<?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-4078311081165683367</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:41:14.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heartbeat!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2he-arts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4078311081165683367/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2he-arts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>anonymous</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>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4078311081165683367.post-8946341838272000866</id><published>2009-03-08T14:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T16:19:17.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seventeen</title><content type='html'>I'm thinking of dropping THINKING SKILLS and take GENERAL PAPER. Assignment for now ( for Ts ) is that I need to write my own argument with two or three reasons and a conclusion. It's not that easy when your mind is somewhere else getting distracted and it's not helping at all when you try to think. ._."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teehee, aside from that, a part of me doesn't want me to drop TS solely because of this guy in my class. :3&lt;br /&gt;Well, he's.. absolutely CUTE. ( I know how guys hate it when girls say they are cute but seriously. CUTE is a compliment. x] Harhar ) .. I like it when he grins. &gt;w&lt;; It's like a child-grin, dude. His pearl white set of teeth will shine back at you HAHAHAHA, I'm not even kidding! I was in awe because WHYCAN'TIGETSUCHNICESETOFWHITETEETH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-emos in a corner-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's pretty reserve. Likeable. From what I can see, he doesn't talk too much. But I like this kind of mysterious guy. HAHAHA. ;D MR. MYSTERIOUS. Ahem. But yeah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm missing him&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;Though he's in my class, I haven't had the courage to introduce myself and talk to him. We did exchange a few grins and laughs though cause he happened to know my friend and that, I was sitting at their table too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. no school tomorrow. I want school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I thought I was finally bracing myself, constantly reminding myself to not fall for someone again because the thought of being hurt just kills the mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, now my site wouldn't look weird in IE anymore. :] Fixed the codings already. I didn't know my site was in ugly-state until I viewed the site with IE. -barfs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEE!&lt;br /&gt;Imma update again later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4078311081165683367-8946341838272000866?l=2he-arts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4078311081165683367/posts/default/8946341838272000866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4078311081165683367/posts/default/8946341838272000866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2he-arts.blogspot.com/2009/03/eighteen.html' title='Seventeen'/><author><name>anonymous</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4078311081165683367.post-1800069790428323003</id><published>2009-03-05T16:42:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T17:14:16.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sixteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I'm . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;IN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;L♥VE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;whaaaatt?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I WANT, I WANT, I WANT. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;OXFORD SHOES&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;PLEASE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/sljgw3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;School is tiring me out,&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting the hang of it.&lt;br /&gt;But oh God, save me. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4078311081165683367-1800069790428323003?l=2he-arts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4078311081165683367/posts/default/1800069790428323003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4078311081165683367/posts/default/1800069790428323003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2he-arts.blogspot.com/2009/03/sixteen.html' title='sixteen'/><author><name>anonymous</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://i42.tinypic.com/sljgw3_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4078311081165683367.post-290665570726907342</id><published>2009-03-04T16:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T16:52:34.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fifteen</title><content type='html'>I'm exhausted. I can barely feel my legs now. Or let me put it this way, I don't have the energy to walk anymore.  @__@;  It's all drained by the heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So school started for me and I was heap excited the first day. We'd an Orientation program for about 8 hours plus. No classes but sit our sorry asses off in the auditorium while listening to the school authority &amp;amp; prefects as they gave speeches. As well as, touring us around the institution. The excitement soon dropped down terribly as the second day came ( we had to do the same thing for 8 hours plus . From 7AM+ till 4PM+ ) . .   there were performances too. the choir was WHOA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks the third day of school. It was tiring, . . half boring, but half alright. Went to school, meet up with the usual people, we were doing some maths problem as we were told there was going to be a test today. Turns out, there wasn't. Since, we just started schooling. Usuals and I got separated. cause we have to go up to the room we're supposed to be. I'm glad, I got one of my friend with me. (:   So I'm not alone. HAHA, I barely know everyone in this new school. Hopefully, I will get to know some soon. ANYWAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher in-charge gave us our timetable. Next period was a free lesson for me. :D  Private studying. Funny, I got two friends who were having free periods with me as well. YAY YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we saw the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;'s ( My seniors ). They took us to the lecturer room. It looks like a cinema. We talked and talked in there. Lucky for us, we didn't get caught. Teehee. Next, after that, bell rang. We went down to the usual place where we always hang out before school starts or during break/lunch. All came, eager to see which classes will we be having the same. Out of my 4 subjects I took, 3 of them, I have my friends with me while one doesn't, which is Biology. -__-"  Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later after break was THS ( thinking skills ). My friend, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt; and I was finding the freaking class. We walked up down, left and right! WTFFFF. Not fun okay, so many freaking blocks. I almost got heatstroke. some of his friends ( W's ) were lost too, they were in the same class as us. apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this one good-looking cute guy among them ( his friends are quite cute too. okay, i need to stop. yes really. )  x]  I think it's because of his hair. HAAHAH, okay. but yeah, it was DAMN HE IS IN MY CLASS!&lt;br /&gt;So, we went to the other block, the ground floor, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;'s friends will call us when they found the class and yes, they did. Walked UP again. Freaking, I was glad I wasn't pissed off. Went in the room and do some questions. Mind-challenging, i tell you. Almost deactivated my brain from learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy was sitting to my right across. I was glad I didn't get distracted. 8)   then NEXT I got biology. Head down, and AGAIN find the lab I'm supposed to be. Hell, I was lost again. So embarassing you know. Next time, I will go search for my classes before heading to the lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily for me, one guy was lost too, He asked me if I'm in Class L2. I was like YEAH. Then we went to search. Lucky for us, not too long, found the lab we are supposed to be in. Sat with the girls. they were friendly except one. I don't know. maybe cause she's fair and i'm fair like her. she hates it? whatever. Just hope for the better if not, screw it, will just try to get along. &gt;__&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAAAAANG.