BWL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate who is is diagnosed with leukemia is always in her mother's eye. From what I read, it seems like all the mother cares about is Kate.&lt;br /&gt;Kate.&lt;br /&gt;Kate.&lt;br /&gt;Kate.&lt;br /&gt;Kate's sister Anna who is a "designer baby" (you know conceived by the genetic way) is Kate's only survival. Anna is Kate's perfect donor match. Anna donates her blood, bone marrow and now has to donate her kidney to her sister. Anna never had a say or a choice. She just had to do it cause that's somehow the reason why her parents had her. So now, Anna is planning to sue her parents for her own rights to her body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so far 3/4 done with the book. (IF YOU KNOW THE ENDING, DONT SAY!)&lt;br /&gt;It seriously engages you.&lt;br /&gt;Its quite touching too.&lt;br /&gt;While reading, I really don't know who is in the wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Her parents or Anna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the mother cares about is Kate. Anna cant even go away for hockey camp as the mum is afraid Kate needs blood or smt so Anna has always got to be on like standby. (kinda selfish?!) But the mother makes it seem like Anna is a "gift from God" kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;The mother only notices Kate. Anna and her brother, Jesse, are like smoke. invisible to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't blame Anna for wanting medical emancipation. but sue?&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so who really is in the wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really like the idea of dying by&lt;br /&gt;CANCER&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;DIABETES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if had cancer, you have to undergo chemo. which means you go bald.&lt;br /&gt;if diabetes, you have gangrene black toes and might have to amputate your toe or your whole leg. you can even go blind.&lt;br /&gt;AHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we dont really have a choice of how we want to die right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so apparently, we are all LIVING our lives right now.&lt;br /&gt;everyone dies in the end yea?&lt;br /&gt;so isnt it right to say that we are also dying?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665846119764051688-6405197629379346747?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/6405197629379346747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=6405197629379346747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/6405197629379346747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/6405197629379346747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-sisters-keeper-by-jodi-picoult-kate.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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/_60Eceh5q5vU/RxWbgY-bUaI/AAAAAAAAAME/Y_X-ILcun9A/s72-c/51494P55BWL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665846119764051688.post-610871877054223101</id><published>2007-10-13T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:49:12.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I have opened up my blog to the masses of naturally nosey people, I have to start blogging about boring things and not so much pertaining to my private life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I cant even rem if i blogged about private stuff when it was password protected but i know I insulted&lt;em&gt; stuff&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lets start with 3 random pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Raiyu next to pink dumbbells which is rarely used.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120675010173423938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/RxBKyo-bUUI/AAAAAAAAALY/oh2JWAL5NMQ/s320/Photo0018o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here we have the scenery of dark clouds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120675160497279314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/RxBK7Y-bUVI/AAAAAAAAALg/fhSAKSFMocA/s320/Photo0094o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, this is my blog in an-nur's PDA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120674846964666674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/RxBKpI-bUTI/AAAAAAAAALQ/0B2OeU104Qw/s320/Photo0005o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;currently, I'm reading Passion and Poppadoms by Nisha Minhas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120676268598841714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/RxBL74-bUXI/AAAAAAAAALw/fZyHxsRn6fw/s320/51494P55BWL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her books (those that I've read) are always about Indian girls falling in love with a white man and being engaged in sex, love, lust, et cetera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which isn't that bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is always humour and sarcasm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first book I read which was written by her is called Tall, Dark and Handsome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120677368110469506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/RxBM74-bUYI/AAAAAAAAAL4/uuMu61H2a5M/s320/51494P55BWL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(the book Cheryl lent me had a diff cover page. more cartoony)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not bad. just too much intercourse in the beginning but towards the middle-end, it was not all perverted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drama, actual substance was there okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, if you actually read story books and don't mind sex in books, these books are worth the read on MRT trains and while waiting for friends who say they be there at 5pm but turn up at 7pm the next day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, I have more free time on my hands and can bask in the sun and read bimbo magazines all day instead of cracking my brain open with a PSLE/Sec 1 maths book in my hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where is that .wee msn bunny icon when i need it! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/6665846119764051688-610871877054223101?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/610871877054223101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=610871877054223101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/610871877054223101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/610871877054223101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2007/10/since-i-have-opened-up-my-blog-to.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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/_60Eceh5q5vU/RxBKyo-bUUI/AAAAAAAAALY/oh2JWAL5NMQ/s72-c/Photo0018o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665846119764051688.post-3541278853256105225</id><published>2007-10-12T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T11:59:00.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now, if you are a fan of High School Musical and&lt;br /&gt;when you sing, you dont break any eardrums, sing this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What time is it?&lt;br /&gt;The time of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;Anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;What time is it?&lt;br /&gt;Summertime.&lt;br /&gt;School's out, scream and shout!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665846119764051688-3541278853256105225?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/3541278853256105225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=3541278853256105225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/3541278853256105225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/3541278853256105225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2007/10/now-if-you-are-fan-of-high-school.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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-6665846119764051688.post-8345036619530580301</id><published>2007-10-06T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T16:53:36.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went out and stayed out past our intended timing to go home.&lt;br /&gt;all of us had plans on sunday morning  so we decided to head home around ten pm.&lt;br /&gt;but in the end i think we all reached home at midnight.&lt;br /&gt;we just ended up planting our ass at TCC within the yellow box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did anyone find yesterday a bloody hot day?&lt;br /&gt;nat,ruth and i went to cathedral at city hall for mass and it was blardy hot la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the red line, this is how ruthie warned me of a spider which was coming down (coming down?? from its web thingy)  from the train ceiling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"heyheyhyehyehyeheyheyheyheyheyHEYHEY!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how i reacted when i saw a GIANT cockroach which was on the door in the toilet cubicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OMG!!!! ruthhh!!! AHHH!! OMG!!!! AHHHH!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she thought i saw a ghost.&lt;br /&gt;ruth is getting more bimbo by the second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"cass, the toilet lights turned off"&lt;br /&gt;"ruth, i aint blind. the lights did not turn off"&lt;br /&gt;"no, u come out and see!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha many of our spastic conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today while studying, i fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;yes, first time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n now, i am blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurray! no more tuition as their sch exams are over!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am counting down to a new phase of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665846119764051688-8345036619530580301?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/8345036619530580301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=8345036619530580301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/8345036619530580301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/8345036619530580301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2007/10/saturday-i-went-out-and-stayed-out-past.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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-6665846119764051688.post-1228083883212568842</id><published>2007-10-04T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T20:59:44.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there are many things that makes a person go 'eeekkkss'.&lt;br /&gt;like roaches, lizards, monkeys with red butts for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but how abt on people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a friend of mine did not want to date a guy cause he had a mole on his armpits.&lt;br /&gt;ya, thats an example.&lt;br /&gt;it made her go err-eeww.&lt;br /&gt;it made me go huh wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am tempted to show u a picture of an example of what i am going to talk about soon.&lt;br /&gt;yes, a picture/ profile i came across while kpo-ing around friendster with ruthie a month or so back.&lt;br /&gt;however, i would feel soooooooooooooooo badddddddddddddddddddddd for stealing his picture n censoring his face.&lt;br /&gt;pity pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, what the heck i am ranting on and on is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHEST HAIR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. those BUNCH N BUNCH OF CHEST HAIR THAT U CAN TIE INTO A PONY TAIL OR MAKE PLEATES.&lt;br /&gt;N ESP WHEN THE CHEST HAIR IS POPPING/POKING/CREEPING OUT OF THE SHIRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how my reaction when i saw the picture.&lt;br /&gt;"OMG!!"&lt;br /&gt;*POINTS AT THE CHEST HAIR TO RUTH&lt;br /&gt;"HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes we r mean ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then as we surfed more profiles under the friends&lt;br /&gt;we realised that all his buddies like to wear...&lt;br /&gt;(THE NEXT THING I CANT STAND)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHELL NECLACES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;THOSE CHOKER KIND THAT MADE FROM SEA SHELLS FOR GUYS?&lt;br /&gt;hello!! THAT IS LIKE SO LAST ERA PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can u imagine if i sit across a guy wearing that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would either&lt;br /&gt;1. rip it off his neck or&lt;br /&gt;2. choke him with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, i wont ask him nicely to remove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you are curious to know or see an example, let me know!&lt;br /&gt;thats if i rem.&lt;br /&gt;and if i dont feeelllll baddddddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;the guy should be thankful i promoting his friendster ok!&lt;br /&gt;HA HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh! i just realised what if ppl are pointing at my friendster and laughing at things they dont like?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go on a holiday this christmas!&lt;br /&gt;but the chances of it is -80.921873921738921%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before the angel of death comes looking for me, i must have at least visited (at least one or two!) :&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;new york city&lt;/strong&gt; and buy a I love new york tee and eat a hotdog in central park and bump into a celebrity and faint at times square.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;africa&lt;/strong&gt; and give some of my old clothes to the kids without catching AIDS (not that i am evil but i am miss paranoid when comes to ill health)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;sri lanka&lt;/strong&gt; and sit on a sri lankan elephant and drink jasmine tea on the elephant&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;switzerland&lt;/strong&gt; and eat switzerland chocolates in front of the bank with peaceful leprechauns and unicorns dancing around me&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;new zealand&lt;/strong&gt; and check out what so great about the field/mountain LOTR filmed at and maybe roll down it&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;china&lt;/strong&gt; and walk the great wall of china and smile at the chinese even though i have no clue what they are talking abt&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;korea&lt;/strong&gt; and stare at the flawless good looking korean people and drink beer or sakae in korea and eat buffet&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;london&lt;/strong&gt; and wait outside the Buckingham palace for a glimpse of prince william&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyc most impt.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how close will i be to achiving this? i think -999999999999999.9999999999%&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665846119764051688-1228083883212568842?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/1228083883212568842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=1228083883212568842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/1228083883212568842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/1228083883212568842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2007/10/there-are-many-things-that-makes-person.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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-6665846119764051688.post-3219829981364137894</id><published>2007-10-01T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T11:26:17.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"HOW COME ONLY GOT FOUR OF THEM!!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was my reaction when i was watching the backstreet men inconsolable mtv video.&lt;br /&gt;what happ to kevin??