<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798</id><updated>2009-10-13T10:33:43.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>elephants have bigger brains than men</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-8460536217684787315</id><published>2007-03-17T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T22:56:23.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BYEBYE BLOGSPOT.</title><content type='html'>attention : i've relocated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://muddyredheels.livejournal.com"&gt;http://muddyredheels.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks and byebye! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-8460536217684787315?l=twichild.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/8460536217684787315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=8460536217684787315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/8460536217684787315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/8460536217684787315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2007/03/byebye-blogspot.html' title='BYEBYE BLOGSPOT.'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10844085927838190725'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-4535336545399771082</id><published>2007-03-11T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T22:25:32.284+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=':)'/><title type='text'>SO PURREEETY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RfQLqoh7JII/AAAAAAAAAHI/_WdGbvQQErM/s1600-h/P1040807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RfQLqoh7JII/AAAAAAAAAHI/_WdGbvQQErM/s400/P1040807.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040666709996545154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RfQLq4h7JJI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/8og2QkSTp4k/s1600-h/P1040810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RfQLq4h7JJI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/8og2QkSTp4k/s400/P1040810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040666714291512466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My bed is so bright and pink and girly and cheery, hahahhah so nice!&lt;br /&gt;Open houses have been fun, I love nus for its friendly people/nice campus/JC-ish feel but the talk was boring and not informative so maybe smu's better plus its so convenient and near town and the speakers spoke well; it was all extremely impressive. But for some reason or another, people at smu don't appear as fun and closely knitted and no school spirit/ sense of belonging that nus seems to boast of. Oookay so the past few week we went to the IT fair, got a new maid and one less dog, played squash, played tennis, bought an mp4player, surprised rodricks, yoga-ed, walked alot alot alot, listened to you sing alot alot alot ): hahaha, looked at dogs and cats and rabbits and hammies at spca,  tried to get a job but am still jobless, and other stuff in between which I cant recall now. :) Okay dvd time, laaaaaaters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; a happy wappy sexy wexy birthday to the march babies!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-4535336545399771082?l=twichild.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/4535336545399771082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=4535336545399771082&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/4535336545399771082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/4535336545399771082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-purreeety.html' title='SO PURREEETY!'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10844085927838190725'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RfQLqoh7JII/AAAAAAAAAHI/_WdGbvQQErM/s72-c/P1040807.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-1352266910256725115</id><published>2007-02-26T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T23:20:16.400+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='squash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='results'/><title type='text'>A long long updateeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/ReLaTaH5x3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/TNql-DW2Pdc/s1600-h/P1040799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/ReLaTaH5x3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/TNql-DW2Pdc/s320/P1040799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035827360318474098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/ReLaTqH5x4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/7NXe3OrAzPQ/s1600-h/collage8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/ReLaTqH5x4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/7NXe3OrAzPQ/s320/collage8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035827364613441410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/ReLbjqH5x5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/sv7-2lAuTcY/s1600-h/P1040763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/ReLbjqH5x5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/sv7-2lAuTcY/s200/P1040763.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035828739002976146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;daddy and mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/ReLbj6H5x6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/ne33Or0gYos/s1600-h/P1040766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/ReLbj6H5x6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/ne33Or0gYos/s200/P1040766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035828743297943458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us without the sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/ReLbkKH5x7I/AAAAAAAAAFk/31v3UDVwFPc/s1600-h/P1040768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/ReLbkKH5x7I/AAAAAAAAAFk/31v3UDVwFPc/s200/P1040768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035828747592910770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/ReLbkaH5x8I/AAAAAAAAAFs/4tyIuvK4nW4/s1600-h/P1040800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/ReLbkaH5x8I/AAAAAAAAAFs/4tyIuvK4nW4/s200/P1040800.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035828751887878082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/ReLbkaH5x9I/AAAAAAAAAF0/YA0oPSidbeY/s1600-h/P1040802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/ReLbkaH5x9I/AAAAAAAAAF0/YA0oPSidbeY/s200/P1040802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035828751887878098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/ReLm56H5x-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/A3vxezoQaFA/s1600-h/P1040806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/ReLm56H5x-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/A3vxezoQaFA/s200/P1040806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035841215882971106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Chinese New Year&lt;/span&gt; felt different this year. I accrue it to every day feeling like a holiday, unlike the past years with cny being right smack in the middle of the first school term so then, cny felt like a happy break from school. But no longerrrrr. I like open-houses the most, they're the most fun and I get the most red packets. I l0ve how the house is filled with so much activity (all the shuffling of mahjong tiles) and ongoing conversations about your daughter and my son yada yada. We had our usual 3 tables of MJ and 1 for the card players. &amp;&amp;amp;&amp;! My luck has been reaaaaaally good, like reallllllly omgicantbelieveit kinda good, ive won a fair bit so far &amp;amp; there will be 2 more gambling sessions to go! heh heh. I need to save some luck for Friday though, cause that’s (officially) when results will be out. I’ve been hearing so much of “Mich I think results are coming out this week” but they have always turned out to be false alarms. Now, it’s comfirmed-plus-chop since it’s stated boldly &amp; clearly at the SEAB website. I was wondering what SEAB stood for when I woke up to Shawn’s text message, like &lt;st1:place&gt;South East Asia&lt;/st1:place&gt;-Something? Sometimes I think I belong in a kampong and rear cows(?) &amp;amp; chickens. But I googled it and found out it’s Singapore Examinations and Assessment Board so yeah it’s this Friday &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for real&lt;/span&gt;. I’m damn excited. Okay who am I kidding, I’m worried as hell especially after that awful nightmare a few days back. I hope part of Dumdum’s dream will come true but I thought to myself today, what audacity to harbour hope for good grades when I almost gave up halfway? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyways I’ve been seeing so many babies this cny and I especially adore my cousin’s daughter (I refuse to be called Aunty Michelle)- omgz she has the hugest and clearest peepers and her baby-doll prettiness makes me wanna squish her! HHAHA And there's this other cousin who is so humsum, he's gonna be an absolutely scrumptious looking aunty-killer when he grows up. I can’t wait to have my own babies, I prefer girls cause it'll be so fun to tie their hair and dress em in frocks with the big balloony skirts &amp; cute puffy sleeves. How exciting can playing with tiny Ferraris and Lamborghinis, &amp;amp; noisy choochootrains be right. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/ReLowaH5yAI/AAAAAAAAAGM/kLOUpS8AlpM/s1600-h/P1040793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/ReLowaH5yAI/AAAAAAAAAGM/kLOUpS8AlpM/s200/P1040793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035843251697469442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/ReLov6H5x_I/AAAAAAAAAGE/sR71_IKDDjQ/s1600-h/P1040796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/ReLov6H5x_I/AAAAAAAAAGE/sR71_IKDDjQ/s200/P1040796.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035843243107534834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/ReLow6H5yBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/MRwfZQeUQdw/s1600-h/P1040794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/ReLow6H5yBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/MRwfZQeUQdw/s200/P1040794.