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I have a person I know fairly well in my bio class? WHY?!? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F IT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I'm having maths test. OH SH*T.&lt;br /&gt;My PS time for tomorrow is after break. whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update about the dinner I went to and such soon.&lt;br /&gt;PICTURESSSS. So it wouldn't be boring just reading texts. ;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4078311081165683367-290665570726907342?l=2he-arts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4078311081165683367/posts/default/290665570726907342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4078311081165683367/posts/default/290665570726907342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2he-arts.blogspot.com/2009/03/fifteen.html' title='fifteen'/><author><name>anonymous</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4078311081165683367.post-2843477288619981041</id><published>2009-02-26T14:52:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T19:47:59.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fourteen</title><content type='html'>WHOOAA~ I tried this "how sexy are you" thing and it's sort of accurate~&lt;br /&gt;That's HOW I see it. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table style="width: 488px; height: 436px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;td class="dkpurple_B" colspan="2" align="left" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Line of Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;                         &lt;tr&gt;                           &lt;td width="80"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sexgage.com/images/palm2csm.gif" height="79" width="75" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td align="left" valign="top" width="570"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your Line of Heart is a &lt;b&gt;curved line&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You are creative and sensitive. Sometimes ruled by emotions,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes by imagination. Sometimes you let feelings&lt;br /&gt;get in the way of clear thinking, and often for the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;                         &lt;tr&gt;                           &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;                         &lt;tr&gt;                           &lt;td class="dkpurple_B" colspan="2" align="left" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Shape of Fingertips&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;                         &lt;tr&gt;                           &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sexgage.com/images/round.gif" height="75" width="35" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The tips of your fingers are &lt;b&gt;round&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes other people seem too slow,&lt;br /&gt;so you finish their sentences for them.&lt;br /&gt;You are bright and intuitive, with a tendency to stick&lt;br /&gt;your neck out too far and getting hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;                         &lt;tr&gt;                           &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;                         &lt;tr&gt;                           &lt;td class="dkpurple_B" colspan="2" align="left" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Thumb Flexibility&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;                         &lt;tr&gt;                           &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sexgage.com/images/thumbsm03.gif" height="72" width="75" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Based on the flexibility level of your thumb&lt;br /&gt;you are generous and open to suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;Flexible and friendly, original at times&lt;br /&gt;but willing to cooperate with the right persons.&lt;br /&gt;Open to experimentation and exploration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;                         &lt;tr&gt;                           &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;                         &lt;tr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                           &lt;td class="dkpurple_B" colspan="2" align="left" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Highest Mound &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;                         &lt;tr&gt;                           &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sexgage.com/images/moundSm6.gif" height="80" width="75" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your highest mound is on the &lt;b&gt;base if your thumb&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;A people person. Outgoing and going out.&lt;br /&gt;Likes to laugh and party.&lt;br /&gt;Appreciates good food, good friends, and good drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.5/10&lt;/span&gt;, not too bad. I guess. :/&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    If you want to try it out, go to http://sexgage.com . 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I know I haven't been blogging. I'm STILL ALIVE TYVM.&lt;br /&gt;Just that, I've been downloading dramas to watch. Guh, what more, school is finally almost starting for me! YESSSSSSSS! I got accepted. [:  Ah, so time to brainstorm soon. Teehee. I can't wait to see how it's going to turn out. Hopefully not as bad as how I'm expecting it. ):   New school yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh, I don't fancy the school uniform though. .__."  I feel like I'm all wrapped up like some nomad. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;I wish, we can have a nice one like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k70-q0TLYPs/SMkLgyHpoaI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KjogNGk_G4w/s1600/s86077106.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the blue tie is hidden.&lt;br /&gt;there's another colour for the uniform which is... red!!&lt;br /&gt; instead of the dark blue or whatever blue that is. haha, :D ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i prefer long skirts cause all the school i know, wears skirts that isn't that long. boring~&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the skirts are dull. just one plain colour. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4078311081165683367-2843477288619981041?l=2he-arts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4078311081165683367/posts/default/2843477288619981041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4078311081165683367/posts/default/2843477288619981041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2he-arts.blogspot.com/2009/02/fourteen.html' title='fourteen'/><author><name>anonymous</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/_k70-q0TLYPs/SMkLgyHpoaI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KjogNGk_G4w/s72-c/s86077106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4078311081165683367.post-8455564327804704862</id><published>2009-02-15T22:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T02:13:59.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thirteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because i can't sleep til' you're next to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No i can't live&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;without you no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh i stay up til you're next to me &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til' this house feels like it did before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feels like insomnia ah ah, Feels like insomnia ah ah &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like insomnia ah ah, Feels like insomnia ah ah ~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 100%;font-size:14;" &gt;♫&lt;!--sizec--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--/sizec--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aSywjMgFtw/SZgxtbcstuI/AAAAAAAAABg/B1o8GzfKtzY/s1600-h/1230273039_1230259825882_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aSywjMgFtw/SZgxtbcstuI/AAAAAAAAABg/B1o8GzfKtzY/s320/1230273039_1230259825882_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303043217760761570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;JAEBUM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;from 2PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;look at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; abs! *_____*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can dance. I love the way he moves.