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my aunty who could not hear well said&lt;br /&gt;"your mother went to punggol plaza"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTFWTFWTFWTF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM SO PISSED OFF WITH FRIENDSTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should change to facebook&lt;br /&gt;since lots of ppl been sending me emails to join.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;but dont want la..yet. so confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friendster has a mind of its own.&lt;br /&gt;it is out to embarrass ppl like me&lt;br /&gt;who has to save face&lt;br /&gt;and self conscious and&lt;br /&gt;who cant risk falling down in public&lt;br /&gt;or dancing in a crowded place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why was i the target?!?!&lt;br /&gt;is it cause i uploaded a photo?&lt;br /&gt;or i never sign in for a week ?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if thats the case, I WILL NOT EVEN SIGN IN FOR 4/5/10/90 MONTHS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am gonna be so traumatised each time i log in.&lt;br /&gt;or check my hotmail acc&lt;br /&gt;to get the "New comment from XXXX"&lt;br /&gt;cause i dont know if its abt the stupid PICTURE TESTIMONIALS THAT WERE SENT TO RANDOM PPL (SOME OF THEM I DONT EVEN TALK TO) UNDER ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I not so free to send out 3891832109821 testimonials okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppl might start thinking im weird.&lt;br /&gt;how am i gg to go to school?&lt;br /&gt;how am i gg to face the world?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could not sleep well last night cause i was so mad at friendster.&lt;br /&gt;YES A STUPID WEBSITE CAN MAKE A PERSON MAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you ppl wont understand!&lt;br /&gt;wait till u &lt;em&gt;kena&lt;/em&gt; then u know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLEAH.&lt;br /&gt;idiot friendster.&lt;br /&gt;i want to scream at the creater of friendster for creating a site with many cock ups.&lt;br /&gt;is his name michael?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665846119764051688-3219829981364137894?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/3219829981364137894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=3219829981364137894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/3219829981364137894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/3219829981364137894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2007/10/how-come-only-got-four-of-them-that-was.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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-6665846119764051688.post-9107188184427870438</id><published>2007-09-27T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T23:02:01.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PRISON BREAK THREE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if panama prison is really like what it is in prison break 3,&lt;br /&gt;i will not even dare go against the law over there.&lt;br /&gt;not even a &lt;em&gt;no littering sign&lt;/em&gt;. if they have.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i wont even step into panama.&lt;br /&gt;just in case anything goes wrong you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will never ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their tourism industry must be declining as ppl might be scared shitless after watching prison break 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i caught prison break 3 first ep.&lt;br /&gt;new casts.&lt;br /&gt;new plot.&lt;br /&gt;michael has to help to &lt;strong&gt;break&lt;/strong&gt; this james guy out.&lt;br /&gt;interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in US, i heard the rating is dropping as the girls there think wentworth is gay so they dont watch it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. no comments. but its just stooopppidd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching the first 10 mins already scared the shits out of me.&lt;br /&gt;just like when i watched the osama video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they just broke a prisoner back n he died !&lt;br /&gt;n just left his body there all day, all night.&lt;br /&gt;no police guard, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;beyond their control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no water.&lt;br /&gt;til belleck was running around in diapers looking like baby huey wanting to drink mud.&lt;br /&gt;scofield looked sad n helpless! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665846119764051688-9107188184427870438?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/9107188184427870438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=9107188184427870438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/9107188184427870438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/9107188184427870438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2007/09/prison-break-three.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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-6665846119764051688.post-5610605717701883633</id><published>2007-09-25T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:49:13.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I switched on the tv at 3.15pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The devil made me do it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see, I have not even caught the MTV Video music awards 2007 even after ranting abt it for past weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TODAY THE MOMENT I SWITCHED ON I SAW nicole szhjdkashdsawiger (PCD lead) n eve presenting the first award! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(HAHA I MISSED THE BRITNEY STARTING!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i watched (even though i caught parts of it here n there on mtv n you tube)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and watched&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and watched&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i actually switched off the tv at 4pm!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i sat at my desk n stared at my closed doors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i quickly ran outside n switched the tv on again n sat there til the end of the awards at 5pm!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAARRAHRHARAHAR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did not think that the nelly-timbaland-justin collaboration finale was the best performance in the whole awards show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought that CHRIS BROWN &amp;amp; RIHANNA performance was the best for the night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay maybe chris brown only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ez9rHPT4Se0"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114108889856917026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/Rvj28IqWviI/AAAAAAAAALI/UP2xw-lbbck/s320/cbwalmart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;click on the pic for his perfffooorrmanceee on wall to wall/billie jean/ umbrella&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HEEEE. i like the haiiiiiir!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HE CAN DANCEEEEEEEEE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that bloody 18 year old can DANCEEEEEEEEE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;u should have seen the standing ovation he got!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ohh there is this damn irriating &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vum3qgoh0x4"&gt;CRANK THAT&lt;/a&gt; song which i happened to catch on MTV Hip Hop slot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; damn irritating!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause i keep hearing smt like "YOUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!" , "CRANK THAT LIKE SOLJA BOY" , "YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU" , "OHHHHHHHHHHHH!" "SUPERMANNNNNNNNN!" "YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;even my mum who was cooking in the kitchen asked me "what the hell is that song!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess i was just amazed by the song to sit thru it n not change the channel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know what i mean if u saw it !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/6665846119764051688-5610605717701883633?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/5610605717701883633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=5610605717701883633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/5610605717701883633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/5610605717701883633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-switched-on-tv-at-3.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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/_60Eceh5q5vU/Rvj28IqWviI/AAAAAAAAALI/UP2xw-lbbck/s72-c/cbwalmart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665846119764051688.post-3805183876509852673</id><published>2007-09-24T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:49:13.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when i heard their song on the radio, i was like "eeek, what a horrible song"&lt;br /&gt;thats what i said to the damn umbrella too.&lt;br /&gt;now the song is stuck in my head just like the damn ela ela elaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;should not have switched on the mtv today.&lt;br /&gt;the music video was not bad okay!&lt;br /&gt;n now i refuse to admit that their song is already in my zen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bqpA5Acc8-c"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113737791797640722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/RvelbYqWvhI/AAAAAAAAALA/LSjnWF7nwFY/s320/chrisposing.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;click on their pic if u interested to know what song i talking abt.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, yesterday this was roughly the convo i had with an-nur:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a: so what you doing now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;c: listening to NSYNC!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a: hahah really? there was a bangla man next to me today who was listening to them too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;c: haha i just dl TEARING UP MY HEART song!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a: eh! the bangla man was listening to that song!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAARHARHAHRAHRHAHR. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;who knew two ppl on the same day was listening to the same OLD song.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;who knew it be cass n a bangla man!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;if it was a new song, the chances of heck lot of ppl listening to it is A LOT. but this song is soooo old skool. haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i was watching justin on oprah. that triggered me to watch his old music videos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pop, this i promise you n the uber old tearing up my heart!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i realised that the vocalist i like in NSYNC is not justin, not lance but that JC guy. hahaharhahrhahrah. omg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;just look at all of themmmm!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;justin already 14 n lying and dancing on a bed ! n look at the fat dude (what is his name??) he looks freaking stoopppiid in that headband-era. n lance! who knew he would turn out gay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yes, now i have this song in my mp3.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i know u will secretly dl it too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IFfJt3GH2OE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IFfJt3GH2OE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665846119764051688-3805183876509852673?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/3805183876509852673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=3805183876509852673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/3805183876509852673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/3805183876509852673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2007/09/when-i-heard-their-song-on-radio-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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/_60Eceh5q5vU/RvelbYqWvhI/AAAAAAAAALA/LSjnWF7nwFY/s72-c/chrisposing.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665846119764051688.post-1245596223540148539</id><published>2007-09-20T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:49:13.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/daughtry"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112301563017405826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/RvKLL3hTpYI/AAAAAAAAAK4/jO_8JhjM1DM/s320/chris.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM IN LOVE WITH A MARRIED MAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;MY BF DOES NOT APPRECIATE HIM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;roarrrrr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i stood by the telephone dialling and dialling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wasted 6 mins of my precious time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i TRIED to enter the MTV contest but TODAY (THURS) ONLY DID THEY RE-SEND MY PASSWORD!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i listened to all his songs repeatedly everyday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;feels like tonight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;used to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;over and over and over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't tell me "&lt;strong&gt;it's not over&lt;/strong&gt;!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;still i dont even deserve his tickets?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pffffttt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, not meant to be!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fine!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am not jealous.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;how ever others got, its lucky for them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok not like i never been to concerts before but stillllllll its been ages!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;esp when i REALLY WANT TO SEE the star.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an-nur , i know u got angry cause i talked abt him the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;u ! i know u dont really like his music ! u think i dont know that u dont even listen to the songs i send u! huh huh huh!&lt;br /&gt;hahaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what i told my bf (with a heck lot of exaggeration)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"when i heard a classmate of mine is going st james tonight to watch daughtry, a tear rolled down my cheeks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARAHARRHAHRAHAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/daughtry"&gt;CHRIS! &lt;3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665846119764051688-1245596223540148539?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/1245596223540148539/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-6665846119764051688.post-6575975900825315098</id><published>2007-09-15T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T18:44:46.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IT'S BRITNEY BITCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, she did go looking for trouble by wearing that fat suit.&lt;br /&gt;oh, it wasn't a suit?