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035843260287404050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Posing with.. the red car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I bought a squash racket+ball today &amp; I couldn’t wait to play, literally. So I took down the painting in my sister’s room and played there. Hahah I’m starting to quite like squash though I’m still a lousy lousy noob. Squash over tennis anytime cause the ball always ricochets off the wall so that makes it a whole lot easier and we look less loser-ish, unlike tennis whereby half the time is spent picking up balls we miss. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think housewifey-ness is slowly weaving into the fabric of my daily life; I’ve been quite the domesticated girl for most of the past few days, like I’d rather stay home and do nothing rather than go out. I've even become unforgiving of clutter and I like mopping the floor and polishing the car. Ee how mumsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh &amp; a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;highlight&lt;/span&gt;! Daddy gave me driving lessons at our estate recently, &amp; even though I’m slightly embarrassed bout how my hands got ice-cold &amp;amp; I kept laughing out of fear, no major accidents except for an (alarming) knock against the curb. &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yay hooray I'm mightily proud of myself &amp;amp; I can’t wait to take all my tests now. Maybe it’s that sexy masculinity that female drivers have that drives (pun intended) me. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;HA HA okaaaay bye all &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-1352266910256725115?l=twichild.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/1352266910256725115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=1352266910256725115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/1352266910256725115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/1352266910256725115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2007/02/long-long-updateeee.html' title='A long long updateeee'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10844085927838190725'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/ReLaTaH5x3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/TNql-DW2Pdc/s72-c/P1040799.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-8878412346604593774</id><published>2007-02-24T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T00:02:50.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rules: Bold the following that are true about you, italicize things you wish were true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss somebody right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I don't watch much TV these days. (I watch too much!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love olives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I own lots of books.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wear glasses or contact lenses.&lt;br /&gt;I love to play video games.&lt;br /&gt;I've tried marijuana.&lt;br /&gt;I've watched porn movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have been in a threesome! (JUST KIDDING :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I believe that honesty usually is the best policy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I curse sometimes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have changed a lot mentally over the last year.&lt;br /&gt;I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I'm TOTALLY not smart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've broken someone's bones.&lt;br /&gt;I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love the rain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm paranoid at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free. (Ha ha, wouldn't you!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need money right now.&lt;br /&gt;I love sushi.&lt;br /&gt;I talk really, really fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I have fresh breath in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have long hair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost money in Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have at least one sibling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was born in a country outside of the U.S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I have worn fake hair / fingernails / eyelashes in the past.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I couldn't survive without Caller I.D. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like the way that I look. (only half the time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I have lied to a good friend in the last 6 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how to cornrow.&lt;br /&gt;I am usually pessimistic&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;I think prostitution should be legalized. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(pui)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think Britney Spears is pretty. (She used to be!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept with a suitemate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have a hidden talent. (I'd like to think so :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have. (My hyperness comes in spurts)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I am currently single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have pecked someone of the same sex. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I enjoy talking on the phone. (That depends on to whom)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE TO SHOP. (ohemgee but of course)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enjoy window shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would rather shop than eat. (Killing two birds with one stone, heehaw)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would classify myself as ghetto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have worn a sweater tied around my shoulders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm obsessed with my Xanga or Livejournal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't hate anyone. I dislike them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm a pretty good dancer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(but I've got a signature dance mooooove)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in (a) God.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I watch MTV on a daily basis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've rejected someone before. :/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I like someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want to have children in the future. (!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have changed a diaper before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've called the cops on a friend before.&lt;br /&gt;I am a member of the Tom Green fan club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm not allergic to anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a lot to learn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been with someone at least 10 years older or younger.&lt;br /&gt;I am shy around the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;I'm online 24/7, even as an away message.&lt;br /&gt;I have at least 5 away messages saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have tried alcohol/&lt;strike&gt;drugs &lt;/strike&gt;before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made a move on a friend's significant other or crush in the past.&lt;br /&gt;I own the "South Park" movie.&lt;br /&gt;I have avoided assignments at work / school to be on Xanga or Livejournal&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid I played "the birds and the bees" with a neighbor or chum. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I am kamponggal, what game is THAT?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy some country music.&lt;br /&gt;I would die for my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(No waaaaay)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch soap operas whenever I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm obsessive, and often a perfectionist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have used my sexuality to advance my career.&lt;br /&gt;I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all.&lt;br /&gt;I know all the words to Slick Rick's "Children's Story".&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have dated a close friend's ex.&lt;br /&gt;I like surveys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am happy at this moment. (&amp; bored)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm obsessed with guys.&lt;br /&gt;Democrat.&lt;br /&gt;Conservative Republican.&lt;br /&gt;I am punk rockish.&lt;br /&gt;I am preppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I go for older guys/girls, not younger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;I can work on a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love my job.&lt;/span&gt; (JOBLESS!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am comfortable with who I am right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have more than just my ears pierced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk barefoot wherever I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have jumped off a bridge. (&amp; still can't believe I did)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love sea turtles.&lt;br /&gt;I spend ridiculous amounts of money on makeup.