&lt;br /&gt;He can speak english.&lt;br /&gt;He's such a cutie when he's all nervous and shy.&lt;br /&gt;He seems to like the colour pink. ( A PLUS HERE 8D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Sexy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love his hair too!&lt;br /&gt;-fangirling screams-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's also a fan of SNSD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Besides &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaebum&lt;/span&gt; from 2PM, i like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jokwon&lt;/span&gt; from 2AM too.&lt;br /&gt;Also, another fan of SNSD. Bahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, Jae &amp;amp; Jo, they're from the same entertainment company.&lt;br /&gt;It's just that, they're split up into their own groups.&lt;br /&gt;Heh. C:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I shall let pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A picture speaks a thousand words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 158px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aSywjMgFtw/SZhWO_0hdsI/AAAAAAAAACA/1pmR2uHLXuE/s320/onees.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303083376878646978" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 158px;" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/25qd4kw.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 158px;" src="http://i42.tinypic.com/2nu2a2c.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 158px;" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/23m4fhk.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun. :)     Reached there at 4plus.&lt;br /&gt;Kbox. Played drummed. Watch my two friends race each other in Initial D. Very entertaining cause the guy didn't drove until my friend's ( Girl ) car was far away from his. Hahaha. Aw, I know right. so sweet ;]. That day was whoa. lots of people. Valentine's day, what do I expect.&lt;br /&gt;I saw some of my classmates. Ex-classmates, to be exact. Or ex-schoolmates too. Nice seeing them again. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just that some of them are such ignorants. What the hell is their problem. what did I do to them. Nothing, I never did anything but was nice to them all this while and what they gave me was hurting me. they showed me such black faces. I hope that person who made-up lies or spread rumors gets fcuked up. I'm getting pissed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, 26 people in a two-joined room . IN..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUSHI &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♡! &lt;/span&gt;EXCAPADE!  YUM. Chicken teriyaki don and mini california special and tempura &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; is the bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;manz. i'm craving for them now +_+ !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only tried those three. booo. freaking water cost one dollar. I didn't drank anything. ):  Should have drank the tea though. it's freee b-but. THERE WERE NOT ENOUGH CUPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried the miso soup and i'm like O__O whoa. okay, not used to it but it's better than the wasabi. wtf. it tasted weird. :x  we ate for 2 hours. okay not that long, just that we were chitchatting here and there. taking pictures here and there. the restaurant was PACKED. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;full&lt;/span&gt;. lucky for us, we booked two rooms.  later, we settled down to pay for our sets. rofl. we had to cancel the names of the set one by one and pay up. freaking long list there. took us 30minutes or a bit lesser. anyways, after that, it was already reaching 9 something. we splitted up to two groups. some went to coffee beans to eat and drink more while some went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for some of my friends ( around 8) and I, we walked back to the mall. Sad though, after a while, I'd to go. Traffic jam somemore. z. Glad my dad wasn't super pissed. He hates traffic jams. Not much details cause, I don't really feel like saying more ( i left some parts out too. secret ;3 ) and i'm watching videos now. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, buhbyeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aSywjMgFtw/SZhZZT5z_7I/AAAAAAAAACI/GTjflVpBP6s/s320/Valkyria_cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303086852603117490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;I WANT VALKYRIA CHRONICLESSSSS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/4078311081165683367-8455564327804704862?l=2he-arts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4078311081165683367/posts/default/8455564327804704862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4078311081165683367/posts/default/8455564327804704862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2he-arts.blogspot.com/2009/02/thirteen.html' title='thirteen'/><author><name>anonymous</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/_3aSywjMgFtw/SZgxtbcstuI/AAAAAAAAABg/B1o8GzfKtzY/s72-c/1230273039_1230259825882_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4078311081165683367.post-1906207494039664179</id><published>2009-02-14T23:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T23:14:18.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twelve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aSywjMgFtw/SZbd4yoQdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/OpdHR2WmbB0/s1600-h/__Hearts___by_rachey_roo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aSywjMgFtw/SZbd4yoQdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/OpdHR2WmbB0/s320/__Hearts___by_rachey_roo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302669579008374530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;credit : deviantart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy valentine's day! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;much love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will post about today, tomorrow. tired now. just got back not too long ago. it's 11:11PM NOW. :O -wishes- haha, seeya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4078311081165683367-1906207494039664179?l=2he-arts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4078311081165683367/posts/default/1906207494039664179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4078311081165683367/posts/default/1906207494039664179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2he-arts.blogspot.com/2009/02/twelve.html' title='twelve'/><author><name>anonymous</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/_3aSywjMgFtw/SZbd4yoQdwI/AAAAAAAAABY/OpdHR2WmbB0/s72-c/__Hearts___by_rachey_roo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4078311081165683367.post-309091271225969109</id><published>2009-02-14T00:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T13:06:31.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eleven</title><content type='html'>Like the new layout?&lt;br /&gt;I do. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplicity could never go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Or so, that's how I see it. Simple &amp;amp; Clean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to blog. Same ol' same ol'.&lt;br /&gt;Gah, I don't know if I can go out tomorrow. Please, say yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CORRECTION . :x&lt;br /&gt;It's later today not tomorrow. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4078311081165683367-309091271225969109?l=2he-arts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4078311081165683367/posts/default/309091271225969109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4078311081165683367/posts/default/309091271225969109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2he-arts.blogspot.com/2009/02/eleven.html' title='eleven'/><author><name>anonymous</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4078311081165683367.post-8765118156228996861</id><published>2009-02-13T02:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T03:04:20.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ten</title><content type='html'>It's 2:30AM right now, going to 3AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep. I'm tired but yet, my eyes aren't heavy enough to have me fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I hang out with Hazel. Reached there about almost close to three. Had our lunch. Saw people. Went to arcade to waste time. Walked around. Bought drinks. Back to Arcade, arcade, arcade!   