&lt;br /&gt;damn! my gosh! holly molley what the fark happened to britney spearrrrrssss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please please! &lt;strong&gt;don't&lt;/strong&gt; gimme more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a traumatising 4 min video to watch on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;curiosity did kill the cat (&lt;em&gt;me!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know which one looks disastrous.&lt;br /&gt;her paunch or her wig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the beginning of her song already she was looking at the floor.&lt;br /&gt;what the heck is on the floor? her hair cuticles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she kept walking about like a plus sized model.&lt;br /&gt;irrrkkkss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her dancing became stiff!&lt;br /&gt;her dance steps are like a repetition of her other dances in other VMAs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once a sexpot dancer &amp;amp; singer, now a mother of two shaking her ass.&lt;br /&gt;thank god i preferred Christina have-no-hair-ra since last time.&lt;br /&gt;if i chose britney side, i will be more disappointed than the time nick carter became a FAT MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only britney could wind back time.&lt;br /&gt;to the time of her 'I'm a slave for you' period.&lt;br /&gt;before she started to even get married for the &lt;strong&gt;first time&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pity her.&lt;br /&gt;she must regretting her life away right now.&lt;br /&gt;she was damn popular n now... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like britney said "OMG! I LOOK LIKE A FAT PIG!"&lt;br /&gt;hellooooooooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;a pig is already fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but one thing sure did not change.&lt;br /&gt;her irritating baby voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-T6wvxNF-IQ"&gt;maybe you be the judge!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i was watching mtv vma specials on tv.&lt;br /&gt;featured the past hosts .&lt;br /&gt;even my mother was laughing !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XJDMVaB74fg"&gt;jimmy fallon&lt;/a&gt; when he immitated nelly'hot in herrrrrrrrrrrrreee' n enrique!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not forgetting chris rock!&lt;br /&gt;weeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665846119764051688-6575975900825315098?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/6575975900825315098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=6575975900825315098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/6575975900825315098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/6575975900825315098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-britney-bitch-yes-she-did-go.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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-6665846119764051688.post-3026254612911355819</id><published>2007-09-14T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:49:14.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been listening to 98.7fm for the past two days to check out any latest NICE songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;unfortunately, the radio has disappointed me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the first day when I was listening (after 38129389201 days of not listening. my radio is unplugged mind you) , i felt soooooooooo old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all those listeners who were calling in were like &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(speaks in a baby voice)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"i like to dedicate this song to my ang mo kio primary school friends"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"i want to wish my friends in 6-1 good luck for PSLE listening compre!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PRIMARY SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and one dedications after another was ALL for PSLE ppl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then there was this ultra goon pri kid, gayathri, who called in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she said &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I like to dedicate Umbrella by Rihanna to my friend who bf always fetch her after school when it rains! cause he brings the umbrella for her"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then the dj said "OF COURSE LA! THEN? RAINCOAT?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA &lt;em&gt;KENA BANG&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think i need to tune my radio to class 95FM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday i was listening to muttons til midnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the songs were okay-okay but they were even funnier!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vernon said that the portugal rugby team are all as fat as justin and it was not a rugby team but the obese company in BMT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then this girl Tangy made a dedication and they said must stay away from her as she has dengue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tangy = dengue.&lt;br /&gt;bloody rude yet bloody funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok here are &lt;strong&gt;Clinic&lt;/strong&gt; photos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ruth said natalie was wondering why we were going to clinic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;u know she thought we were gg to some Mr Tan medical clinic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this ang moh guy kept rolling around in the wheelchair and was racing around cannery in it TIL HE FELL BACKWARDS! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109925739897526594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/RuoaYws3mUI/AAAAAAAAAKY/2bKeBpGpzSc/s320/Photo0079S.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109926255293602162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/Ruoa2ws3mXI/AAAAAAAAAKw/SGNWvgpGz5o/s320/clinic.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109926066315041122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/Ruoarws3mWI/AAAAAAAAAKo/8r2v7xVU0qc/s320/Photo0075S.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109925941760989522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/Ruoakgs3mVI/AAAAAAAAAKg/q7uz9ppHJ5c/s320/Photo0080S.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665846119764051688-3026254612911355819?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/3026254612911355819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=3026254612911355819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/3026254612911355819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/3026254612911355819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2007/09/ive-been-listening-to-98.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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/_60Eceh5q5vU/RuoaYws3mUI/AAAAAAAAAKY/2bKeBpGpzSc/s72-c/Photo0079S.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665846119764051688.post-7998855943726831730</id><published>2007-09-10T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T20:57:44.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VIDEOS VIDEOS VIDEOS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;be patient ! let it load if it lags for you. its worth the watch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry about the password thing.&lt;br /&gt;its just funny for those who dont know the password as they be forever stuck on the same page unable to 'X' the window!&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;you can try n type the wrong password to see what i mean!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;ohh, i think the only way is ctrl+alt+del !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ARE YOU EXCITED FOR MTV VIDEO MUSIC AWARDS 2007?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britney opens up the show with her latest Gimme More single.&lt;br /&gt;reading mtv news, they said it was &lt;strong&gt;BAD&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;out of shaped n slutty!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. WHATS NEW.&lt;br /&gt;I CANT WAIT BUT MTV HAS NOT SHOWN IT YET ON CABLE!!&lt;br /&gt;cant even watch it on mtv.com as its not allowed for those outside US.&lt;br /&gt;but i did manage to watch Sarah Silverman VMA opening where she insults ppl !&lt;br /&gt;like britneys kids looking like her hairless vagina.&lt;br /&gt;HAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you watched MTV Movie Awards, Sarah Silverman was the host too.&lt;br /&gt;she aint HAHAHA-funny.&lt;br /&gt;she is just good at insulting celebrities.&lt;br /&gt;just the way she insults is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the MTV Movie Awards some months back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W7C0p4XVGjQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W7C0p4XVGjQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHH, you know the Dove Evolution commercial?&lt;br /&gt;about how our perception of beauty is distorted? yea that one.&lt;br /&gt;the original:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uT4dpFpiTgk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uT4dpFpiTgk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, watch the spoof! watch for the part where they start clicking away!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oD5Hadlhr1M"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oD5Hadlhr1M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHH, then i came across a james blunt 'you're beautiful' parody. hahah&lt;br /&gt;i found it hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;WATCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R0UT2MpdWnc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R0UT2MpdWnc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/6665846119764051688-7998855943726831730?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/7998855943726831730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=7998855943726831730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/7998855943726831730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/7998855943726831730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2007/09/sorry-about-password-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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-6665846119764051688.post-251277988350581087</id><published>2007-09-04T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T19:11:01.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have nothing much to blog about lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt;, I saw a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;malay&lt;/span&gt; girl prob 15/16 years of age wearing a tiny tube top just to cover her breasts area. its like, wearing your bra and walking on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;obviously she hoped to get it on with some mats in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;esplande&lt;/span&gt; where she was spotted.&lt;br /&gt;I bet before she goes home, she makes a detour to the toilets first to sew the remaining cloths to cover her body. i hope she sews it on her skin. permanently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please little girl, go home and do some algebra instead of flashing 3/4 of your upper body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, for journalism, we could write anything on.... '&lt;strong&gt;Trees&lt;/strong&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;as long it was about Trees.&lt;br /&gt;i think some wrote on carbon dioxide &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt; deforestation etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mine:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat in the departure hall, waiting for my flight out of Singapore, I could not help but notice a lady holding a potted plant. Tears trickled down my cheeks as I recalled what happened last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO! Don't! I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think we should cut them down!" I screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood in my backyard where three men were armed with saws and were ready to cut down three of my late grandfather's apple trees. Cutting them down will never be the same again. These apple trees carried memories as my grandad and I took pride in growing them. Now, without trees in sight, my heart feels empty too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lecturer said "not bad.. with some emotions eh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food consumed today:&lt;br /&gt;breakfast: bull's eye egg with toast.&lt;br /&gt;lunch: half a big spring chicken, 6 onion rings, heck lot of baby potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;dinner: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;spaghetti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supper: chicken pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;AND SOME &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;PPL&lt;/span&gt; ASSUME I DON'T EAT.&lt;br /&gt;RITE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665846119764051688-251277988350581087?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/251277988350581087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=251277988350581087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/251277988350581087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/251277988350581087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-have-nothing-much-to-blog-about.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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-6665846119764051688.post-184508887063020092</id><published>2007-08-27T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:49:15.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friday 24th august&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;marche for lunch with nat n ruth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;headed down to the cannery where we checked out the bazaar happening.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103381546804674770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/RtLaelqTgNI/AAAAAAAAAKI/HUTbaFlDFgc/s320/Photo0018aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103381770142974178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/RtLarlqTgOI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/VgYHZMXgQ4U/s320/Photo0020aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pics were taken while waiting for natalie wong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;we bought self proclaimed gold friendship bracelets. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://m-scarlett.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://m-scarlett.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&gt; check them out. its the maker of our bracelets. haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;through the power of the internet, the name of the place we headed down to at night is called 'Martini Firm' . I THINK. its located at Mohammed Sultan. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the bar concept is really relaxing as there are DAYBEDS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103381065768337586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/RtLaClqTgLI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/m7Fe8ChM3LA/s320/daybed.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;we only managed to take 1 photo. as the place was realllllllllllyyyyyyyyyy dark to take any photos with our bleah camera phones. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103381353531146434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/RtLaTVqTgMI/AAAAAAAAAKA/uscwBlnO74E/s320/Photo0015Aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25th august Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;outing with bestfriend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NO photos to upload for the first time as the pics came out EEWWWWWWWWWWw.