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in prophetic dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plan on achieving a major goal/dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm proficient on a musical instrument. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked at McDonald's restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hate office jobs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love sci-fi movies.&lt;br /&gt;I think water rules. (?)&lt;br /&gt;I went to college out of state.&lt;br /&gt;I am adopted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I like sausage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a pyro.&lt;br /&gt;I love the Red Sox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I have thrown up from crying too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been intentionally hurt by people that I loved.&lt;br /&gt;I love kisses.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fall for the worst people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I adore &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bright&lt;/span&gt; colors. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Dear Abby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I can't live without black eyeliner.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think school is awesome.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think pigtails serve a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I don't know why the hell I just did this stupid thing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually like covers better than originals.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like multi-textured ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;I think John Cusack is adorable. (he has an old-man charm but no not quite adorable)&lt;br /&gt;I f**king hate chain theme restaurants like Applebees and TGIFridays&lt;br /&gt;I watch Food Network way too much.&lt;br /&gt;I love coaching youth sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can pick up things with my toes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't whistle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can move my tongue in waves, much like a snakes slither. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have ridden/owned a horse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I still have every journal I've ever written in.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't stick to a diet. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;I talk in my sleep. (Used to)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've often thought that I was born in the wrong century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climbing trees is a brilliant past-time.&lt;br /&gt;I have jazz in my blood.&lt;br /&gt;I would not be friends if they weren't family.&lt;br /&gt;I wear a toe ring.&lt;br /&gt;I have a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;I love vaginas. (?!)&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand at LEAST one person that I work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I am a caffeine junkie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know who Santos L. Halper is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I read trashy romance novels&lt;/span&gt; and I am ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;I love wrestling.&lt;br /&gt;I am completely tree-huggy spiritual, and I'm not ashamed at all.&lt;br /&gt;If I knew I would get away with it, I would commit at least one murder.&lt;br /&gt;I cosplay or know what cosplaying is.&lt;br /&gt;I have been to over 15 conventions.&lt;br /&gt;I will collect anything, and the more nonsensical, the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I enjoy a nice glass of wine with dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an artist.&lt;br /&gt;I have a goal to collect every Johnny Depp movie ever made.&lt;br /&gt;I have an unhealthy Taco Bell obsession.&lt;br /&gt;I have had a crush on a cartoon character when I was a kid.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I have spent more on anime and manga than many spend on computers or other high end products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I only clean my room when neccesary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have pointy-ended ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I LOVE korean dramas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-8878412346604593774?l=twichild.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/8878412346604593774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=8878412346604593774&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/8878412346604593774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/8878412346604593774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2007/02/rules-bold-following-that-are-true.html' title=''/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10844085927838190725'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-143356009626576746</id><published>2007-02-12T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T07:36:43.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FWB no more; now we're OT! Heehaw</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdClbmcramI/AAAAAAAAAEk/XDX-WPQ6wh8/s1600-h/P1040692-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdClbmcramI/AAAAAAAAAEk/XDX-WPQ6wh8/s200/P1040692-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030702677368728162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdCcZWcraZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/oGVJKujKZa4/s1600-h/P1040658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdCcZWcraZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/oGVJKujKZa4/s200/P1040658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030692743109372306" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdCZUGcraNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NmNiOgpoJPI/s1600-h/P1040657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdCZUGcraNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NmNiOgpoJPI/s200/P1040657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030689354380175570" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surprise get-together couldn't &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdCcZ2cracI/AAAAAAAAACM/wpQw62WeO0o/s1600-h/P1040686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdCcZ2cracI/AAAAAAAAACM/wpQw62WeO0o/s200/P1040686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030692751699306946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdClbmcranI/AAAAAAAAAEs/eD6LSgJ1Nhs/s1600-h/P1040685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdClbmcranI/AAAAAAAAAEs/eD6LSgJ1Nhs/s200/P1040685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030702677368728178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdCcZmcraaI/AAAAAAAAAB8/3MILRnIIKyQ/s1600-h/P1040669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdCcZmcraaI/AAAAAAAAAB8/3MILRnIIKyQ/s200/P1040669.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030692747404339618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;have been more successful :) The 10000000 text messages/ phone calls/ shopping for moustaches, magic relighting candles, a shaver &amp; a party hat/ keeping it a secret even though I itch to tell you every time we talk on the phone, were worth itttt. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdCcZ2cradI/AAAAAAAAACU/JCIlY_wwvI0/s1600-h/P1040687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdCcZ2cradI/AAAAAAAAACU/JCIlY_wwvI0/s200/P1040687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030692751699306962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdCcZmcrabI/AAAAAAAAACE/71tF6VEH95I/s1600-h/P1040680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdCcZmcrabI/AAAAAAAAACE/71tF6VEH95I/s200/P1040680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030692747404339634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The team-tom boys were wonderfully cooperative &amp; helpful; we had an awesome time although the poor man-of-the-night had one too many drink treats &amp; one too many pissing trips. Hahaha&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdCZzWcraPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/gJXlfwquvhk/s1600-h/P1040696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdCZzWcraPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/gJXlfwquvhk/s200/P1040696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030689891251087602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdCZzGcraOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ynb5AqfkNWI/s1600-h/P1040695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdCZzGcraOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ynb5AqfkNWI/s200/P1040695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030689886956120290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Yanhao was the other man-of-the-night cause he was real gutsy to have given in to our persuasion to sing, AT INDOCHINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is OMG-Wowee-SingaporeIdol-material! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdCZzWcraQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bz11x3mBCh4/s1600-h/P1040697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdCZzWcraQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bz11x3mBCh4/s200/P1040697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030689891251087618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Steph &amp; I would have done our lovely duet, complete with actions, if not cause we were too shyyyy. Hahahah&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://bp2.