Funny how we went from kbox to basketball to kbox to some game then drumming and then back to basketball then kbox, basketball, kbox, basketball, kbox. haha. we really don't know what to do. We thought of catching a movie but H watched them all already so, :/ .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-shrugs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we catched up with our lives. :)&lt;br /&gt;Talked when we got the chance to sit down. Came to a point where she asked me to apply for republic polytechnic. .__." Since she applied and jack. speaking of JACK, that guy and his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kiasu&lt;/span&gt;ness. omg. had me laughing when H told me what he did during his submission to republic ( through online ). &gt;w&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After updating each other, we went back to kbox. AGAIN. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, i know what you are thinking&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Before I went home. I bought some computer games. Freaking addictive. :)&lt;br /&gt;Especially Cake mania &amp;amp; sally's saloon. 8D   YAY FOR NO MORE TRIALSSSSSSS~&lt;br /&gt;I think I wouldn't be bored now as I've stuffs to read, stuffs to watch, stuffs to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheeee. [: okayz, i shall go now. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I SKIPPED DINNER AND I NEED SLEEP&lt;/span&gt; or else, dizziness will take over me soon. ehhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4078311081165683367-8765118156228996861?l=2he-arts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4078311081165683367/posts/default/8765118156228996861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4078311081165683367/posts/default/8765118156228996861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2he-arts.blogspot.com/2009/02/ten.html' title='ten'/><author><name>anonymous</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4078311081165683367.post-1083995550092784103</id><published>2009-02-08T20:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T22:33:58.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aSywjMgFtw/SY7XJXiCM5I/AAAAAAAAABA/Gtn2PfOGay8/s1600-h/the-gem-of-life1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3aSywjMgFtw/SY7XJXiCM5I/AAAAAAAAABA/Gtn2PfOGay8/s320/the-gem-of-life1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300410367397213074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;THE GEM OF LIFE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The TVB drama I'm currently watching. :)&lt;br /&gt;I started downloading the episodes a few days ago and I'm hooked. Thanks to my mommie who wanted to watch these and demanded me to download the videos for her. I thought, "why not watch it too since i'm bored just going online?" :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guh, There's 82 episodes and I'm at episode 15 right now. Pretty slow because damn the internet connection nowadays. fudging slow. BOOO! Even with flashget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, so in every drama, we will always in favour of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; or some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;couples&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do I ship?&lt;br /&gt;Who? WHO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CONS-RANCE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Terrance &amp;amp; Constance&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Why? I don't know why but I like seeing them together.&lt;br /&gt;My two favourites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like this pairing! enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aSywjMgFtw/SY7pJH5RrNI/AAAAAAAAABI/ApKYzzaIPMY/s1600-h/TGOLMosesandGigi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3aSywjMgFtw/SY7pJH5RrNI/AAAAAAAAABI/ApKYzzaIPMY/s200/TGOLMosesandGigi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300430154409028818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;credits : asianfanatics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next would be :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SYL-VIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kalvin &amp;amp; Sylvia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahahaha. this two. i don't even know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;i enjoy watching their love-hate relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO PICTURES AS I CANNOT FIND D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There's more but as of right now, it's those two.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; homg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Right now, while watching and typing away...&lt;br /&gt;I'm simply annoyed by that think-he-is-gonna-get-constance dude. that once newspaper dude. his attitude pissed me off. or maybe cause i'm being biased and wants constance to be with terrance quick. haha. but i do feel annoyed at the sight of him appearing with his i-r-your-king attitude. WHAT? You think you're all that? My gawd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thing apparently reminded me of someone. someone i'm blunt and mean towards. Yeah, call me a bitch but hell, he disgusts me. Not ONLY me, mind you. there's alot who despise him too for his disgusting speak-before-thinking acts. He will stick out this tongue every now and then like he's a lizard . WTF he's not even a freaking lizard for pete's sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend who sat on my right and where that 'guy' sat on her right ( she always want me to change place with her during certain classes but i'm like "nooooo! &gt;&lt;" ) where was I? right, he will SPIT. SPIT IN THE CLASS. Like H-E-L-L-O. the floor isn't a drain for you to spit. OPEN YOUR DAMN EYES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when he throws tantrum thinking he's all that, talking back to the teacher because the teacher wants to send him out of the class and to his dismay HE was the only one who got sent out and i guessed he was in shame. no doubt. So this one is WORSE. MOTHER!  He backfires talking like he's the shit.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huff puff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYSS.   I have school in 2 weeks time. Probably the end of this month, it starts but i haven't gotten my uniform for school done yet. -__-" I have yet to go to the tailor's.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that, I've got to start my revision. &lt;br /&gt;AND FINALLY DONE WITH THE SUBJECTS.&lt;br /&gt;Subjects decided for my AS level and A level are Maths, Physics, Thinking Skills and Biology. Confirm. Subjects to change in one week.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I'm addicted to this game called : Cake Mania. Too bad, it's a trial game. Booo. It's fun! FUN FUN FUN! Now, i'm off to continue watching dramas. :)    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4078311081165683367-1083995550092784103?l=2he-arts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4078311081165683367/posts/default/1083995550092784103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4078311081165683367/posts/default/1083995550092784103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2he-arts.blogspot.com/2009/02/nine.html' title='nine'/><author><name>anonymous</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/_3aSywjMgFtw/SY7XJXiCM5I/AAAAAAAAABA/Gtn2PfOGay8/s72-c/the-gem-of-life1.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4078311081165683367.post-5995386924920123363</id><published>2009-02-04T09:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T09:45:50.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;39 degrees celsius of fever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;along with flu and coughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the doc's to get my medicine.&lt;br /&gt;the antibiotic was strong, so strong that I felt weak and I don't know where i'm going. .__."  Even with a one hour sleep, I still felt weak. I'd to continue sleeping. Slept for 6 hours. My ears were blocked and all of the sudden, I was feeling uneasy. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm feeling better now. :) I haven't even went to the interview due to my sickness. --"&lt;br /&gt;what a waste of time. I should have take good care of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom came back today.