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;endless laughter and chatter at coffee bean.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26th august Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;met up with a couple of secondary school mates with ruthy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;swensens for lunch&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nydc for deserts. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;shall upload the pics soon when i get them from sheila.&lt;/p&gt;evening- starbucks at novena. dinner at my house. ruth, nat &amp;amp; I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/6665846119764051688-184508887063020092?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/184508887063020092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=184508887063020092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/184508887063020092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/184508887063020092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2007/08/wednesday-22-august.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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/_60Eceh5q5vU/RtLaelqTgNI/AAAAAAAAAKI/HUTbaFlDFgc/s72-c/Photo0018aa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665846119764051688.post-1384789774138966020</id><published>2007-08-22T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:49:17.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;20TH BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;firstly, I wanna thank my close friends &amp; family who wished me happy birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorry if I didn't reply your smses. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love love &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, when I came home, my sister called me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: hello! happy birthday!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C: thanks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J: So, what did you do today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C: Went out with my friends..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J: who? you mean your boyfriend rite! &lt;em&gt;(as you can see, my sister ain't stupid)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C: yea la&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(laughs.* quickly ran into the room as i bet my mother was eavesdropping to what i was saying)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J: So what did he get for you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C: ohhh a top and he brought me out for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J: Where?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C: Swissotel. Don't tell mummy okay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J: Ooo. ok lah, bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C: bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, yes, here are the &lt;strong&gt;Swissotel Merchant Court pics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101847869817847858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/Rs1nm1qTgDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/DZPdNm0tfKk/s400/Photo0151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101848621437124674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/Rs1oSlqTgEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5-P_bVsRN8o/s400/Photo0154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i enjoyed the szechuan prawns &amp; lobster the most. :))   we ate more than that obviously unlike the bird eaters next to us. sorry no food pics as didnt want your keyboards to get wet. HAHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101849527675224178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/Rs1pHVqTgHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/tYP_qCmfXDo/s400/Photo0157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101849184077840482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/Rs1ozVqTgGI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/paKyllkWSl0/s400/Photo0156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;my attempt at taking an artistic shot. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101850064546136194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/Rs1pmlqTgII/AAAAAAAAAJg/0GvlLWCS_tw/s400/Photo0158.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101850446798225554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/Rs1p81qTgJI/AAAAAAAAAJo/r25068dYrd0/s400/Photo0161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;posing with cake. HAHH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101850975079202978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/Rs1qblqTgKI/AAAAAAAAAJw/E_7qiR7yQ4w/s400/Photo0171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THANKS BF! LOVE YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665846119764051688-1384789774138966020?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/1384789774138966020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=1384789774138966020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/1384789774138966020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/1384789774138966020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2007/08/20th-birthday-firstly-i-wanna-thank-my.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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/_60Eceh5q5vU/Rs1nm1qTgDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/DZPdNm0tfKk/s72-c/Photo0151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665846119764051688.post-5157439991426545406</id><published>2007-08-19T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T20:54:52.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Shall share with you a song.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#131313"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=..wLzRmb192cvc2bsJmLvlGZhJ3Lt92YuIXZsJXd3RnL0ZWb/The%2520Darkness%2520-%2520I%2520Believe%2520In%2520A%2520Thing%2520Called%2520Love.rbs&amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#131313;border:#131313;button:#0033FF;player_text:#131313;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just like the what-the-heck-you-singing chorus.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;my dad tried to imitate them in the car.&lt;br /&gt;friends who know what kind of joker my dad is, you probably have a rough idea how he prob be singing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks an-nur for the orchard road shopping trip yesterday even though your leg was hurting a lot.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i think one of my tuition student has some sort of 2-seconds dementia.&lt;br /&gt;i've been teaching him the "how many men takes to build a house in how many days" question for like ONE FREAKING MONTH.&lt;br /&gt;week after week, there IS the same Q in ALL the papers. yet, he cant even grasp the concept of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smacks head *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he doesnt even know formula for VOLUME. he still can say HALF x base . WHERE YOU GET THE HALF!?!?!?!?!!?!?  haiz :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bang head please *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so must remember the area of trapezium. half X ht X sum of parall sides"&lt;br /&gt;*after doing Q*&lt;br /&gt;"so what is area of trapezium?"&lt;br /&gt;"half X base..."&lt;br /&gt;"NO"&lt;br /&gt;*repeats formula*&lt;br /&gt;*at the end of lesson*&lt;br /&gt;"what is area of trapezium?"&lt;br /&gt;"half X base..."&lt;br /&gt;"NO!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dhasjdhaskjdhjksahjdsjkas!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*he is confused with the negative n positive no.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"for example -1-1  or if you see -1+-1, it is the same. you must ADD it together n its still a negative no. so you get -2. understand?"&lt;br /&gt;"yes"&lt;br /&gt;5 seconds later *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he writes : -5a-7a= 2a&lt;br /&gt;"NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ADD THEM its not minus!!!!! but still must be negative!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*seconds after another Q  after Qs of the same kind, he still minus *&lt;br /&gt;ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for eg, -8a+2a= -6a  or   -2a +8a = 6a&lt;br /&gt;BUT BUT FOR THIS HE GOES N ADD !!! HELLO THESE ARE THE ONES YOU MUST MINUS!!!!! JUST DEPENDS IF NEGATIVE OR POSITIVE RITE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dhjashdadjhlasjlhdsajhdsajhsajhljhljhdsajhlsdajlhkasdjlh!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ok good. what is vol of cube?"&lt;br /&gt;"length X breadth X ht"&lt;br /&gt;"what is vol of cubiod?"&lt;br /&gt;"dont know"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DHASJDASHDKASJKDAJSDKAJDKAIDOA!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant accept his failure esp since im the one who is helping him.&lt;br /&gt;I CANT!!&lt;br /&gt;I need him to improve a heck lot&lt;br /&gt;then only can i rest in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665846119764051688-5157439991426545406?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/5157439991426545406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>2 hours of school per day.&lt;br /&gt;she had to leave Barbie behind to play with an armless doll, lego n colouring books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for abt a few more years, when she got back from school (kindergarten &amp; primary), she watched power rangers, captain planet, Barney, Hippo &amp;amp; Friends, danced to "Wannabe", adored Baby Spice, Loved Nick Carter, fed the rabbit til it died, played with Barbies, Ken, Kelly &amp; its kitchen,bedroom,toilet, gym,caravan, convertable car &amp;amp; living room sets, sega saturn, ps, polly pocket sets, masak-masak, teacher-teacher, play-doh, cycle on her BMX and shout "I WANT!" at television toy commercials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those were the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097725705843202978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/Rr7ChUMpW6I/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZrcC-EC8010/s400/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the mistakes we made in the past is smt we have to live in regret . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but everything happens for a reason.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665846119764051688-2776847173376232101?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/2776847173376232101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=2776847173376232101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/2776847173376232101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/2776847173376232101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2007/08/2-hours-of-school-per-day.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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/_60Eceh5q5vU/Rr7ChUMpW6I/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZrcC-EC8010/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665846119764051688.post-8391994686491398615</id><published>2007-08-03T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:49:19.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IndoChine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Forbidden City.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I'm leaving out the details. hahah!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let the pics do the talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your birthday &amp; my birthday are coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;opportunities to elsewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;teehee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094746634922318674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/RrQtEkMpW1I/AAAAAAAAAII/LGAwK5mLX68/s400/DSC00206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094746987109636962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/RrQtZEMpW2I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/q5uuoijgXQo/s400/bleah.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094746059396700978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/RrQsjEMpWzI/AAAAAAAAAH4/wfGPT3fMnC8/s400/DSC00195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094745763043957538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/RrQsR0MpWyI/AAAAAAAAAHw/880dLHNjWk4/s400/DSC00193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094746402994084674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/RrQs3EMpW0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/VH_HOdWxZYs/s400/DSC00197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094747395131530098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/RrQtw0MpW3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/mw9MUR-eWLA/s320/DSC00219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094747648534600578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/RrQt_kMpW4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/RwUH9quo0q8/s400/Photo0010T.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094748082326297490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/RrQuY0MpW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/HYAjfDgyjoA/s400/Photo0012T.jpg" border="0" /&gt; **&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;/edited btw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, lets move on to a diff topic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tuition brings back the days when I was the student.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seeing my malay tuition teacher in the LRT, brings back those kamus flipping F9 hopeless days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, lets start with my malay tuition teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SHE SUCKS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she was from TP when i was still in sec 5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she couldnt help me for nuts in excercises . the only useful thing she did was go thru peribahasa with me n loaned me her notes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;before the TP one, was a tudung tuition teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no offence, but the moment i saw this tudung girl step into my house, i was like "oh god"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause i knew she be damn malay-malay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which i was right. she said "during malay tuition, i expect you to talk in malay"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after the first lesson, my mother called her n fired her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i REFUSED to even utter a malay word in front of a malay person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;make me sound so foreign.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so embarrassing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sec 2, i had a tuition teacher who talked fucking loudly. a male tuition teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he looked like adam sandler. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he is a freaking genius. his A maths skills are damn mega good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but he needed to concentrate on his studies at the end of sec 2. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sec 3, i had the BEST maths tuition teacher!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she totally rocked socks la!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so friendly. so buddy buddy. n i understood her. n she helped me improve my maths like 3789127391738912% n made me LOVE maths. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ohh, then O level year, she had family problems n had to stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was a huge blow for me. i felt so sad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(LOL)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so then we had this new tution teacher (she said she was from Hwa chong n currently in NUS)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SHE SUCKS MORE THAN MY MALAY TUITION TEACHER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, usually when i have new tuition teachers, i will test them (why didnt my students do tt to me?? hee)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;test them by asking them to solve my HW Qs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if when i get back my HW and get better marks than is expected of me, means they are here to stay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sadly, the hwa chong faker got like half of them WRONG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;felt pissed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;n as i still recall, she still dared to say "cannot be"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BLEAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fired her the next day. tee hee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so my mother n i begged my fave tuition teacher to come back by raising her salary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;n she did :))))))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she taught me for 3 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay tts the end of my boring tuition post!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/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/6665846119764051688-8391994686491398615?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/8391994686491398615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=8391994686491398615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/8391994686491398615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/8391994686491398615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2007/08/indochine-forbidden-city.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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/_60Eceh5q5vU/RrQtEkMpW1I/AAAAAAAAAII/LGAwK5mLX68/s72-c/DSC00206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665846119764051688.post-6924185200973585322</id><published>2007-07-31T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T23:10:02.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MSN CHAT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cass says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats ur fave pri sch song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;an-nur says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;25 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;an-nur says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;from mltr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cass says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?????????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cass says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i meant like pri sch songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cass says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those u learn in the song book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;an-nur says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;an-nur says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;edelweiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;an-nur says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know whether that is the correct spelling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cass says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cass says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;thats my hated one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cass says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;give up?                       &lt;em&gt;( oh, i was asking him to guess my fave pri sch song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cass says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kukabara!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;an-nur says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kukabaru sits on an old gum tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;an-nur says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merry merry king is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cass says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i only know kukabara sits on the old gum tree-eeeeeeeee merry mush is the old mmmm ahhh kukabara ahhh kukara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cass says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;say your life is me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cass says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cass says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;an-nur says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laugh kukabaru laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cass says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;an-nur says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;kukabaru gay ur life must beeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cass says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;an-nur says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what 'ahhhhhh'??????//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;an-nur says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alamak stop it sia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n i called it my fave when i dont even know the words.&lt;br /&gt;i told u i dont listen to songs for words!&lt;br /&gt;i listen for beat n rhythm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665846119764051688-6924185200973585322?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/6924185200973585322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=6924185200973585322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/6924185200973585322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/6924185200973585322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2007/07/msn-chat.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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-6665846119764051688.post-342892155710043408</id><published>2007-07-26T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:49:20.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/Rqn2gkMpWxI/AAAAAAAAAHo/b2ADBZx7ow4/s1600-h/fake+malaysia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091871893052021522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/Rqn2gkMpWxI/AAAAAAAAAHo/b2ADBZx7ow4/s400/fake+malaysia.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/Rqn1CUMpWwI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5koGkVBoim0/s1600-h/fake+malaysia.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/RqnyAEMpWvI/AAAAAAAAAHY/V_BXnk-38TY/s1600-h/fake+malaysia.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;actually we were at amk police station.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;the jacket-look makes it look like we are back in genting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh, we took pics THERE cause we were bored while waiting for natalie to make a report. (no, this time it aint ruth again (and again and again and again. someone, cant rem who, said ruth has her own personal locker for all her lost wallets in amk p.s. haha.))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ruth fell down on the steps at nats house AGAIN. lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;anna greeted us at the front gate (i think she was wondering why we were hiding at the corner near the drain. :S cause we were planning to scare nat)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anna: Natalie di atas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ruth : okok&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;cass: okok&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ruth: (whispers) what is atas?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;cass: nat is upstairs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha. it was a little bit funny as anna likes to speak to ruth in malay but ruth has no clue whatsoever she is saying so ruth just politely nods n says 'okok' to what she has to say. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/6665846119764051688-342892155710043408?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/342892155710043408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=342892155710043408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/342892155710043408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/342892155710043408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2007/07/actually-we-were-at-amk-police-station.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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/_60Eceh5q5vU/Rqn2gkMpWxI/AAAAAAAAAHo/b2ADBZx7ow4/s72-c/fake+malaysia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665846119764051688.post-2116741296536872773</id><published>2007-07-22T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T18:34:42.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HARRY POTTER LIVED HAPPILY FUCKING AFTER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so damn fucking upset that he did not die in the end!&lt;br /&gt;voldermort died, snape died, lupin died, mad eye died, weasley bro died, n few more who died but but but WHY NOT HIM!&lt;br /&gt;it just made my heart twist that the ending was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they had a chap '19 years later'.&lt;br /&gt;potter married to ginny weasley and after fucking, they had 5 kids or smt.&lt;br /&gt;n hermoine and ron got married n had kids of their own too. &lt;em&gt;(I'm okay with that :] )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so nauseating painful to read the happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;harry's life is so not a happy one.. so why end the last book with all happy smiles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i felt that the last book should end with a HUMONGOUS BANG!&lt;br /&gt;like him DEAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just dont touch ronald weasley please. he's character is so cute!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know harry is SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as lord voldermort soul is in harry (tts why he has the connection n can see what lord vol is up to) and harry is one of the horcrux and they must destroy all of the horcruxes (&lt;em&gt;rem tom riddle diary in chamber of secrets? ya it was one of Horcrux) &lt;/em&gt;that contain lord V souls so he wont become one again n shit like tt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO NATURALLY i was like WEEEEEEEEEE~ he is gonna die when i read the part he got hit by the killing curse. but my heart pounded like mad while i was reading the following chap.&lt;br /&gt;the killing curse did hit harry but but but but AIYAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;long story short, lord v died in the end by his own curse AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY, if i had it my way, Avada Kedavra to Mr Harry Potter!&lt;br /&gt;not to be bad or heartless but REALLY THINK IT BE THE BEST ENDING EVER. i would happily smile n would think this Deathly Hallows is a prized possession. n will protect it n dust it every month unlike my other harry books. and ppl who attempt to steal it, i will point my pilot shaker mechanical pencil at them and shout "Avada Kedavra!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was so much hype abt the last book, but abit disappointing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait before i forget, jk rowling is seriously descriptive tt at times i just wanna scream GET ON WITH IT! LONG WINDED! COME ON! she just leaves u all hanging n excited and anxious while reading it as you wanna continue with the exciting parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the book was practically glued to my hand. My eyes were so damn motherfuckingly painful after hours and hours of reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(you should have seen cheryl face when i told her i finished. lol.&lt;/em&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;total i think i took 17 hours to read?&lt;br /&gt;of course not at one shot!&lt;br /&gt;yes, as ron would say it "you're mental!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had tuition in between and went out to town, church so minus those.&lt;br /&gt;i even read abit during tuition. made him do compo while i read. TEE HEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moment the man came to my house, 1 second after i got the book, i started reading. i already prepared my pillows on my bed for backrest. lol.&lt;br /&gt;like the last book, when my mum went to bed, i was reading&lt;br /&gt;she woke up i was reading&lt;br /&gt;while eating, i read&lt;br /&gt;when she came back i was reading&lt;br /&gt;during ugly betty commercials, i was reading.&lt;br /&gt;i forgo-ed LOST to read.&lt;br /&gt;she just "tsk-ed" me. lol.&lt;br /&gt;after reading the book, i was walking around the house looking bored n my mum was like&lt;br /&gt;"wahhh, now got time to walk around eh."&lt;br /&gt;my dad just said "the author is damn loaded now" n my dad tried countless times while reading to annoy me on purpose by talking rubbish. but i think he got fed up when i didnt even bother to listen or look at him. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;my aunt said she didn't see me for 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;WTF!&lt;br /&gt;cause i was in my room most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh ohhhh!&lt;br /&gt;there is this part in the Deathly Hallows between ron and hermoine that i found kinda funny. they were talking abt fairytale story books they read when they were young.&lt;br /&gt;its like this:&lt;br /&gt;ron:... kids folk stories .....like the fountain of fair fortune.. the wizard and the hopping pot.... babbitty rabbitty&lt;br /&gt;hermoine: excuse me?&lt;br /&gt;ron: come on, you must have heard of babbitty rabbitty&lt;br /&gt;hermoine: ron, you should know full well that harry n i were brought up by muggles! stories like snow white and cinderella...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ron: Whats that, an illness?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bf bought for me&lt;br /&gt;topshop earings&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;fox tank top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;now, friends of ours who know him well, FAINT!!!&lt;br /&gt;actually the topshop earings i used the HINT method.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;for him to get a hint (as he very blur. REM THE STEAL THE WATCH FROM HIS HAND AND HE DOESNT KNOW STORIES?) is really smt. i shall award him with a certificate tmr.&lt;/p&gt;after monthSSS of deciding on a new type flat ballerina shoe..&lt;br /&gt;from red shoe&lt;br /&gt;to crocs purple ballerina&lt;br /&gt;to sporty looking ballerina&lt;br /&gt;to everlast&lt;br /&gt;to gallaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally bought the crocs purple ballerina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;n i bought a butterfly 'pin' thingy to poke it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;went out! cake day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;smt else happened over the weekend that made me &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;close my curtains&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;gave chills down my spine&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;made me tear&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;made me gag&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;made me wanna hide in my closet&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;im not bad!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh and i saw a friend(not you know who if you know who i talking abt) with an msn personal message that said "love is loving someone without any returns"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;helloooo! that is so puke-pls&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;what irony huh the situation n then i see such silly quote.