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdCboWcraWI/AAAAAAAAABc/gEuAOZEjs2I/s1600-h/P1040673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdCboWcraWI/AAAAAAAAABc/gEuAOZEjs2I/s200/P1040673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030691901295782242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdCboGcraVI/AAAAAAAAABU/o5Bhqpu8CSM/s1600-h/P1040681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdCboGcraVI/AAAAAAAAABU/o5Bhqpu8CSM/s200/P1040681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030691897000814930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdCbomcraXI/AAAAAAAAABk/PNgYs4NtFjI/s1600-h/P1040676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdCbomcraXI/AAAAAAAAABk/PNgYs4NtFjI/s200/P1040676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030691905590749554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdCbomcraYI/AAAAAAAAABs/J2rPIAnFbas/s1600-h/P1040684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdCbomcraYI/AAAAAAAAABs/J2rPIAnFbas/s200/P1040684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030691905590749570" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I'm sorry for the dares, but they were hiliarious. :D My sporting birthday boy.&lt;br /&gt;Spent the night at Cashew Road- my first time, so yeah all the more exciting ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the next day got quite torturing for you cause we both know how I get overly excited when I see all these art&amp;craft thingums :) Speaking of which, I hope my first hand-sewn dress turns out nice &amp;amp; preeeetty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after 100 odd orders, my baking stint is over, meaning I'm once again jobless and restless ): It's weird how I prefer to busy myself with something, anything, cause the idea of being a sloth &amp; coach potato-ing's too boring and aimless. But of course all things have their up sides since that also meant allowing almost an entire day to be dedicated to you! :) Cooked two types of pasta together, which was fun albeit messy/smelly .  You can do all the cooking next time, since you smack my hand whenever I touch the pan :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hope you had a memorable &amp; special birthday though I'm really sorry bout having to squat so uncool-ly by the drain for so long, thanks to my made-in-china stylus. Kekeke (Keh keh keh) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy 20th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-143356009626576746?l=twichild.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/143356009626576746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=143356009626576746&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/143356009626576746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/143356009626576746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2007/02/fwb-no-more-now-were-ot-heehaw.html' title='FWB no more; now we&apos;re OT! Heehaw'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10844085927838190725'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdClbmcramI/AAAAAAAAAEk/XDX-WPQ6wh8/s72-c/P1040692-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-116816002321343973</id><published>2007-01-07T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T16:54:32.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet milo boy</title><content type='html'>Undoubtedly random, but I'd trade &lt;I&gt;anything&lt;/I&gt; to live here, well almost.;)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/dsc_81.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost and frantic during the early part of the night aside, last night equated to good fun with 12 others, almost incessant laughing fits, the stressful come-up-with-a-dance-move-for-12-counts-game etc, embarrassing (but abso haaaawtness okay! heh heh) dares/forfeits at this cosy little bar:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I used to roll my eyes 3 rounds whenever I overheard sales people acquiring pseudo accents when dealing with Caucasians, but I've come to realize how.. natural it is to actually do that! I talk a bit like an Indian sometimes, &amp; on other occasions, I speak funny &amp; my sentences sound smth like, "This one 79 dor-la!" or "This one no more size!" Ha ha ha i suppose this is all part of the fun of working as a salesgirl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-116816002321343973?l=twichild.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/116816002321343973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=116816002321343973&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116816002321343973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116816002321343973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2007/01/sweet-milo-boy.html' title='sweet milo boy'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10844085927838190725'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-116749461383001380</id><published>2006-12-30T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T23:53:24.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year, new dreams, new hopes</title><content type='html'>Picture update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/collage-7.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1040452.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/collage1-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1040425.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1040429.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1040432.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1040442.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1040443.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/collage2-3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1040460.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the pics are always hideously huge but being not too tech-savvy, I've no idea how to make them smaller, so. Ha ha. Anyhoo, hope everyone will have a gooooood '07. I've got tons of things I wanna learn, achieve, attain, possess, and what have you, next year! 1st Jan will unfortunately be spent working till late, ohwell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love to all.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep hearing You Make Me Wanna EVERRRYWHERE I go. It's such an emo love song, I don't like. On a side note, a certain someone being absent today made my day better, I'm starting to dislike &lt;I&gt;coughcough&lt;/I&gt; more &amp; more. &lt;I&gt;coughcough&lt;/I&gt; wears this long black face every day which I find incredibly repulsive and I think just about every one of us can only superficially connect with her, if that makes sense. Someone ought to teach her how to smile and relak in one corner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-116749461383001380?l=twichild.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/116749461383001380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=116749461383001380&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116749461383001380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116749461383001380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-year-new-dreams-new-hopes.html' title='new year, new dreams, new hopes'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10844085927838190725'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-116698397917947792</id><published>2006-12-25T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T02:24:06.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 days of Christmas</title><content type='html'>Work has been great despite the too-short-breaks and too-long-working-hours. My colleagues are thankfully young, nice and they make such a fun bunch to work with, I've had lots of lovely surprise visits that've never failed to make my days and the customers come from all over the world! Had zee BEST-EST CHRISTMAS EVE!:D Our yearly family christmas party was for some reason or another, filled with so much more love&lt;3 and joy this year; felt so incredibly.. blessed and fortunate when I hugged the grandparents, parents, the sister &amp; little cousins to wish them Merry Christmas. &amp; the young carollers contributed to the whole christmassy ambience, it was really wonderful. Got the most thoughtful cards and gifts and took pleeeeenty of photos to capture all our big smiles and happy faces. I love how wonderfully closely-knitted my family is, how we always get together for birthdays, other special days and sometimes even when there's nothing to celebrate except the love we have for one another. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-Christmasparty was spent with the usual suspects and it was a much needed catch up session, listened to Vic gush about a certain cutie she met during her backpacking trip, exchanged some of the many interesting things that've happened at our workplaces, and established a funny association with pears&amp;apples! Ha ha (inside joke). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually too much has been happening of late, and it'll be way too wordy if I went through everything, so that's all for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLESSED CHRISTMAS TO ALL!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I'm volunteering at a home (Lions Home for The Elderly at Toa Payoh Rise) Is anyone interested to join me? :) I got further inspired by the (cute) Korean boys who give free hugs along Orchard. Ha ha ha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-116698397917947792?l=twichild.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/116698397917947792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=116698397917947792&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116698397917947792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116698397917947792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/12/12-days-of-christmas.html' title='12 days of Christmas'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10844085927838190725'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-116644501296745200</id><published>2006-12-18T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T21:02:51.