&lt;br /&gt;Before we fetched her, we went to eat at jolly-bee. 8D  . . we sat outside where we can view the aeroplanes going out and coming in to board the passengers. Daddy and Bro were discussing about the Navigators, Air stewardess/stewards, Pilots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of their conversation, I butt in, saying :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;" I want to be a pilot!! :] " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can fly the big damn thing and GOOD PAY and and, be the first female pilot ( aside from those in europe ) but, big responsibility and you have to be good in kinematics/resultant velocity. basically CALCULUS. =_=" ew. calculus. damn maths, and have to be patient and and know your geography. so in the end, i'm like nah. ):  I dont take geography. neither am I REALLY that patient as well as, I suck in calculus. Booo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were also talking about what jobs we can take. I want to be a lawyer but I'm not good at arguing so.. OUT.  I wanted to be a doctor but, you have to take 3 pure sciences and I already took 3 pure sciences before and boy, I don't know if I can still manage and survive. I'll reconsider. Then I want to be a psychiatrist, because, psychology sounds fun but, imagine, while you are treating a patient, all of the sudden, that patient wakes up and stab you. o__o okay, not all but you know, how scary it can be. scary poop. plus, hello, you're dealing with mentally unstable people. looks normal in the outside but in the head : you never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;Engineering seems like it's basically for guys. I don't know. I'm not interested in engineering unless it's going to be fun which I'm not really that sure of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i'm gonna be off to watch :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;BOYS OVER FLOWERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EPISODE 9 SUBBED IS OUT. YAYIEE.&lt;br /&gt;so is 10. i bet. 8D &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woot woot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4078311081165683367-5995386924920123363?l=2he-arts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4078311081165683367/posts/default/5995386924920123363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4078311081165683367/posts/default/5995386924920123363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2he-arts.blogspot.com/2009/02/eight.html' title='eight'/><author><name>anonymous</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4078311081165683367.post-9006217673737905581</id><published>2009-02-01T16:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T20:02:09.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm sick&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hell&lt;/span&gt; with it.&lt;br /&gt;I just woke up from my nap.&lt;br /&gt;but, to no avail, i still feel sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;100 TRUTHS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;001. Name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ Serene C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;002. Nickname(s)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ Rene, Yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;003. Zodiac sign &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ Gemini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;004. Male or female&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ Female d'oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;005. Primary School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ SAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;006. Secondary School &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ SAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;007. High School &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ PTEK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;008. Hair color &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ Black. ;~; ( missed my dark brown, bronze highlighted hair ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;009. Long or short &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ Armpit-length. Medium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;010. Loud or Quiet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ Depends on the group I hang out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;011. Sweats or Jeans &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ Jeans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;012. Phone or Camera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ BOTH. :)  But I don't own a camera sooo, phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;013. Health freak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ No. just a bit, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;014. Drink or Smoke? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ Drink occasionally. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;015. Do you have a crush on someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ Uh, that's for you to find out. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;016. Eat or Drink &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ BOTH. But full from foods is better than bloated from drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;017. Piercings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ 3 left, 3 right ( lobe piercing ) . I'm thinking of getting &lt;span style=""&gt;Cartilage pierce. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;018. Tattoos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ Maybe one when I feel like it. 8D~  A STAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;019. Been in an airplane &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ Yesss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;020. Been in a relationship &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ Uh-huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;021. Been in a car accident &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ Noo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;022. Been in a fist fight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ Erm, does fist fight with my brother counts? (A)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;FIRSTS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;023. First piercing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ 5 years old. or was it 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;024. First best friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ Michelle; Chelley shell. &lt;3 style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;025. First award &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ Sports award in running, primary 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;028. First big vacation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ When I was 3~4. I went to more than 5 places at a go. :)  Hongkong, Singapore, Malaysia, Philippines, Indonesia, Thailand, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;LASTS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;029. Last person you talked to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ My dad. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;030. Last person you texted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ My brooooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;031. Last person you watched a movie with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ Hm. H, T, Y, M, J1, J2, F, K, S1 and S2.&lt;br /&gt;[ names in short-form to prevent their identity ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;032. Last food you ate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ Medicine. Okay foooood- Erm, spaghetti and chicken wing. +_+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;033. Last movie you watched &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ Ipman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;034. Last song you listened to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ Good Charlotte - We believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;035. Last thing you bought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ Bread. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;036. Last person you hugged &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ I don't remember. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;FAVES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;037. Food &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ Ice-cream. Chocolate. Curry chicken. Spaghetti. Burger. Sushi. Omg, just basically everything I will stuff it in my mouth and my stomach feels satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;038. Drinks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ F&amp;amp;N Root beer, 100plus, F&amp;amp;N Miranda, Float, Milo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;039. Clothing brand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ Chloè, Chanel, Dolce &amp;amp; Gabbana, Sab55/Sab&amp;amp;Sue, Billabong, American Eagle, Hollister, Levis, and more.