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i wouldn't love someone who wont love me back. i see it as a lost cause.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so he who shall not be named shouldn't waste it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;(another chill just went thru me)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ppl including my bf told me not to worry abt it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;im not worried. i just must practice Occulumcy and block this matter out of my mind LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i think im gonna get retribution.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;what if i end up with you know who in future for being a bitch?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HOW HOW HOW HOW .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jesus Christ and mother Mary please please please please forgive me of my sins. &lt;em&gt;(I'm serious!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665846119764051688-2116741296536872773?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/2116741296536872773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=2116741296536872773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/2116741296536872773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/2116741296536872773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2007/07/harry-potter-lived-happily-fucking.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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-6665846119764051688.post-42195350465363798</id><published>2007-07-19T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:49:20.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;RUTH'S CONTACT LENSES&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so after school, went to meet ruth &amp; nat in town- orchard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;met ruth first and she told me she started wearing lenses..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at that moment, she was only wearing on ONE SIDE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, only one eyeball has plastic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so after we met nat at wheelock, we spent about 20 minutes in the damn toilet waiting for ruth to put the other lens in her eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;new-timer u see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;give her a chance. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let me tell u a story abt my contact lenses first when i ran in the rain with it years back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some of u may noe of this story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so actually the lenses rolled at the back of my eyeball but i didnt know tt did i ? i thought it fell out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i panicked as i couldnt see shit n i was in town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was with ruth at the entrance of cini orchard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;n i saw something shiny on the carpet with my blurry vision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cass:RUTH!!!!! MY CONTACT LENSES!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;ruth looks at what i m pointing at.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ruth: NO CASS! ITS A SWEET WRAPPER!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;n we laughed like mad hyenas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, you know when u wear lens, u must see if the correct side n stuff rite? if the wrong side, you will a little "sharp" edge will stick out n stuff rite..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so as ruth could not get it, nat told her "you must see if its a salad bowl or a rice bowl shape"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so ruth, now u get it??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after the lens kept falling out of her of her eyeball as her EYEBROW kept getting in the way, i decided to poke her eyeballs myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;n i did it within 2 tries (the lens just wouldnt stick n she didnt roll her eyeballs properly! compared to her 3829138102 failed attempts!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you see, it took 3 ppl to help her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i, the poker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ruth, pulled her eyelids up n down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nat, held her fringe back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JUST FOR ONE DAMN CONTACT LENS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;poor ruth, of course she couldnt escape from our mockery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when she reaches home, we said she will call one of us to help her take it out !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after that, we ate our lunch at fareast (during lunch, ruth suddenly exclaimed "I HAVE A BLOG!" n we just stared at her for 0.1sec n continued our convo. lol.) before heading down to novena for nat's "one" hour work at a drama class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088932218995945650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/Rp-E5A9LMLI/AAAAAAAAAHA/BAaSluzZofY/s200/Photo0010K.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088932691442348242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/Rp-FUg9LMNI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/8z_359ZoaOc/s200/Photo0015K.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(while waiting for her. sorry i lazy to upload more)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not long we ate our dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH, and ruth spilled spagetti sauce on her jeans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mocked her again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haahha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we find smallest things truly amazing n hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just dont remind us we are turning 20.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, ruth headed back to stick stickers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nat came over my house to watch tv.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE END!&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/6665846119764051688-42195350465363798?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/42195350465363798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=42195350465363798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/42195350465363798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/42195350465363798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2007/07/ruths-contact-lenses-so-after-school.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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/_60Eceh5q5vU/Rp-E5A9LMLI/AAAAAAAAAHA/BAaSluzZofY/s72-c/Photo0010K.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665846119764051688.post-7999190180613896382</id><published>2007-07-14T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:49:21.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/Rpj0cg9LMJI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ZuzERlkjU0o/s1600-h/UMBRELLA_DANCE_by_missMimee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087084549835010194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/Rpj0cg9LMJI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ZuzERlkjU0o/s320/UMBRELLA_DANCE_by_missMimee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;time to break free!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watched harry potter n order of phoenix yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;switched on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; n goblet of fire was on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hbo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goblet- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cedric&lt;/span&gt; dies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;phoenix- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sirus&lt;/span&gt; black dies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;half blood prince- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dumbeldore&lt;/span&gt; dies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now the current book deadly hollows(coming! coming! cant wait! standing at gate at 7am!) another character will probably die. i hope its harry potter! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ron&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hermoine&lt;/span&gt;! either one will do! &lt;em&gt;(just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; cry again please)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;makes it more interesting yea?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i re-read the last few chapters of order n half blood just now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to recall the prophecies and the ending of half blood n stuff! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;prepare myself when the last book arrives!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preparation Harry Potter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the only book i cried while reading was half blood when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dumbledore&lt;/span&gt; died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the only movie that an-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;nur&lt;/span&gt; saw no need to cry at was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;spiderman&lt;/span&gt; 3 when aunt may was having a heart to heart talk with peter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; mad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not overly sensitive okay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just touching?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;HAHA&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/6665846119764051688-7999190180613896382?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/7999190180613896382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=7999190180613896382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/7999190180613896382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/7999190180613896382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2007/07/time-to-break-free-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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/_60Eceh5q5vU/Rpj0cg9LMJI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ZuzERlkjU0o/s72-c/UMBRELLA_DANCE_by_missMimee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665846119764051688.post-2249972710210694048</id><published>2007-07-09T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:49:21.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;its a journey.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;for 5 days a week you may think your life is so routine for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wake up,leave for school, on the train, school, leave school, train, home, sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wake up,leave for school,on the train, school, leave school, train, home, sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you observe what actually happens around you, maybe it can be slightly different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;wake up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;leave for school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the train&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;lrt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"did i tell you i had a crush on a girl?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stranger suddenly diverts her attention away from her notes and looks across the crowded train at two female friends having a loud conversation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"no i don't remember"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I used to like a girl from st Anthony cannossian convent and we used to wait for her after school and follow her around. her eyes are like..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(does the slit eye)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"cant believe u liked a girl"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"i mean coming from a girls school its normal to have a crush on a girl. whereas in mix school, i would say its admiration if you like a girl"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;RIIITTTTTTTTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stranger thinks to herself 'next time dont talk so loud abt your lesbian past especially when you look like you are 25 years of age'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085218128226662178" style="DISPLAY: block; 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&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/6665846119764051688-2249972710210694048?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/2249972710210694048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=2249972710210694048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/2249972710210694048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/2249972710210694048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-journey.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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/_60Eceh5q5vU/RpJS8epTtyI/AAAAAAAAAGo/6vz1EHqhu1M/s72-c/rubicube01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665846119764051688.post-6222145216602691361</id><published>2007-07-07T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:49:22.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Our adventure.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started at Immaculate Heart of Mary Church.&lt;br /&gt;Jo, Nat, Ruth &amp; I.&lt;br /&gt;there was on-off chatter abt random things.. during mass! hahah.&lt;br /&gt;as usual?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from pretzels to being in ROME (&lt;em&gt;if u heard the conversation.. u be like HAHA. WTH!)&lt;/em&gt;, &amp;amp; the usual of making fun of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the rome convo went smt like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;jo: it feels like we are in rome.&lt;br /&gt;ruth: really? why? is it cause of the&lt;br /&gt;priest? &lt;em&gt;(cause he was&lt;br /&gt;angmoh)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jo: cause of the echo n high&lt;br /&gt;seats&lt;br /&gt;ruth:ohhh............. i wouldnt know.................. as&lt;br /&gt;ive.........&lt;br /&gt;never been to rome........ before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_^&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church, we walked to heartland mall for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Hong kong cafe for dessert - mango ice ka chang.&lt;br /&gt;half of it fell on the table as nat accidently hit it or smt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we really decided to do smt fun but didnt know what or where.&lt;br /&gt;oh! ruth wanted to check her money so after tt we sat at the chairs outside the DBS bank area to talk abt random things like shaving legs &amp; veet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so we thought our adventure has come to an end......NOT&lt;br /&gt;jo left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it was just nat, ruth &amp;amp; I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084659288556943074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/RpBWrupTtuI/AAAAAAAAAGI/OM86uk0WNns/s320/Photo0010e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what an ugly pic!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;walked back to kovan mrt bus stop.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and after much deliberation, we were off to Sengkang!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cause thought of gg to the pasar malam.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell u, thruout the whole day, strangers been giving nat funny looks.