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Splish Splash</title><content type='html'>Looking for a job proved to be much easier &amp; faster than expected! Popped into the Tommy Hilfiger boutique at Raffles City, a short interview was conducted there&amp;then and tadahhh, HIRED! :D *BEAMSSS. I am honestly quite psyched up (I dont really know why when it's just being a sales girl ha ha), though the working hours are rather long &amp; that's nothing to get excited about. I'm crossing my fingers that the other part-timers are fun &amp; nice and I'll meet interesting people. :) I start work TOMORROW by the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked for hours at Pacific Coffee Company with Mister Fast-Paced (ha ha) &amp; it was refreshing to talk bout things both of us don't usually share with other friends. Realized how daily conversations with others usually revolve around more trivial issues, &amp; they usually start with "Hey how was your day?" or "Hey what're you doing?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I got drenched to the skin, my jeans got very wet&amp;heavy and I kept stepping on huge puddles of water that made my jeans wetter&amp;heavier, I actually enjoyed the walk home. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, laters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-116644501296745200?l=twichild.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/116644501296745200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=116644501296745200&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116644501296745200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116644501296745200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/12/splish-splash.html' title='Splish Splash'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10844085927838190725'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-116602352140840770</id><published>2006-12-13T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T23:36:10.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I &lt;3 Christmas!</title><content type='html'>The recital, Let It Snow, was really good although we did miss a good five songs cause I was late! ): Andrew did such an amazing job, and it was all very impressively put together. I admire him for having so much.. courage to do something (alone) this big, I can never do something like that, assuming I've got musical talent to boast of in the first place. To be honest, I felt quite proud of him.:) I believe he's one of my most mature/sensible/talented 18 year old friends! And it brought on all the AWWWs when he dedicated a song to his girlfriend; I wondered how it'd feel like to have someone playing the sax (or any musical instrument for that matter) for you in front of so many people. I'll just melt and fall maaadly in love with that fella, it'll be a bonus if he were hot &amp; insanely charming like JUDE LAW (THE HOLIDAY WAS REALLY GOOD BTW! A very.. feel-good show I felt, I was smiling to myself (though quite jealously ):) every time the couples hugged/ kissed/ said the sweetest things to each other HA HA HA) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/HOLIDAY.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/vvii.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night was rather interesting- plans for the night were all impromptu, and the company was a queer mix, but it was quite fun afterall, we spent most of it talking, exchanging stories &amp; waiting for a cab ha ha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the Christmas songs playing everywhere are putting me in such a jolly Christmassy mood! I remember going around town snapping pretttty photos of the lightings/deco in 05 &amp; I shall do that again this year :) Last year's Christmas was really quite awful, I'm hoping 06's will be muchmuch better. :D I love how everyone in the family makes use of the occasion to shower each other with presents and hugs and more ILOVEYOUs than usual. &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy &amp; Cali have been funnily-cute the past two days:&lt;br /&gt;Cali(holding her comb and searching her bag furiously): Where is my comb ah??? I think I lost my comb leh.&lt;br /&gt;Mich: Huh really oh no, are you sure? (then spots it in her hands)&lt;br /&gt;Cali, you're holding it.......&lt;br /&gt;Cali&amp;Mich: HAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;Cali: *proceeds to share her condensed milk story* LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: Eh mish (yeah he calls me miSH lol) how to use my phone camera? (It's a new phone)&lt;br /&gt;Mich: Oh just press this and this yadayada, DADDY LET'S TAKE A PHOTO TOGETHER!&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: HAR (looks at mirror) NO DONT WANT LA! Wah, you see my face, SO FAT! &lt;br /&gt;Mich: Omg hahahah daddy you're more vain than mommy and I&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: Eh but you see, (points at face pigmentation) not so dark already right, the cream's quite good know, must buy somemore. &lt;br /&gt;Mich: OMGGGG hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been swimming/Prison break-ing/reading/shopping/catching up with people I havent spoken to for too long. I can't wait for Monday; meeting Ser &amp; BT whom I havent met for a year plus! YAYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; finally some pictures:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1040399.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1040378.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1040379.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1040382.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1040386.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1040393.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1040403-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOKAAAAY GNIGHT!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-116602352140840770?l=twichild.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/116602352140840770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=116602352140840770&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116602352140840770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116602352140840770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-3-christmas.html' title='I &lt;3 Christmas!'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10844085927838190725'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-116558399300415901</id><published>2006-12-08T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T21:25:09.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So what is love?</title><content type='html'>Two days of Christmas shopping with mommydearest, night out with the bowlers, first time KBOX-ING (&amp; it was Ladies' Night! HA HA HA), went off-key and stopped halfway through songs too many times cause my Chinese has gone so rusty I'm so ashamed of myself! Ha ha, it was HILARIOUS how we knew the lyrics to choruses so well so it was like "mumblemumblemumble -pause- oh shit how to sing this part?!-mumblingcontinues,and suddenly Last! Christmas! I! gave! you! my! heart! But! the! very! next! day!,you! gave! it! awaaaay! This! year! To! save! me! from! tears! I'll! give! it! to! someone! speeeehhcial!!" HA HA HA :)omg, can you picture that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day has been almost too perfect, albeit rather aimless. Anyway, we've plans to go to Thailand with the juniors next year, I am quite excited already. :D I remember how during our trip this year, the parts I looked forward to the most were when we weren't bowling, and next year, NO BOWLING! Heh YAY YAY YAY it will be such fun. WHO ARE GOING BTW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read this, it's lovely:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love." &lt;br /&gt;Rebecca - age 8 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth." &lt;br /&gt;Billy -age 4 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other." &lt;br /&gt;Karl - age 5 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs." &lt;br /&gt;Chrissy - age 6 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired." &lt;br /&gt;Terri - age 4 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK." &lt;br /&gt;Danny - age 7 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss" &lt;br /&gt;Emily - age 8 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen," &lt;br /&gt;Bobby - age 7 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday." &lt;br /&gt;Noelle - age 7 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well." &lt;br /&gt;Tommy - age 6 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore," &lt;br /&gt;Cindy - age 8 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night." &lt;br /&gt;Clare - age 6 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken." &lt;br /&gt;Elaine - age 5 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is more handsome than Robert Redford." &lt;br /&gt;Chris - age 7 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day." &lt;br /&gt;Mary Ann - age 4 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones." &lt;br /&gt;Lauren - age 4 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you." &lt;br /&gt;Karen - age 7 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross." &lt;br /&gt;Mark - age 6 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget," &lt;br /&gt;Jessica - age 8 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love, is when you wrap your arms around someone and never want to let go cause you feel so safe and warm, it's almost like you've caught hold of a bit of heaven. Loving someone should be simple, why do we always complicate it?"-Michelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS LOVE TO YOU?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-116558399300415901?l=twichild.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/116558399300415901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=116558399300415901&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116558399300415901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116558399300415901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-what-is-love.html' title='So what is love?'