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;040. Flower &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ ANY. [:  I don't really fancy flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;042. Colors &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ Pink, Black, Baby Blue, Yellow, ALL THE COLOURS RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;043. Movies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ Eh. :)  Iono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;044. Subjects &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ Maths. English. Biology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check all that apply,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;In 2008, I....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;045. [ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;x &lt;/span&gt;] kissed someone&lt;br /&gt;046. [ o ] celebrated Halloween&lt;br /&gt;047. [ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt; ] had your heart broken&lt;br /&gt;048. [ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;x &lt;/span&gt;] went over the minutes/texts on your cell phone&lt;br /&gt;049. [ o ] someone questioned your sexual orientation&lt;br /&gt;050. [ o ] came out of the closet&lt;br /&gt;051. [ o ] gotten pregnant&lt;br /&gt;052. [ o ] had an abortion&lt;br /&gt;053. [ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;x &lt;/span&gt;] done something you've regretted&lt;br /&gt;054. [ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt; ] broke a promise&lt;br /&gt;055. [ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt; ] hid a secret&lt;br /&gt;056. [ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;x &lt;/span&gt;] pretended to be happy&lt;br /&gt;057. [  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;x &lt;/span&gt;] met someone who changed your life&lt;br /&gt;058. [ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt; ] pretended to be sick&lt;br /&gt;059. [ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;x &lt;/span&gt;] left the country&lt;br /&gt;060. [ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt; ] tried something you normally wouldn't try and liked it&lt;br /&gt;061. [ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;x &lt;/span&gt;] cried over the silliest thing&lt;br /&gt;062. [ o ] ran a mile&lt;br /&gt;063. [ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt; ] went to the beach with your best friend(s)&lt;br /&gt;064. [ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt; ] got into an argument with your friends&lt;br /&gt;065. [ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;x &lt;/span&gt;] hated someone (or, strongly dislike as far as you can without hating)&lt;br /&gt;066. [ o&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ] stayed single the whole year (!! :])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;CURRENTLY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 067. Eating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;068. Drinking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ Plain water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;069. I'm about to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ Go on MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;070. Listening to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ Needs by Omarion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;071. Plans for today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ Straighten my hair; get enough sleep for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;072. Waiting for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ Mom to come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOUR FUTURE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;073. Want kids?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ Suree. why not? :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;074. Want to get married? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ HAHAA. D'oh. I don't want to be a spinster okay. Oh the loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;075. Careers in mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ Not sure. Psychiatrist? Chemical Engineer? Doctor? No idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;083. Lost glasses/contacts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ Nope. Still have it with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;084. Snuck out of your house &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ Er, without my dad's consent but my mum's then yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;085. Held a gun/knife for self defense? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ Noooo O_O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;086. Killed somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ Helllll no~ ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;087. Broken someone's heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ Myeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;088. Been arrested &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ Tsk. I'm not a robber/thief. ;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;089. Cried when someone died &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ Yes. my aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;090. Yourself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ No... not really. I always have doubts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;091. Miracles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ Sometimes. I'm fascinated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;092. Love at first sight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ Lust at first sight. HAHA. Okay, infatuation in first sight, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;093. Heaven &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ Chyeahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;094. Santa Claus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ Erm, no. I used to, silly meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;095. Sex on the first date &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ Lol. One night stand? NO THANK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;096. Kiss on the first date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ That is a maybeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;097. Is there one person you want to be with right now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ Yeah. I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;098. Are you seriously happy with where you are in life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ I guess so but, right at this moment, no. I'm stuffed up with things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;099. Do you believe in God &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ Absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;100. Post as 100 truths and tag 10 people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ TAG, YOU'RE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4078311081165683367-9006217673737905581?l=2he-arts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4078311081165683367/posts/default/9006217673737905581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4078311081165683367/posts/default/9006217673737905581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2he-arts.blogspot.com/2009/02/seven.html' title='seven'/><author><name>anonymous</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4078311081165683367.post-1579981627615877152</id><published>2009-02-01T12:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T13:23:18.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>six</title><content type='html'>I'm stuck thinking what subjects I want to take during my Year 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's either. Psychology, Sociology, Chemistry, or Accounting.&lt;br /&gt;Biology is definitely out. According to majority'd said, it's the hardest science subject and I don't want to die. Though biology sounds fun. Much, much fun than chemistry or physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm, for sure, taking G.P English, Maths ( Additional Maths ) and Physics.&lt;br /&gt;Argh. I have a whole day today to think before I go for the interview tomorrow. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I wanted to go to the interview just yesterday but, it was late.