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when we arrived at the interchange and set off on our journey there, we realised tt the pasar malam was actually ............ very far away.&lt;br /&gt;so we gave up and sat at starbucks in compass.&lt;br /&gt;nat's friends joined us too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after realising tt we all missed our last buses and last lrts,&lt;br /&gt;we walked back home..towards my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ruth managed to catch her 82 though. ahah.&lt;br /&gt;then it was just nat n i.&lt;br /&gt;she walked me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(ohhhh! ruthiiee if u ever stumble here again, just to let u know, nat n i imagined tt ur future will be like: you living in a Switzerland bank as u like to check your money a lot and u be married to a scrooge banker ahahh and we all be having dementia when we are old eating biscuits with tea :D ) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lame!&lt;br /&gt;duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUR ADVENTURE HAS FINALLY ENDED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665846119764051688-6222145216602691361?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/6222145216602691361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=6222145216602691361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/6222145216602691361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/6222145216602691361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2007/07/our-adventure.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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/_60Eceh5q5vU/RpBWrupTtuI/AAAAAAAAAGI/OM86uk0WNns/s72-c/Photo0010e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665846119764051688.post-8197167321188635077</id><published>2007-07-06T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:49:22.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;extremely touched.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you happen to be at home in the mornings-afternoon on weekdays, you notice on ch5 they have some sort of interior design programms like Debbie Travis and Extreme Makeover:Home Edition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the usual like rebuilding and redesigning the homes of lucky few.&lt;br /&gt;so, as its due to study week, if i rem, i would catch these shows..&lt;br /&gt;extreme makeover:home editions every thurs... i think?&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, that day i watched an episode that seriously touched my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who on earth cries on such a show?? (its not even some soap drama , please!)&lt;br /&gt;well, i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the design team were gg to rebuild a home from scratch for the family.&lt;br /&gt;the parents are hearing impaired.&lt;br /&gt;they do sign language to communicate to one another&lt;br /&gt;the youngest is autistic and blind.&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;the eldest teenage brother ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOES NOT SUFFER FROM ANYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;yup, not deaf, blind, autistic... nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amazing yet true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084063756981614290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/Ro45DOpTttI/AAAAAAAAAGA/FfcbwtrQcrE/s320/vardon.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he really really really cares for his entire family.. esp the autistic brother.&lt;br /&gt;hugs him n stuff.&lt;br /&gt;say awwww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thruout the show he would be telling the design team n stuff what his parents are signing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n&lt;br /&gt;n&lt;br /&gt;n&lt;br /&gt;n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the eldest son really wants to go college but they have NO MONEY NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to his new high tech home, he also received a $50,000 SCHOLARSHIP TO A COLLEGE OF HIS CHOICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he totally deserves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this boy will shoot up to heaven when he dies i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;his heart is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;if i was in America and if he was slightly older, i would ask him to marry me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;ok, that is over exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it was just so touching to see him being rewarded for his huge love for his family.&lt;br /&gt;:) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway i lazy to upload all the pics of the house so i shall just show u some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084063086966716082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/Ro44cOpTtrI/AAAAAAAAAFw/hLPvGnUB8qQ/s400/ep_vardon_02_360x240.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084063331779851970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/Ro44qepTtsI/AAAAAAAAAF4/qpzKuDJUyGI/s320/ep_vardon_19_360x240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pics from abc E:HE website!&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/6665846119764051688-8197167321188635077?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/8197167321188635077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=8197167321188635077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/8197167321188635077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/8197167321188635077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2007/07/extremely-touched.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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/_60Eceh5q5vU/Ro45DOpTttI/AAAAAAAAAGA/FfcbwtrQcrE/s72-c/vardon.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665846119764051688.post-1954007847705994874</id><published>2007-07-04T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:49:23.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/RouUFupTtqI/AAAAAAAAAFo/LexoSLopWEU/s1600-h/2128_recap5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083319430559282850" style="DISPLAY: block; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665846119764051688-3377444867152319285?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/3377444867152319285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=3377444867152319285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/3377444867152319285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/3377444867152319285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2007/06/sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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-6665846119764051688.post-6703691652518095463</id><published>2007-06-25T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:49:24.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/Rn-0sOF56zI/AAAAAAAAAEs/romL8mjIp7Y/s1600-h/Anorexia_by_Kaek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079977576487316274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/Rn-0sOF56zI/AAAAAAAAAEs/romL8mjIp7Y/s320/Anorexia_by_Kaek.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; when you are bored, you wish there is smt to do/somewhere to go.&lt;br /&gt;when you have things planned (like to study or go to school), you rather be doing nothing (thus feeling bored).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i procrastinate a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay pick a module and place the notes on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;okay done that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prepare my highlighters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;preparing at 100 times slower than the speed of light.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sit down at the table facing the wall.&lt;br /&gt;stare at the apple sweets and starts chewing on one.&lt;br /&gt;followed by another one.&lt;br /&gt;and another two more.&lt;br /&gt;and another 5 more.&lt;br /&gt;oh, the sweets metal box is empty.&lt;br /&gt;lecture notes still closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawn.&lt;br /&gt;open the book.&lt;br /&gt;smile at it.&lt;br /&gt;highlight here n there.&lt;br /&gt;physically here. mentally in new york city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get up from the chair.&lt;br /&gt;get my hp.&lt;br /&gt;check the time.&lt;br /&gt;ohh! its time for a late lunch.&lt;br /&gt;walks out to eat lunch.&lt;br /&gt;and watch Totally Spies (goshh! im so old)&lt;br /&gt;time to get to work!&lt;br /&gt;wait, let me eat my two packets of oreo cookies with milk first..&lt;br /&gt;and..read some magazines (i had time for both electronic n print!) and newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;im just avoiding the fact that i should at least START studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i don't start now, it take me like few days to start.&lt;br /&gt;its a bad habit. i be lazy for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;then when days before the exam, i start panicking.&lt;br /&gt;esp coming this weekend, 4 hours be gone to helping others in their sch work. what abt mine!?! :( time wasted! in a way for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant study after 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;nothing gets into my brain after 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;so you know after 7pm, i be watching tv, eating or sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once it strikes 6pm, i be panicking n be "ONE MORE HOUR! FUCK!"&lt;br /&gt;the sky is getting darker.&lt;br /&gt;7pm, i close the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;progress made today:&lt;br /&gt;BAD.&lt;br /&gt;i learnt the ingredients and where the apple sweets are made from though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasted time writing this entry too.&lt;br /&gt;but its after 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;so, its excusable!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665846119764051688-6703691652518095463?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/6703691652518095463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=6703691652518095463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/6703691652518095463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/6703691652518095463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-procrastinate-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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/_60Eceh5q5vU/Rn-0sOF56zI/AAAAAAAAAEs/romL8mjIp7Y/s72-c/Anorexia_by_Kaek.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665846119764051688.post-939169019236873691</id><published>2007-06-19T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:49:24.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/Rnfj7-F56yI/AAAAAAAAAEk/UCZ4Df7Fxp8/s1600-h/Anorexia_by_Kaek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077777724303076130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/Rnfj7-F56yI/AAAAAAAAAEk/UCZ4Df7Fxp8/s320/Anorexia_by_Kaek.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is a limit on how much u can tolerate a person crappy bullshit dumbness.&lt;br /&gt;lets begin from the top with the smses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in purple.&lt;br /&gt;B mother in black. ( i hope u be able understand her sms as it took me awhile to get wad the fark she was saying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;hello. i dont think i can teach B anymore as I cant handle him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(when i said handle i meant handling his brattyness, him poking the chair, hiding under the table, under the bed, his OCD, his lazyness.. basically his attitude of not being one bit interested.&lt;br /&gt;the day when the mother warned me abt her son, why didnt i RUN!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;can u, pls 4 lessons til find replacement. 10s.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;okay i will teach til you find a replacement.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few days later, as i had no idea what the fark she said abt 4 lessons part. teach 4 more weeks or is the 4 as in FOR or 4 more days????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;hello. to prevent miscommunication i am not supposed to teach your son til the end of the month right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B mother doesnt reply.&lt;br /&gt;ASS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few days later i call up the agency to let them know of the situation. they called her n told me i am freeeee! no more teaching that lazy bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats what i thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, she smses me at 615pm and 628pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hello. pls postpone tnight lesson. B is havin high fever. 10s.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FARK!!!!!! hello are u stupid or stupid?&lt;br /&gt;didnt the agency tell u i aint teaching ur son anymore?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i called the agency up.&lt;br /&gt;they said MAYBE the mother want me to finish up til end of month so she can pay me the whole sum.&lt;br /&gt;wtf!! i had flashes of torture i have to go thru with B.&lt;br /&gt;money is one thing. if i was a money minded freak, i would tolerate 1 year sitting there and just collecting my money. but if B attitude of "just pass can already" n "teacher, go home leh go home!!!" , there is no way in hell he will improve his grades. so i pray his next tutor is a male tutor looking like hulk hogan.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, didnt this lady learn of ATM transfer?!?&lt;br /&gt;so pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;didnt bother replying the mother.&lt;br /&gt;so at 7plus, she calls me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"did u receive my sms?"&lt;br /&gt;"no."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the conversation, thurs is my last day i see her face n her son's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR SO I HOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if she still says "see you on next tues!" i shall declare tt this mother brain cant understand words for nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems worse than breaking up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least I n D arent that bad&lt;br /&gt;tolerable.&lt;br /&gt;maybe just cause one of them doesnt talk much.&lt;br /&gt;or fidget&lt;br /&gt;or hide under the bed.&lt;br /&gt;they have motivation n willingness to improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel bad for bitching abt B n his mother.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;just need to vent my anger abt her for the last time.&lt;br /&gt;closure.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665846119764051688-939169019236873691?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/939169019236873691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=939169019236873691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/939169019236873691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/939169019236873691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2007/06/there-is-limit-on-how-much-u-can.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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/_60Eceh5q5vU/Rnfj7-F56yI/AAAAAAAAAEk/UCZ4Df7Fxp8/s72-c/Anorexia_by_Kaek.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665846119764051688.post-5296131700681903754</id><published>2007-06-15T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T21:37:02.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things i dislike the most:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt;. bugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;. ppl trying to change your religion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;. ultra attention seeking ppl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont like it when i see ppl at the mrt station or wherever they go (ohh.. shall not name the religion) and starts randomly approaching ppl and starts preaching abt their religion.