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10844085927838190725'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-116541206081031456</id><published>2006-12-06T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T23:07:12.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5/12/06</title><content type='html'>We had our prom yesterday, so that meant our two years in college have officially been brought to closure. ): Talked bout it briefly with the girls, and wondered aloud if we'll still be as closely knitted, if we'll still get together for happy group outings/ shopping dates, if we'll still be as at ease in each others' company as we are now. Out of sight, out of mind? I hope not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though this seemingly short chapter of my life ended in an extremely unexpected manner, it was a beaaautiful night nonetheless, with a gazillion pretty girls all made up, some went in cool retro outfits (There were some who brought retro shades to complete the look, how cool is that! VIC HAD VAVAVOOM BIG HOT HAIR AND LOOKED LOVELY IN HER GREEN DRESS, LIZ HAD VERY PRETTY MAKEUP&amp;TAI-TAI-HAIR AND A HOT DRESS, STEPH AND JAN LOOKED VERY ELEGANT IN SILVER DRESSES, AND STEPH'S NOVO SHOES WERE INCREDIBLY SEXY! CALI LOOKED GREAT;NOT AT ALL LIKE A TREETRUNK AND EVEN HAD FUNKY STREAKS IN HER HAIR TO BOOT :) ), others went in flowy feminine dresses, while the guys all looked incredibly smart in blazers. The baggy SA uni covers up all these (sizzlewizzle!)hotbods! Anyhow, the whole of yesterday equated to lots of virgin experiences. Went for a complimentary body scrub + massage in the day, that was omg almost orgasmic please :)))) cause I was aching so badly that walking up/down stairs was SUCH A CHORE! After spa-ing, proceeded to caking on all the ew-y makeup (I insisted on nothing on my lips despite the mother's nagging) and bunning of hair.(My hair was so stiff thanks to evil hairspray, every strand would stay in place in the strongest of winds) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, we got stuck in a jam that made daddy curse &amp; swear, and the non-stop incoming calls caused a mild panic attack. Ha ha omg, actually it was all quite amusing. To make things worse, we overshot Maritus Mandarin so that meant having to walk from Cine, tottering on high peep-toe heels with my fat toes threatening to burst out from the front, and carrying an unglam-ly huge paper bag filled to the brim with post-prom stuff. HA HA. So of course I was late, and poor Reg and Xinle had to wait for me for so long. :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, Tiff (thankfully I had her with me), June, Vanessa (i think), Priscilla and I were paired up with five other boys. They all looked amazing, especially the girls! I felt SO FLAT&amp;FAT next to them (they were a lot more deserving!) and we were commenting how we made a very colourful bunch, ha ha. The Q&amp;A and skit got us terribly nervous and I wanted to run away halfway through the skit cause it was too embarrassing! Ha ha ha. And of course the dance with Andy was equally embarrassing cause Mich &amp; retro dances don't go well, so we just wiggled and jiggled awkwardly and laughed at ourselves. LOL. All the Andy-fans probably wanted to kill me so thankfully it ended rather quickly. :) Also decided that I can't do pageants and all the jazz, so said no to the seniors. Decided too that since Andy wouldn't be in Singapore and I wasn't very keen, we'd give Project Glambassador 06 a miss. I hope they got the others to rep SA :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POST PROM WAS FUNFUNFUN though it was really stuffy/crowded and I had to keep checking if the hands on me belonged to Vic/Reg/Liz. LOL. The company was great of course, with very nice juniors being our bodyguards, ha ha. Left Attica when it closed, and decided to head back to the hotel, where we talked till we dozed off in borrowed blazers (Vic, please thank your nice friends for us!) Woke up with a stiff neck and hair that was still hard (!), and finally took a long bus ride back HOME:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only bad thing bout yesterday was that all our camera batteries died on us ): But that aside, it was a grrreat night ;) Pics another day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-116541206081031456?l=twichild.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/116541206081031456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=116541206081031456&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116541206081031456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116541206081031456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/12/51206.html' title='5/12/06'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10844085927838190725'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-116511707380703457</id><published>2006-12-03T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T11:37:53.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPGs- slumber party girls :)</title><content type='html'>THE PAST WEEK HAS BEEN BEYOND FABULOUS :D Had tons of fun with the wonderful-est girls, secretly laughed at posers drowning in bigass tshirts &amp; the baggiest jeans, complete with caps covering half their faces, heheh, pretended not to understand ahbengs (!), made a new red striped shirt "friend" HAHA, watched DVDs and learnt (the terribly difficult ): ) dance moves from Zen&amp;Rodricks and decided that Liz&amp;I should pick up less vigourous/ slow-mo dances like BALLETTTT, so we PRANCED (Vic's fave word! :)) around two nights in a row and hopefully jiggled some of the stubborn fats away. But now the eye bags and dark eye rings are starting to haunt me cause of all the bad lack of sleep, but that's secondary when every moment was more than well spent. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farewell got us seniors quite sad and emotional, the juniors did so much- loved the slideshow, the cookies, the rich yummy cake &amp; the picture frame. It was too sweet &amp; touching. I'll miss saints bowling, everyone's incredibly sincere and I agree with liz: "you know, we girls are so different individually but we make great friends." :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The run with Marc yesterday was good, loved the route, shall go run there more often since it's so near our homes! But the Standard Chartered 10km run with Ade&amp;Ubri today was even better, felt extremely accomplished after it all! Didn't manage to see the timing but it was bout 60 mins, and that was what I hoped to achieve, so YAY!! :D Breakfast was my main motivation, so I chomped downed THREE EGG TARTS, TWO BOTTLES OF H20, TWO BANANAS after that, hoho, fat me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopped with Cali yesterday too, and oh golly, it was more tiring than running!! HAHAH but at least we got almost everything we need for Tues, so :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I think I'll have an early lunch now, erm yes I'm hungry again. :D Talkin bout food, I've learnt how to make chicken (very random, but I still wanna keep a chicken) curry and I made it for Daddy &amp; his mahjong kakis on Friday and they liked it, wooohoo my lucky husband, hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND! I've registered for Basic Theory Test! Yikes hope I pass on the first attempt. Girls and cars generally don't mix too well. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOTS OF PHOTOS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/collage-4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/collage1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/collage2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/collage3-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1040238.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1040283.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1040279.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1040281.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1040288.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-116511707380703457?l=twichild.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/116511707380703457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=116511707380703457&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116511707380703457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116511707380703457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/12/spgs-slumber-party-girls.html' title='SPGs- slumber party girls :)'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10844085927838190725'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-116464900619782507</id><published>2006-11-28T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T16:12:33.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peek-a-boo (literally, right cali? lol)</title><content type='html'>Baking with (part of)the IJ-SA Alumni and night out with the bowlers in pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/collage3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/collage1111.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/collage1112.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit/ Mommy cleared the unsightly mess in my room and gathered a pile of letters she found from in between notes, in my file pocket etc. They were letters dated from the beginning of last year- was forced to take a walk down memory lane, got teary-eyed and felt all warm and fuzzy inside. Now that we've moved on completely, and our minds no longer clouded by angst etc, I'm decidedly happy that it happened since we did create some very lovely memories while it lasted, so no regrets afterall. :) It got me missing some of them girlfriends too. It's amazing how a few words of encouragement/affection scribbled on scraps of paper (theres even one on an angpaoo! HAHA:D) make a world of a difference. It doesn't matter how lenghthy, really, cause every little thing counts! (ee sorry this phrase is overused hahha) So all these letters went into my locked drawer, which I open now&amp;then, when nostalgia (triggered by Class95 lol) hits me hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta admit though, I'm a lot more touched now than then. I should start counting my blessings everyday from now and stop taking all these angels around me for granted. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, things I regretted doing in the past, I don't anymore, figured they must have all happened for a reason. There were times I regretted trying out for House Comm, regretted coming to SA, regretted not doing enough in a friendship, regretted not trying harder to get to know some of the classmates, regretted being swayed into a relationship (I rmbr being so firm bout wanting to swear off boys for two years, lol), regretted not studying hard enough, regretted wasting my whole j1 year that cost me the scholarship and continuing with 4subs, regretted not concentrating more during trainings and during nationals, oh and soo much more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people I'm glad I met/became closer to in SA: The bowlers:) (the girls especially, adam, the juniors, the seniors), the classmates:) (especially jingxiu, qianhui and xinle), those of OG15 including mark:), andrew, the housecommers:), the IJ-SA alumni:D and some teachers esp mr.soh. You've all been awesome in your own special ways. LOVEEE!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, thats about it, you must be really bored to have read the whole thing, haha. Hokay, gotta shower &amp; get ready &amp; pack since it'll be 2 nights away from homeeee. BYE WORLDZZZ :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-116464900619782507?l=twichild.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/116464900619782507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=116464900619782507&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116464900619782507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116464900619782507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/11/peek-boo-literally-right-cali-lol.html' title='Peek-a-boo (literally, right cali? lol)'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10844085927838190725'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-116443305275933933</id><published>2006-11-25T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T17:51:14.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I dare you to love me."</title><content type='html'>Thumbsup for Step Up!:) I'd love to watch it again, if only movie tics weren't so ridiculously expensive in Singapore. (It's only 3.50 in Malaysia! Hahah) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was spent swimming/jacuzzi-ing/steam-rooming which was lovely, though the night didn't quite unfold like I thought it would, but grr, never mind that. Thankfully, shopping alone for two hours was surprisingly therapeutic,so it was some me-time there. :) Scouted around for this little shop with Reg &amp; boyfriend and helped Cali with her prom dress. Haven't spoken mandarin for so long, the whole conversation with the saleswoman was EMBARRASSINGLY funny! Bumped into IJ girls+ Kerwin+ Michelle+ Ade at the REPC, and got quite worried upon seeing so many tanned and lanky runners. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am lookin forward to tomorrow! :) And CHALET WITH BOWLERS next week! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baked healthy muffins with olive oil&amp;no butter and just gave most of em away :) Baking makes me hairpee!&lt;br /&gt;1)Chocolate muffins with white&amp;milk choc chunks, a generous dollop of nutella in the centre and chopped almonds on top&lt;br /&gt;2)Cinnamon with diced apple and orange peel&lt;br /&gt;3)Sliced bananas with chopped walnuts &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/collage-5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-116443305275933933?l=twichild.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/116443305275933933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=116443305275933933&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116443305275933933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116443305275933933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-dare-you-to-love-me.html' title='&quot;I dare you to love me.&quot;'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10844085927838190725'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-116430361323996811</id><published>2006-11-24T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T01:40:13.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home is where zee love is :)</title><content type='html'>HELLO WORLD I AM BACK! YAY I was starting to get homesick! Had tons of FUN! Indulged in heavenly hawker food, shopped till we dropped, and laughed till our sides and cheeks ached :) :) Spent quite a bit but the little getaway was too enjoyable in all senses to bother bout the gaping holes in our pockets. We even saw a pureety rainbow during our drive back! But we ate SODAMNALOT I feel terribly guilty now hahahah okayyy photos some other day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERENE: Hey love!!! Yes it's def time to meet up, we always say we will but we never reallyy ): I still have your christmas+birthday pressie from last year, omg! Hahah youve been very missed too, hope to see you soon! Big hugs! :):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-116430361323996811?l=twichild.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/116430361323996811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=116430361323996811&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116430361323996811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116430361323996811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/11/home-is-where-zee-love-is.html' title='Home is where zee love is :)'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10844085927838190725'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-116378080194035180</id><published>2006-11-18T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T00:27:54.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end : )</title><content type='html'>And so the day I’ve been waiting for has arrived! I felt a slight wave of relief wash over me after they announced, “Pencils down.”. Sean was asking why I looked so stoned though; s’pose it’s the sudden.. absence of goals. Reminded me of how it was after Os and Chem MCQ was our last paper too! Funny how we look forward to emancipation so much, and when the long-awaited end is right before you, you suddenly feel there’s nothing to look forward to anymore, and you feel a little like a lost kid with no direction. Okaaay, maybe it’s just me. And I realized today was the last time I put on the SA uniform (omg I can’t believe I still don’t know how to tie my tie! Wth hahah). I like having uniforms. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I borrowed lovely books which I can’t wait to read since I happened to be in town- yay to chic lit : ) Picked up two on hair&amp;make-up too. Been mulling over whether or not to do my hair/makeup myself for prom cause I wanna keep it simple, but then again my skills are…non-existant. False lashes look damn coolzz, I wanna try em out! But the post-Rapture mascara incident has left me quite traumatized, so. LOL Vic, help me okay! Youre like a make-up guru compared to me : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, today was overall really pleasant- haven’t felt so relaxed for way too long : ) Wasn't all that eventful, but the company mattered more: )And YAYYY no more mad rushes to do this and that, no more cramming of concepts/theories/formulae that I doubt can ever be applied. (think: math). ECP was postponed though! Boo):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is suddenly so much more slow-paced now, but no complains! I shall enjoy this whole bumming around phase while I can : ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people asked (mostly in genuine concern, but some are just plain annoying nosy friends of the parents &gt;:( ) how the papers have been and I haven’t been able to come up with a good answer, cause honestly I don’t know myself. Thoughts of possibly not making it into U and yadayada scare me to death cause I can’t imagine disappointing my parents (and myself); they’ve been so supportive and they don’t stress me at all which is worse, but I shall keep them worries stashed away for now and be a vainpot and read hair&amp;makeup books and get excited bout prom! Hahaha bye folks :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S I was thinking of selling muffins/cupcakes of all sorts of flavours online. Yknow, the sort with pretty icing! : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-116378080194035180?l=twichild.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/116378080194035180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=116378080194035180&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116378080194035180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116378080194035180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/11/end.html' title='The end : )'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10844085927838190725'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-116334653741604315</id><published>2006-11-12T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:50:30.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOINK BOINK BOINK SO EXCITING</title><content type='html'>OMAGADDD, I cannot wait for Friday to come! Cause I've a list of activities all lined up! Highlights: Vivo+cake making on Friday, BBQ on Saturday, and SHOPPING!TRIP!TO!MSIA TILL WED! All of which probably sound oddly trivial to you who has no exams, but I can hardly contain my excitement, WOOHOO!! :D :D Now let's get the exams over and done withhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-116334653741604315?l=twichild.