&lt;br /&gt;My dad was sick so he couldn't wake up in the morning. By the time, it was afternoon. My mom had a call from home back in Malaysia saying my uncle is in the brink of going. So she had to booked the ticket and such. We can't go because my brother has school and I have an interview to attend. plus my dad is busy. so booking the ticket and so on, results in no time for my interview. The interview in the afternoon opens from 1:30-3:30. 2hours. what more, they are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt; students. I have to go early next time. Oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NO PICTURES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't feel like taking; having too much fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday yesterday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30/1/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends came over to my place to crash. :)&lt;br /&gt;Played DDR, Mahjong, Cards ( Big 2, blackjack, bullshit, and some weird game ), then we proceed to eat and DRINK. Bacardi ( 38% of alcohol and we're not drunk but maybe a bit of being tipsy ). Some drank beer. Blahblahblah, talk and share about what we want to be in the future. basically it was like a reunion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the latest, everyone was here was 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;cause they'd to go school to get their G.C.E O's results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31/1/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought my parents will be going to somewhere for dinner but turns out it was cancelled at the end. ( my mom is going back to m'sia~ ) AND! I forgot my friends were waiting for me since 7am in school. Omg. I felt bad; they were angry. sort of. but, i'd my reasons. So i couldn't go out until 1pm. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SORRY GUYS IF YOU'RE READING THIS. I KNOW YOU DO BUT W/E&lt;/span&gt;.  However, I got the things done for the interview yesterday when I met up with my friend, X. We proceeded to Mall after we got the principal to sign the application form. H, B and T was still there karaoke-ing in the arcade. Me and X went to play this step-on-the-red-button-game. It was fun. Lots of tickets won. We even continued playing once the trio went home.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later, we went back to X's house and, talked about everything.&lt;br /&gt;Played some online games. Played cards ( speed ) and just well, talked about our upcoming school stuffs. Gosh. ;_;  I'm going to hate the school's uniform. Black, Brown and Purple!? YUCK.&lt;br /&gt;well for skirt. checkered skirt. Hope, hope, they changed it. since it's a new school. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chyeahh, no freedom on wearing what we want. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pfft&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So I stayed there until 1am. ._. Cause my brother was out too and he told my dad he'll be going home at 12am. Rawrr. X was asking me to sleepover but nah, I didn't bought any clothes, toothbrush, etc. It'd be bother because I stayed in her house till 1am MORNING. Her mother hasn't even slept yet. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whooo, interview tomorrow. hope it would be a successssss~&lt;br /&gt;It'd better. @__@; FA LA LA LA. BYEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;I need to fold the clothes, make food and so forth since my mom is overseas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4078311081165683367-1579981627615877152?l=2he-arts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4078311081165683367/posts/default/1579981627615877152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4078311081165683367/posts/default/1579981627615877152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2he-arts.blogspot.com/2009/02/six.html' title='six'/><author><name>anonymous</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4078311081165683367.post-6424993050882273767</id><published>2009-01-30T10:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T11:09:43.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>five</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;abcdefghijk&lt;/span&gt;love&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a terrible headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;terrible, terrible, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;terrible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was called to wake up at 7+ AM, just to dye back my highlighted hair back to black.&lt;br /&gt;To my dismay. it turns out into a failure. It turned brown instead. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;well the top visible part, of course.&lt;br /&gt;Blah. Now i have to dye it black one more time. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hell&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.___. i hope my hair survives this battle.&lt;br /&gt;AND DONT GET DAMAGED BY THE CHEMICALS. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought after the whole dying-my-hair-session is over. I can go back to my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;but, no. it seems like, i wouldn't get it until late midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend's are coming over to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;partaaay&lt;/span&gt;! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i43.tinypic.com/inh502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 367px;" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/inh502.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;KIMBUM IS DEFINITELY AN EYE-CANDY &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No, he doesn't smoke.&lt;br /&gt;Photoshoot, yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gosh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My favourite actor, okay :3&lt;br /&gt;-fangirling screams-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;OHNOEZXCZX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;FANGIRLS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tsk&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so what&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Let a girl dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;꽃보다 남자&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i43.tinypic.com/11boq5h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 155px;" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/11boq5h.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;the series may not be the best of the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;but i totally enjoy watching it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and i'm craving for more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mooore&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about this girl where her parents owns a dry-cleaner shop.&lt;br /&gt;One day, she was on a delivery to this instituition.&lt;br /&gt;An instituition where only the rich and the smartest stays.&lt;br /&gt;University, in other words.&lt;br /&gt;Back on track : During that moment, there was an incident that broke out.&lt;br /&gt;The guy whom she will be delivering the clothes to, was going to commit suicide because he was caught getting the red F4 Card, stuck to his locker.&lt;br /&gt;( F4 card means, getting beaten up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bloodily &lt;/span&gt;bad by the students. basically, leading you to death. messed up, i know. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F4 is a group. it consist of 4 guys. ( duh! ) and those 4 guys are from the picture above.&lt;br /&gt;-points points-&lt;br /&gt;The leader is the one with curly hair, namely JunPyo. He is the heir. meaning, he owns that instituition called ShinHwa or you could say he's part of the important person of that instituition. He's rich, obviously. Stubborn and spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;The brown-headed is JiHoo. He lost his parents during a car-crash. Quiet, but caring.&lt;br /&gt;The one on the left-left is WooBin and the one on the right of WooBin is YiJeong. Both players but damn cuties. 8]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl is JanDi, the dry-cleaner's daughter. She's the main. :)&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious and pretty! I adore her flawless skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So JanDi saw that the guy wanted to commit suicide, so she ran up to the rooftop and save that dude with her witty comments. ( You should watch it yourself; I'm bad at explaining. ) He still jump but was saved by her sudden reflex action. hahaha. From there, she was called WonderWoman for saving that dude. She's on headlines too.