&lt;br /&gt;i just dont think thats the right way.&lt;br /&gt;n FORCE/PESTERING is even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to psycho ppl by discreetly feeding them info with your religion is a nono too.&lt;br /&gt;i aint dumb.&lt;br /&gt;i listen to hillsong at least once a week to remind me of the one i praise.&lt;br /&gt;im a hard rock to crack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.. &lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;. n i dont like it when ppl preach good when they do bad themselves.&lt;br /&gt;like dont have sex!!! why!!! then that bloody farker is having sex.&lt;br /&gt;haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was younger i used to donate money to the monks to get those 'bracelets'.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah. im very cartoon cause i thought it was nice.&lt;br /&gt;i mean i trusted them that it wasnt any CHARM or BLACK MAGIC BRACELET or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt; sometimes you hear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt; other religion's explanation of life after death.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know why but i kinda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt; believe in reincarnation.&lt;br /&gt;yea i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Buddhist&lt;/span&gt; but no harm believing right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ever thought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt; how i look like when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; old n wrinkled..&lt;br /&gt;thought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt; my last hour on planet E.&lt;br /&gt;will i float up to heaven and be united with my family n be dancing and slacking on grass?&lt;br /&gt;or drop to hell to shovel hot stones?&lt;br /&gt;will i be a wandering spirit?&lt;br /&gt;or will i not remember my this life as it be erased from my memory?&lt;br /&gt;but there be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;tombstone&lt;/span&gt; of a girl with my current name not even knowing it was me.. n i be another girl/boy with another life unaware of my previous?&lt;br /&gt;then i be in primary school again n have to torture myself yet again!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;ohhhhh&lt;/span&gt; well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665846119764051688-5296131700681903754?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/5296131700681903754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=5296131700681903754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/5296131700681903754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/5296131700681903754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2007/06/old-lady-sayings.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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-6665846119764051688.post-509331111793907239</id><published>2007-06-09T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:49:27.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;ARE YOU READY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074271003764976402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/Rmtul-F56xI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ST8_AhkdJg/s320/Photo0257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/Rmtuc-F56wI/AAAAAAAAAEU/WHVtpbvjhzA/s1600-h/Photo0254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074270849146153730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/Rmtuc-F56wI/AAAAAAAAAEU/WHVtpbvjhzA/s320/Photo0254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074270758951840498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/RmtuXuF56vI/AAAAAAAAAEM/5QLsCRxABw0/s320/Photo0250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074270655872625378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/RmtuRuF56uI/AAAAAAAAAEE/xW1ZfkXGDLk/s320/Photo0249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074270557088377554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/RmtuL-F56tI/AAAAAAAAAD8/GRyK3_QPfXI/s320/Photo0241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074270462599097026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/RmtuGeF56sI/AAAAAAAAAD0/929x1jBA7YU/s320/Photo0237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074270303685307058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/Rmtt9OF56rI/AAAAAAAAADs/Qtao5_v8bTY/s320/Photo0235a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074270071757073058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/RmttvuF56qI/AAAAAAAAADk/ijhdIPgGM-4/s320/Photo0116a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074269977267792530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/RmttqOF56pI/AAAAAAAAADc/7xhSnYDudz8/s320/Photo0106a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074269882778512002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/RmttkuF56oI/AAAAAAAAADU/8XQ8WxRB1Yw/s320/Photo0101a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074269569245899378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/RmttSeF56nI/AAAAAAAAADM/NuuhwYh3pX4/s320/Photo0015a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074269487641520738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/RmttNuF56mI/AAAAAAAAADE/meYvSeiLnTQ/s320/Photo0012a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074269380267338322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/RmttHeF56lI/AAAAAAAAAC8/fHiQ63ZeILU/s320/Photo0010a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074269260008254018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/RmttAeF56kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/_K0h7ybSTtw/s320/cassxiu2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074269010900150834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60Eceh5q5vU/Rmtsx-F56jI/AAAAAAAAACs/YAWDWzn1ngU/s320/all+the+same.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XIULIN &amp; CASANDRA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in total, 40 over photos took.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;only 33 kept.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we wont tell u where is this place! (if u know by judging the background, good for u.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause later u too will go there n steal our spot for the good pimple-free lighting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/6665846119764051688-509331111793907239?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/509331111793907239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=509331111793907239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/509331111793907239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/509331111793907239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2007/06/are-you-ready-hahhaha.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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/_60Eceh5q5vU/Rmtul-F56xI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ST8_AhkdJg/s72-c/Photo0257.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665846119764051688.post-4959962130454916048</id><published>2007-06-03T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T21:05:13.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;hello busy weekend. how do you do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 mins to eat carrot cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rushed back out to fetch Danny, aunty Michelle n rest of kids at mrt station with dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back home to crack my brains for sec 1 work. new kid. danny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tt, showered n left for city hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got my thumb drive at IT fair n Eng assessment book from wet bras road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rushed off for sake of &lt;em&gt;beras&lt;/em&gt; (heh!) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept like a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1030hrs for more of Danny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft tt, left home for an hour or so of PS with Ruth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den together, we met Nat at sacred heart church for mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughed at choir lady singing n ermm p.... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;forevveerrrrrrr!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by 8pm, we were at seletar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate fries, noodles n cheese egg n watched sch of rock at Nat's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna misses us. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh, and i still managed to squeeze in time for OTH 19. hhehhh! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;aunty Pam and uncle Paul brought Natasha n I for shoppinnnngggg n lunchhhh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hard rock cafe for lunch - grilled chicken with twisted mac n cheese &amp;amp; mango smoothie for me. yummmmaaayyy. none of us managed to fully finish our food as uncle paul ordered appetizers w/o us knowing hahaha. so we were full by the time our own dish came. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wisma. CK Tangs, paragon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;shopping was all paid by the cute austrailian couple. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i picked a red self customised charm bracelet at ck tangs and a top from dorothy perkins. :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;must totally appreciate my charm bracelet as it ain't cheap for freaking bracelet! hahahhah. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;they still gave me some more money for me to spend at topshop. as i wanted to buy this babydoll top but didnt have my size so i shall check out other outlets!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Natasha bought accessories from ck tang too and two tops. kids clothing eh not cheap at all ! 72 bucks for two kiddy clothes is NO JOKE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then before left, sat at project shop cafe for some drinks. for few drinks already its like... :S ... i can take the money to buy another freakin top at Topshop please!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i feel bad for making them spend their money on us. hahaha. aunt pam asked me to pick something from Calvin Klein! guilt you know! nonono. enough! i have self control when opportunity arises to spend other ppl money. ehhh i have conscience okay. i aint some greedy fark that always want ppl to pay this and that for me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so i decided not to follow to jumbo seafood restaurant or whatever. lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665846119764051688-4959962130454916048?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/4959962130454916048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=4959962130454916048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/4959962130454916048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/4959962130454916048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello-busy-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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-6665846119764051688.post-8210081100384115791</id><published>2007-05-30T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T23:18:04.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the battle of balloons part II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, my dad n i are still at it.&lt;br /&gt;now instead of the balloons being single, he tied all of them together in a bunch.&lt;br /&gt;he will put it on my bed WHILE IM SLEEPING.&lt;br /&gt;n i tie it to the wine glasses or computer chair.&lt;br /&gt;its getting old.&lt;br /&gt;the balloons still have not shrunk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today for dinner my sis, jason, mum n I (in jason car) &amp; dad, aunt pam n uncle paul (in dad car) set off to changi yacht club.&lt;br /&gt;aeroplanes flying above us.&lt;br /&gt;dinner by the sea.&lt;br /&gt;dinner on sand.&lt;br /&gt;so romantic but yet so dark.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;had no idea what the fark i was cutting but the dinner was yummay-licious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, my sis n i went to play swing.&lt;br /&gt;n as i still type this entry, my stomach is feeling like i sat on some major roller coaster ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh, for dessert the waiter asked whether we wanted deep-fried pandan ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;jason face was literally :S&lt;br /&gt;its actually vanilla ice cream with pandan topping n its fried or some shit.&lt;br /&gt;my dad being the lamer he is who enjoys purposely annoying waiters,&lt;br /&gt;he said "ohhh! &lt;strong&gt;the ice cream wrapped in pandan leaf&lt;/strong&gt; isit! then like that can tao pau cause deep fried right so it most prob wont melt what"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad ohhh dad!&lt;br /&gt;this was our conversation at 7am++ today&lt;br /&gt;dad: where you going? what time ur school start?&lt;br /&gt;cass: ohh school starts at 12midnight.&lt;br /&gt;dad: OHH I SEE! your teachers wear white right?&lt;br /&gt;cass: yupp!&lt;br /&gt;dad: no legs right?&lt;br /&gt;cass: yuupp!&lt;br /&gt;dad: aiyah.. your school fees goes to these type of ppl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...... hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aunty pam wanted to take me along with her n cousin Quentin to watch pirates .. but too bad i watched already. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;I really hope aunt pam takes me shopping during the weekends!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665846119764051688-8210081100384115791?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/8210081100384115791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=8210081100384115791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/8210081100384115791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/8210081100384115791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2007/05/battle-of-balloons-part-ii-yes-my-dad-n.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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-6665846119764051688.post-7845725172087475616</id><published>2007-05-28T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T14:10:50.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ashes of Dreams You Let Die&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;click click click click!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="335"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/7b6MaRJVXq1mReAU0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/7b6MaRJVXq1mReAU0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="335" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x22jzk_trailer-419-one-tree-hill"&gt;Trailer 419 One Tree Hill&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/Brothers_Scott4U"&gt;Brothers_Scott4U&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click click click click!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is gg to be a season 5! :))))))))&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/6665846119764051688-7845725172087475616?l=eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/feeds/7845725172087475616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665846119764051688&amp;postID=7845725172087475616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/7845725172087475616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665846119764051688/posts/default/7845725172087475616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleven-fiftynine.blogspot.com/2007/05/ashes-of-dreams-you-let-die-trailer-419.html' title=''/><author><name>purple danielle</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>