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/116334653741604315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=116334653741604315&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116334653741604315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116334653741604315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/11/boink-boink-boink-so-exciting.html' title='BOINK BOINK BOINK SO EXCITING'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10844085927838190725'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-116321842096733564</id><published>2006-11-11T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:13:40.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfit!</title><content type='html'>Decided to stay home today, instead of heading down to Wheelock which has become my second home haha and the exercising gotta start again or I'll have to start shopping at Mothercare! :O Running/swimming after exams, anyone? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-116321842096733564?l=twichild.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/116321842096733564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=116321842096733564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116321842096733564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116321842096733564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/11/unfit.html' title='Unfit!'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10844085927838190725'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-116299416383655298</id><published>2006-11-08T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T21:58:37.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>):</title><content type='html'>This. is. a. big. fat. nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel extremely crushed/upset/stupid/worried. Only good thing that's come out of this is that I realized how some friends are cant-live-withouts. Thank God for them. &lt;3 and if you read this, thank you to you too, my semi-friend-semi-stranger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-116299416383655298?l=twichild.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/116299416383655298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=116299416383655298&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116299416383655298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116299416383655298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title='):'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10844085927838190725'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-116244483431503120</id><published>2006-11-02T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T13:20:34.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hopped into the car, and THIS was the first thing I heard -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You're taking one down&lt;br /&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know&lt;br /&gt;You tell me don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You've seen what you like&lt;br /&gt;And how does it feel for one more time&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAD OMEN BAD OMEN, I THOUGHT TO MYSELF. In the morning, a creepycrawly crawled onto my blouse, I lost my phone (and thankfully got it back) and the paper was a horrorrrrr. !#$%&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-116244483431503120?l=twichild.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/116244483431503120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=116244483431503120&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116244483431503120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116244483431503120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/11/hopped-into-car-and-this-was-first.html' title=''/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10844085927838190725'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-116201047031948419</id><published>2006-10-28T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T12:41:10.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Forever and ever, babe."</title><content type='html'>Been watching an insane number of DVDs of late:) Laughed and cried (even harder this time, I don't know why) all over again during Click, and relieved memories, which I'm not sure is a good thing. For old times' sake, I hope you're doing good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-116201047031948419?l=twichild.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/116201047031948419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=116201047031948419&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116201047031948419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116201047031948419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/10/forever-and-ever-babe.html' title='&quot;Forever and ever, babe.&quot;'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10844085927838190725'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-116187223400657578</id><published>2006-10-26T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T22:56:02.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cute quote yo</title><content type='html'>"LOVE is when you tell him you love his shirt, and he wears it over and over again." :) Not that I'm in love; I jus found that awfully cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-116187223400657578?l=twichild.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/116187223400657578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=116187223400657578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116187223400657578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116187223400657578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/10/cute-quote-yo.html' title='cute quote yo'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10844085927838190725'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-116144189990135732</id><published>2006-10-21T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T00:24:54.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>study mich study</title><content type='html'>The sister and I intended to have a bigass surprise party for mommy, BUTTTT a very silly aunty had to ask MY MOM if the party was on (!!!!!) But anyhoooooo, it was great and we celebrated all the October Babies' Birthdays too and every one was happy and our tummies were very happy too. Twas a potluck and there was a copious amount of fooddd! Love the little ones- there are more and more of them kiddos in the family! &lt;br /&gt;One of them was really cute:&lt;br /&gt;I was taking my vitamins and he asked if I drink water after that, and I said Nope, but he insisted, got me a big cup and scolded me "You must drink water after taking medicine you know! Mommy say must!!". AW ahaha&lt;br /&gt;And another one wanted to do math (?!) &lt;br /&gt;LittleJosh: "Michelle Jiejie can we do math?" &lt;br /&gt;Josh's Mom: "Michelle Jiejie teach you or you teach her?"&lt;br /&gt;LittleJosh: "I teach! 10 + 10 equals 20! Do you know?"&lt;br /&gt;Mich: "Wow not bad! Okay then what is 20 - 10?"&lt;br /&gt;LittleJosh: "UMM. I haven't learn yet. But 10 + 10 is 20."&lt;br /&gt;hahah okay and lots more, kids really do say the funniest things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND I MADE ICECREAM CAKE AND IT WAS SURPRISINGLY YUMMY! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after studying in BK today, the fellow shoppaholic and I went shopping as usual and I bought things again! Of all the things we got, I got two pasa-malam-cheap tops! Two pretty tops for ten dollars which was a steaaal! I love buys like that! HAHA And we got extremely carried away just discussing what to do post-As. And Steph and I have tentative plans to go for yoga lessons too, lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAYYY I need to stress myself more now, why am I even blogging!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-116144189990135732?l=twichild.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/116144189990135732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=116144189990135732&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116144189990135732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116144189990135732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/10/study-mich-study.html' title='study mich study'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10844085927838190725'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-116131532800356216</id><published>2006-10-20T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T11:35:28.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Post</title><content type='html'>I'm blogging just for you, ELIZABETH! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY EIGHTEENTH!!! You're an awesome awesome girl and it has been really great having you as a friend, you strawberry-shortcake-chocolate-truffle-sweetums! I hope you don't go overseas to study, cause then we won't be havin happy girly shoppin outings spiced up by your gossipy/bitchy stories (MEOW!)! and those occasional partying together anymore! ): Anyhow, here's some love from me to you, have a looovely day!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1030480.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's Elizabeth, the pretty birthday girl in blue!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-116131532800356216?l=twichild.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/116131532800356216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=116131532800356216&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116131532800356216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116131532800356216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/10/birthday-post.html' title='Birthday Post'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10844085927838190725'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>