&lt;br /&gt;Later, she was called to go to this instituition for her good deed. It was also because of the locals who protest saying it's unfair that the rich and smartest can get to study there. how about the poor but smartest? so yeap and that's how the story begins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got bullied so many times but she's patient enough to not give in.&lt;br /&gt;I pity her in the first few episodes. It's like I want to slap those students. Rawr!&lt;br /&gt;Don't you mess with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS.&lt;br /&gt;why did they bully her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the leader wants to play with the girl.&lt;br /&gt;out of ordinary,&lt;br /&gt;the leader secretly falls for her.&lt;br /&gt;but the girl likes his best pal.&lt;br /&gt;however, the best pal loves his first love.&lt;br /&gt;he can't forget about her.&lt;br /&gt;but, he does like the girl.&lt;br /&gt;slowly.&lt;br /&gt;too late, in the end.&lt;br /&gt;girl realizes something.&lt;br /&gt;girl likes the leader.&lt;br /&gt;leader likes the girl.&lt;br /&gt;best pal gets heartbroken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yadda, yadda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;NOW. I'm waiting for episode 9 subbed. sad though, i have got to wait for monday to come!&lt;br /&gt;2 days : monday and tuesday is where they showcast the series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, i'll stop here.&lt;br /&gt;Toooodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;edit :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OH RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to those who got Straight A(S) for all subjects for 'O' Levels! ;3&lt;br /&gt;8-9 subjects mans. crazy. but, you know who you're. proud of you guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4078311081165683367-6424993050882273767?l=2he-arts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4078311081165683367/posts/default/6424993050882273767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4078311081165683367/posts/default/6424993050882273767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2he-arts.blogspot.com/2009/01/five.html' title='five'/><author><name>anonymous</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://i43.tinypic.com/inh502_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4078311081165683367.post-1258402587992069479</id><published>2009-01-29T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T23:07:54.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>four</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aSywjMgFtw/SYG9a36g8yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/_hWtGVvuzIQ/s1600-h/onee1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 158px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3aSywjMgFtw/SYG9a36g8yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/_hWtGVvuzIQ/s320/onee1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296722906148041506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HERE IT ISSSS!&lt;br /&gt;THE . .&lt;br /&gt;RED&lt;br /&gt;SHOES&lt;br /&gt;8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm frustrated. Stupid upcoming interview.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have to prepare myself. My gawd.&lt;br /&gt;I had enough of Oral test and now they're giving me more? wth. ;__;&lt;br /&gt;luckily, the interview is in english language. if not, I'm gonna murder the examiners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However.&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, right now, I've to pick what subjects I want to take in form six.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.&lt;br /&gt;THE STRESSSSS and here I thought I can relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ergh.&lt;br /&gt;Somemore, we have to take pictures ( in passport-style ) which also means, i have to dye my hair black again. To hell with it, I highlighted my hair for nothing then. Gosh. I'm just gonna dye it to intense dark brown and highlight again when it's close to the starting of the new school in march.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basket. Pissed off okay. my hair's going to be spoilt soon. ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll do my eyebrows soon too.&lt;br /&gt;It's getting ugly and out of place. Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Sigh. I know.&lt;br /&gt;but, I'm bored just like that. one more month. ONE MORE.&lt;br /&gt;if the interview is successful, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teeheeee.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till tomorrow though!&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol here we come!! Oh yes. I'm gonna get drunk tomorrow and have a huge hangover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4078311081165683367-1258402587992069479?l=2he-arts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4078311081165683367/posts/default/1258402587992069479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4078311081165683367/posts/default/1258402587992069479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2he-arts.blogspot.com/2009/01/four.html' title='four'/><author><name>anonymous</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/_3aSywjMgFtw/SYG9a36g8yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/_hWtGVvuzIQ/s72-c/onee1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4078311081165683367.post-5328165581079714100</id><published>2009-01-29T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T23:10:59.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two</title><content type='html'>OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's out.&lt;br /&gt;It's out.&lt;br /&gt;It's out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;._____.&lt;br /&gt;-breathes in and out-&lt;br /&gt;I... I don't know if I can take it.&lt;br /&gt;Just, just now i was complaining about it and now it's out?!&lt;br /&gt;DEJAVU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd. I'm, no doubt scared.&lt;br /&gt;AHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4078311081165683367-5328165581079714100?l=2he-arts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4078311081165683367/posts/default/5328165581079714100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4078311081165683367/posts/default/5328165581079714100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2he-arts.blogspot.com/2009/01/two.html' title='Two'/><author><name>anonymous</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4078311081165683367.post-6442060318886263228</id><published>2009-01-29T16:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T19:33:22.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One</title><content type='html'>I seriously want to hunt down the government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results.&lt;br /&gt;are.&lt;br /&gt;NOT.&lt;br /&gt;out.&lt;br /&gt;yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you bet. I've been waiting for it since a week ago. ( after it's out from UK )&lt;br /&gt;And, they drag on and on! Although, i do admit, i'm worried about my results&lt;br /&gt;but this is just too long. Guess, i shall just enjoy the remaining days then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese new year this year is kind of depressing.&lt;br /&gt;Most of my friends are not around, either they're overseas already for studies or they went back to their hometown. Sigh. And i don't do much visiting this year. Eh, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday. I'm off again to SHOE-SPREE. 8D&lt;br /&gt;but noo, they don't have the heels i want. but i did bought one pair of kicks though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pictures cos' blogger is being a TOOT right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt;. AND.&lt;br /&gt;do you know. i'm going back to school on march.&lt;br /&gt;if i don't flunk my papers and that, i don't have to re-sit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT WHAAAT?!&lt;br /&gt;M - A - R - C - H .&lt;br /&gt;hear me out. Another one bloody month to rot at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. i. need. to. do. something. productive.&lt;br /&gt;like. NOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4078311081165683367-6442060318886263228?l=2he-arts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4078311081165683367/posts/default/6442060318886263228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4078311081165683367/posts/default/6442060318886263228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2he-arts.blogspot.com/2009/01/one.html' title='One'/><author><name>anonymous</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></entry></feed>
